When Times Are Hard


When things so bad do happen, what to do?

All things do teach us something real and good.

Do nothing e’re to fret, and naught to rue.

Lift up affect, do laugh a bit, raise mood.

This day will pass into oblivion sure.

Find gift to praise, for gift the day doth have.

O’r mood so low is but a chance, a lure,

A time cocoon inside, apply a salve.

“This too shall pass,” they do all say so oft.

‘Tis time to turn to Maker dear, o’r God.

His way is good and true, all strong, n’er soft.

A time of generations long, not mod’.

When we do turn to God when times are hard,

We benefit from chastening and the rod.



Entreaty to God


My God, my Dear, so sweet to me indeed.

Ye work with me to succor patience.

My fortitude, my aim, but slender reed.

Give me the cleanliness of perfect rinse.

Remove the blackness of soul’s impatience.

Give tolerance for others’ pain and fear.

Make me a mirror of clarity, not dense.

All this Ye can do, fast and sure, my Dear.

My patience and tolerance are needs

I have this day.   Shift attitude today

In me.  Do let me show a love in deeds.

This inner change will serve me well, I say.

Your patience with me, example fine.

I look to You, my Dear, and to Your Mind.



So Dear My God


Dilemmas do feel hard to solve ‘till turn

To God I do.  Then ease my way I find

In problems keen; a way to solve I learn.

So hard to calm my spirit, body, mind.

If first I turn to You, so soon, in peace,

My mind will straightway know the Answer sure.

‘Tis easy all the time.  I find new lease

On life, new joy, no more I do so rue.

Thanks be to Ye for way now shown to solve

A problem in my life.  Now things are smooth,

My blessings sure, no time for worry carve.

My life unfolds ahead, I’m on the move.

‘Tis good to know, erase the pain, so clear

I live my life, in You, my Love so dear.


#72 (“My Sweet’, today is good. . .”)


                        My Sweet’, today is good, a birthday sweet.

                        Ye celebrate a milestone—yea, ye do!

                        Months have gone by and birthday now we meet.

                        This day rejoice in blessings grand, n’er rue.

                        We are most bless’d with health and happiness.

                        O’r cup is filled, my darling Paul, my spouse.

                        When of’t I hug thee tight, I hug and kiss.

                        O’r oxytocin spikes, with it we’re doused.

                        A happy birthday I do wish for thee.

                        Tons more, too, with long years ahead we share.

                        I wish to grow so old with thee, ye see.

                        O’r fate entwined forev’r, for great we care.

                                    Ye milestone day of birth is peaceful, calm.

                                    I wish thee well for long, my love a balm.


#71 (When ye downcast so be. . .”)

                        When ye downcast so be, I take a cue

                        From words my mother said long time ago.

                        “Leave him to be,” she said, “say naught nor do

                        “For quiet he needs, and ye need not a row.”

                        I find my mother doth know thing or two.

                        So wise she is, and words from her I hear.

                        After a bit, ye will emerge and coo

                        Ye love for me, express to me, my dear.

                        I love thee fully, strong and sweet indeed.

                        I celebrate our love on this o’r day.

                        O’r love was just so long ago a seed.

                        Now in full bloom, we pledge o’r love, we say:

                                    I love thee with a lover’s pledge of faith.

                                    Long years ahead I hope, I pray, I saith.



#70 (“My Sweet, my heart o’rflows with low for you”)


                        My Sweet, my heart o’rflows with love for you.

                        Ye are the birthday man today, indeed.

                        This day holds pleasure, good and true, not rue

                        This day. I give joy, peace—follow my lead!

                        O’r life together is most good and sweet.

                        A bounteous love doth keep us safe and sound.

                        So glad I am that years ago we meet.

                        Ye made my life come out all good around.

                        May day today be fun and pleasure sure.

                        ‘Tis good to celebrate your day of birth.

                        A day of good will serve to be the cure

                        Of any sad thought that might be a curse.

                                    I love thee pure and good, so bless’d am I.

                                    ‘Twas good the day I found thee, yea, I sigh!



To Give


My God, my Love, I thank for blessings true.

Ingratitude I would not have a part

Of me.  Likewise this day I would not rue.

‘Tis gift of many gifts ye bring in cart.

A cart from Ye doth overflow alway’.

Ye give and give and give from bounty full.

Just ‘tis your way, not count the cost, I say.

To give and give, alway’, is just your rule.

Do ye want me to do the same, I ask?

I know to give brings happiness to me.

‘Tis right to follow way ye show, to cast

My bounty far and wide, as far can see.

If I do give as ye provide for me,

I am so very blessed, and loved, I see.



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