Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Our Patrick found a jewel, When  wooed he, young Mary,   I now know why he chose you, You’re loving, kind, cheery,                                     You’ll try your hand at anything, Your expertise, abound. Ne’er shirk responsibility, At least, ’tis what I’ve found. Your thoughtfulness, assistance, Will help, in any way, Nothing is a problem, To YOU, it’s like ‘child’s play’ Meticulously efficient In everything you do, And if you promise to assist One CAN, rely on you.  Many people promise  To help with ‘this or that’ Although whene’er ‘push comes to shove’ They’re gone - just like scared cat. NOT so with our dear Mary, A ‘promise keeper’ - she If she does vow, she’ll keep her word, ‘ Right  on the ball ’ she’ll be. It’s cited in the adage  “Out of sight - out of mind” Though NOT with our kind Mary, A vow made, she will bind.  So “THANK’s to YOU’’ dear Mary,  Your love abounds, no end,   With grateful and beholden heart, We term you as a “Friend”.

The moon that gives us light at night, Has NO light of its own, It reflects light shone by the sun, That fact, it is well known. Sometimes though, as a 'New moon', It can't be seen at all, It controls not, its phases, From Winter, through to Fall. We too, [though NOT called 'moonies'] As NEW 'moons' aren't aye seen, We struggle to let LIGHT shine, E'en though we ARE quite keen. Paul, to the church, Galatia, Encouragement did give, To 'keep in step' with Spirit, A better life to live. For unlike moons, we CAN choose, Ourselves, to realign, Keep in step with His Spirit, HIS perfect light to shine.

Christmas time for many Is one of joy and glee, For others though it can be bleak, Someone they’ll ne’ermore see. A parent, close relation, A dear close friend, now gone, Or worse, young family member, Too soon, saw their last dawn. Perhaps this is the first one Where someone is not there, A place free at the table, Of course, that empty chair. The voice you oft did silence, Now wish that just ONE word, One chuckle of their laughter,   For ONE MORE TIME, be heard. Or could be many years since The loved one did depart, But at these family gatherings, there’s A tugging at the heart. So If you are still favoured. With all your loved ones there, Be grateful, that another year, There’s NOT, that empty chair.

  We do attend a country church, And though, in numbers, small, Their hearts, each one, are kind and large, On THAT, they do stand TALL. While going through a period Of drought, a time of 'lean', Eventually, we came to learn What love so free,  does mean. An envelope here, a gift-card there, To keep bills paid, us fed, No one did know what others gave, They all were Spirit led.                                 The love, concern, they did employ,                                         Was humbling, I'll admit,      I don't believe, in all my years    I've witnessed care, like it. Whene'er we had our stove fire,  Love true, once more was known, One member gave a LONG TIGHT hug, "YOU MATTER" was, me, shewn. And even NOW, they STILL check up, A quiet word, on the side, Ensuring that we stay afloat, Not 'swallowed up' in tide And while the church (the FAMILY) Has been named GENERATIONS, Me personally, I do believe,  It SHOULD be GENEROUS'uns. Fe