Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

It's strange how our perspectives, Do change, a s time does pass,  Espec'lly when it comes to age, Whene'er it does amass. Recall a distant memory, When very young, was I, Was not 'llowed to forget it, Reminded, by and by. Was with mum, in our village, Where church friend, we did meet, A compliment was given, I jumped in, with both feet. "You're looking great today Mrs. Ross"  To mum, o ne friend,   said free, "Don't feel it" mum said, adding on, "For an old girl like me" "YOU'RE not old" she did respond, MY r'sponse, made mum forlorn, "My mummy IS old", I replied, "She was 40, when I was born" Was ne'er 'llowed t'forget that quip, 'Millstone' 'round my neck, hung, It's strange how, 60 + years aft., The '40's' WERE quite young.

                        F ascinatingly awesome,                         A ttentive, to the core,                         T here, whenever needed,                         H elping’s,  NOT a chore,                         E xercising loving care,                         R eady, willing, always there,                         S teadfast, sure, in all you do,                         D utifully, men like you                          A re rare, it seems,...

 Most people treat their friendships  With respect,  love and care,  While others, sadly, their idea ,  " If I'm there, then, I'm there".  There's nothing more frustrating,  Plans cancelled, unaware,  To meet up with a dear "friend"  To find, they didn't care.  That on the date appointed,  Something better, arose,  No "sorry" text or phone call,  A NEW date, they would chose. You now feel unimportant, Of toys, t he old 'rag doll'   "If nothing else upcoming, You'll do" as second call.      Composed after being stood up by a 'friend' who had made the appointment the evening prior.

  Prayer topics for this evening, It seems, a  growing list,  The 'needy', 'frail', 'discouraged' Those, we need to assist. To bring before the Father, E'en though HE  knows,  full well, Exactly WHAT will happen, Discouragement, dispel. ------------------------------------------ " They STILL are on the prayer list?  They've not been answered YET? " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Our timing is not HIS time, OUR job, to ne ' er forget. Don't think of them, 'a burden', A 'needy,  hopeless soul' Our job, is NOT in judgement, HIS, aim, - to make things whole. Galatians 6:9 New International Version  9  Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. **many people encourage for a while, until, they seem to think that the person/people requiring the constant  encouragement THRIVE on being needy, enjoying the attention; THEN they stop assisting/thinking of /even ...

   'Tis said that when we pass beyond   The realms of mortal earth,   For SOME 'twill be a toxic time,   For others, joyful mirth. There are TWO destinations, On earth, we get to choose, One, guarantees a better life, Th'other, ALL will loose. 'Tis sad, that for the latter, No escape, can be made, So BEST to choose, and EARLY, The cost's already paid. Since we have zero option, When our last breath, we take, THAT choice is for 'Creator', Who, in th'womb, did us make. Thus, if it has just left us, Before OUR choice was made, Your choice neglect, was costly, Eternal price, be paid.  

                                                                                           The "WhatNot"  H ello there young Callum,                    'Twas passed on to my care,     Great nephew, l'm told,                                     1991,          Enclosed in this package.                      And while it WAS painted,     Is something that's OLD.                        I stripped it - NOT fun.   A fine piece of furniture,       ...

   Bereaved, without the funeral,  Is how I'm feeling now,  This time of separation,   I WILL get through, somehow.   With people  all around me,  To mend my broken heart,  My friends at church and family,  Latter, oceans apart,  This separation needed,  In context, things, to go,  They say that 'absense', it does make  The heart, to fondness, grow.  It feels like a bereavement,  Without the actual death,  I wonder if we'll aye re-meet,  Me and Elizabeth? No words can heal the sorrow Nor ease the aching pain, Just know one thing for certain, We'll re-unite again. And then 'twill be for ever In that grand Heaven above, But now, as MY heart's breaking, I'm  needing  all your love.  

  Abundant in LOVE, CONCERN and TRUST, In HOSPITALITY, An overflowing waterfall That EVERYONE can see. Niagara Falls is nothing,  T'the CONSTANT  CARE, here, shown, By such a somewhat, SMALL church, A trait, others should hone. 'Tis NOT, shown by a FEW, though, The church, as ONE, unites And EVERYONE's included In raising 'caring heights' Have experienced it OFTEN, In such a short time here, It isn't any wonder  We hold your hearts, so dear. So THANK-YOU ALL, again, I cry, With LOVING, JOYFUL tears, Appreciate your tenderness,  'Tis endless, it appears. [Generations Community Church]  

“See that you say nothing to anyone; but go your way, show yourself to the priest, and offer for your cleansing those things which Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.” Mark 1: 44 Whene'er I had my surgery In 1991, It was midweek, a Wednesday, When everything was done. Was given days t'recover So it was PROVED, 'twas good On Sunday afternoon, informed, To go back home, I could. So when my parents vis'ted As DAILY did, to me, Our church service that evening Right there, I'd plan to be. Recalling words in Gospel "Go show yourself to priest And offer for your cleansing......" What I could DO, 'twas th'least. HIS implications, given,  Of faith and submission,  Provided PROOF to "family" Of HIS great compassion. So up to church was driven,  Sat with my parents then, Yearned to be in the choirstall To sing there, once again. Just prior to service starting, As normal,  choir,  came in, I noticed some did see me, Then witnessed 'whisperin...

                                            ********* NOT ONE OF MINE ********* Should You Go First by  Albert K. Rowswell Should you go first and I remain To walk the road alone, I'll live in memory's garden, dear,  With happy days we've known. In Spring I'll watch for roses red When fades the lilac blue, In early Fall when brown leaves call I'll catch a glimpse of you. Should you go first and I remain For battles to be fought, Each thing you've touched along the way Will be a hallowed spot. I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile, Though blindly I may grope, The memory of your helping hand Will buoy me on with hope. Should you go first and I remain To finish with the scroll, No length'ning shadows shall creep in To make this life seem droll. We've known so much of happiness, We've had our cup of joy And memory is one gift of God That death cannot destroy. Should yo...

                                    GLORIA MAY BECKER                           {Nonagenarian}     Mid year in 1935,      The eighteenth day of June,   A newborn baby, did arrive,   And not a day too soon.    At 12 years old,  was born anew,    When t'church, with neighbour, went,     She heard the calling of her LORD    'Twas surely time, well spent.                            Worked hard, did she, at 'shirt factory'                                        Of Cluett/Peabody,                            Of constant wo...

                                                    Whenever we were younger                                   The last three, that would be,                                   Sunday afternoon, from Spring,                                          Was for the 'family'. Dad worked Monday through Friday And Saturday, when could, To 'make ends meet', the reason, To mortgage pay, buy food. He rose up at the 'crack of dawn' Oft times to home, returned When younger three had gone to bed, From him, 'work ethic' learned.  Though Sunday, it was 'church day', Aft' lunch, if dry weather We'd all...

    I learned to drive in homeland,  Drove there for just six years, Before migrating westward,  Though bringing "joyful tears" Because I'm Northern Irish, Though British nation, be, Was not deemed here, as 'British', So did not guarantee To just 'transfer' my licence, To drive, Ontario's routes,  So had to take a second test, And study 'driving books'.  With recent memory problems, Suggested was, that I, Be tested 'gain for driving, T'ensure my mind was spry. So 'nother drive test booked, it was, This time, no 'written test', More 'psychological', 'actual' I tried, and did my best.  With finances, now looking good,  New vehicle suggestion, came,  My 'nitial thought, don't care the make,  Though colour. RED , my aim.  My vehicles, past, in colours were,  Green, greys. (dark, light) and white, So wanted something vibrant,  Whene'er I'd come in sight.  My trusted vehicle mechanic,  From whom my ...

      FIFTY  YEARS TOGETHER     That’s an outstanding feat             And that’s since you were married,     'Tis MORE, since you did meet.                       'Tis said that opposites attract,       And that is SO true here,       Faye, so quiet, a “listener”,        Ron? - see his career.                          FIFTY  YEARS TOGETHER                "GOLD" anniversary,      True love, lasting, all of those,      As "everyone" can see.       FIFTY YEARS TOGETHER,       We send love, from above,      FIFTY years of caring,                 You're both loved,...

Living in the U.K. At age eleven years, A transfer test is carried out, Can cause some tears or cheers All five brothers above me, Had passed this 'transfer test' My mother felt my tension, To keep up with the rest. That 'tension' could cause seizure, Which came sporadically, Not knowing WHEN 'twould happen, She did look out, for me. Not looking for disruption, When under so much stress, Which could have put my peers off Their train of thought, no less. Months earlier she visited The principle at school, He was a guy quite open, As 'old man', pretty 'kewl' With him and with the school board, Conclusion, they came to, The 'test' done, if in hospital, Was one, that I could do. The test by all my school peers, Had, months apart, tests, two, However, only ONE test  By me, was giv'n to do.  So when results were posted,  My thoughts, if failed, implore,  The second part, I wanted,  To help increase my score.  However, and I'm grateful, I to...

T his group of folk who love to sing,     H ave entertained, to pleasure, bring,     E xcitedly, with lively zing.                   R educing some of us to tears.                O f 'JOY', I'll add, not woe,                      C onductors? well of them, there's two   K arl urges us to 'go'.                               W ith ages 'fifties' and beyond ,                    A ll from here, and 'cross the 'pond'.              Y es, there's 'grey'  plus 'nay' and  'blonde'    E ntertainment's in our name,                     N otes, so musical, our fame,           ...

  You ever gone on holiday That wasn't up to scratch?  Saw brochure with a plush hotel, Reality did not match? What they had promised freely, To get your attention, Wasn't what was witnessed, Some things, did not mention. Maybe food was not the best, Was not, what was expected, The area, too far from town, Made you feel so dejected. * * * * * * * * * * * * People say the afterlife  In Hell, one party be, They WILL be disappointed If THAT's what's hoped to see. A holiday is short term, Next life, it's ETERNAL, Choose wisely and do, early, For Hell, it IS  infernal.

                                      An area in Belfast, Fortwlliam Park, it’s named,   Homes there, for the wealthy, The ‘posh’ and well acclaimed.   At bottom of the roadway,  As one drives down, ’twas seen  A builders merchant, Aerocrete,                                                     A place I’d often been.   A gang of guys, some females   (“Ma Baker” comes to mind),   Did work in ‘Pricing Office’   No better bunch, you’d find.   Billy, Thomas, Michael, Grahame,   “Ma Baker” known as Joan,    A lunchtime darts game often played,    With “Sink taps” a.k. - John.    A lot of fun was had back then,    It made the days fly fast,    Too soon, they be...