TOO OLD FOR COLD...

I have to chuckle to myself when I think
back on this year..  It is year I thought would
never come, but did..
I used to say when working at my last job as an LPN
for an Internist, that I was getting too old to
shuffle through the daily grind and all the expected
as well as unexpected useless ongoing saga of this and that.
Yes, it is and was the year of my retirement..
Such a time that I dreamed about but never really
thought would actually happen.
Now here it is the very last day of the year 2013
and New Years is but a breath away..
Tonight my sweet hubby I affectionately call LAR-BEAR
and I were going to rock in the New Year in our 5th Wheel
in the driveway ..
Being old and  yes, we are OLD...  We forgot to check the
propane tanks that heat the damn thing in this below freezing weather ..
Well guess what?  The tanks are empty and there will be
no sleeping or "Christening" of  the 5th wheel, if you get my drift ..
Like I told my kids.." I'M TOO OLD  FOR COLD"..
But I'm still retired...YES!!
Happy New Year !!!

ALONE NO MORE...

Early morning darkness, the rain clouds loom..

Alone, I am nestled warmly in my blanket cocoon..

Drifting in the solace of quiet stillness, I am alone...

Silence gives way to tender thoughts of lessons sown..

Tender thoughts of blessings, heartbreak, rebirth..

A life spent weaving through ashes and tossing surf..

Now I stand on ground, he's lifted me. 

Out of darkness and pain , it is now I see..

He is my rock set firmly on earths shifting sand..

No greater love has shown by this God in man..

His sacrifice, He bled, He died for me..

Reborn through repentance, I'm eternally free..

In this stillness, I thank Him for His loving grace..

Alone no more, for His glory fills this place..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/31/13

RECIPES SHARED....

The greatest gift for me is something quite simple .
It is when I am asked by one of my children for a recipe..
It is and was, something I made in their childhood that makes them
think of home, happiness and a pleasant lost memory reclaimed..
It is reminiscent of times spent together, recalling our simple home.
A home where the fire still burns and flickers brightly in their hearts..
Nothing more precious than something we enjoyed (or ate) together,
with each other, as a family.
Oh, don't get me wrong.. I'm not a great cook, no not at all.
 I'm just Mom.  I cooked and baked, but whatever I made, there was always
ONE ingredient that was always placed in with care...  LOVE.
Without that one ingredient sprinkled, folded or stirred in, nothing ever tasted
good enough to be recalled from their childhoods..
So when I get a call from one of my kids asking for a certain recipe..
I am filled with utter joy and pride because I know that certain ONE ingredient
brought forth childhood memory of a wonderful time. A time when we all sat around the dinner table together as family, enjoying something Mom made..
Always and forever made with LOVE.

Patsy McNutt Morgan
12/30/13

TEARS...

Tears come easily, unexpectedly, 

 compassionately , regrettably ..

Tears come quickly, out of sickness,

out of love lost , tears of pain...

Tears shed when darkness envelopes

the loneliness  of a soul in desperation ..

Yet tears come when the heart is touched..

Touched with joy, elation, of unexpected pleasure..

Tears of happiness when overwhelmed by the

beauty of a sunrise, a blossoming new day..

Emotions bring tears deep within a promise...

Of a dream come true, the tears of reality..

Yes, tears come easily, unexpectedly,

compassionately, regrettably...

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/27/13

MY CHRISTMAS LIST...

To love and be loved unconditionally ..

To give and be respected purposefully..

Friends who will never leave my side..

With love ,kindness, truth and pride..

Wounds that heal through a simple hug

Removes all remorse, gives my heart a tug..

Forgiveness without a doubt, shame or sorrow..

Keep  tears away until a forever tomorrow.. 

Keep away illness of any kind..

Health remains  until the  end of time..

The indigent become rich with all needs met..

The wealthy share their wealth without regret..

No more sadness or tortured souls..

No untimely death that always takes a toll..

Smiles shared on every face I see..

Would make my day unforgettably complete...

Someday these wishes will all come true..

When Jesus calls me home, I wonder how soon?

Until then, let's try our best..

To live in harmony, forever blest..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

Written12/20/12

Revised 12/25/13

THINKING OF MOM THIS CHRISTMAS...

Thinking of Mom this Christmas season..

Her twinkling eyes, her smile that glistened..

She worked her fingers to the bone.. 

Worked real hard, much of our clothes she sowed..

She was in the kitchen from dawn to dusk..

Making goodies for the Christmas rush ..

Nothing seemed to get her down..

Courage, strength is what she found..

My gratitude and love I'm sending you Mom

 I know now where my strength is from..

You hands were worn from hard work and toil..

Sewing, baking, working Gods soil..

My heart aches, I did not give you enough..

To tell you how much I loved you, appreciated

What I thought was stuff...

How precious the gifts you made by hand...
All the hours it took, all the hours to plan..

So this Christmas Season I just want to say..

Mother, I hope you hear me as I pray..

Forgive me Lord for not appreciating my mother as I should..

Give her my love and tell her I'm sorry if you could..

I Love You Mother...

Merry Christmas ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

12/15/13

CHRISTMAS THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD...

Magical , wondrous,  in all she could see..
The lights as they twinkled on
Her first Christmas tree..

She giggled and stared with delight as it glistened..
She giggled and clapped, as we stood there and listened..

She marveled with squeals at the sight that she saw ..
The Christmas Tree was huge, in fact, it was quite tall ..

She walked to the table where the Navity was displayed..
She smiled at Baby Jesus
in the manger where he laid..

 Grampa held her close in his  arms as he  showed her each sight..
Of the candles, the ornaments, the gifts, oh so bright!

Her eyes were so  big as
They darted around...
At the sparkle, the glitter,
the musical  sounds..

There is nothing as magical and wondrous to see ..
Than the delight of this child on  her first Christmas Eve ..

Aren't we all like her, aren't we just small..
Aren't we just wee things, when it is time to " deck the halls"..

So go ahead .. I dare you , act like  you are small ..
Bring back that child within you,
Just have a ball..

" Christmas is for children'" ..
We have all heard it said..
That excitement we feel on Christmas Eve..
Before we went to bed..

Oh night of wonder, we watch and we pray..
If just one night we could be children
as well as  Christmas Day ..

Merry Christmas !!
With Love..
(published by nethugs.com)

MY QUIET PLACE...

I have a place I go to write, to read, to pray..
A quiet corner where I find solace each and every  day..

To reflect, to resonate, to rectify and  to reason..
A quiet place of comfort, to ponder all of Gods creation ..

In this place of stillness, gratitude stirs my soul within..
I whisper.. "Give me  living words to stir my heart as I begin"..

This quiet place restores my restless spirit..
Where I seek forgiveness and love so I can give it..

I feel pain when others hurt and languish ..
When suffering loss of any kind of anguish ..

Knowing He can rescue me from bitterness and strife..
Rescues me from hateful thoughts brought on by life..

So it is in this time, in my quiet place where  I surrender..
Yes, all of me I surrender, I  hear His voice so tender..

His words resonant to follow Him in love, forgiveness and kindness..
Bringing others to understand redemption, releasing their blindness..

My quiet place brings joy and always supplication ..
That He is with me day and night as I face each consternation ..

“Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/25/13

THE CLIMB...

.

The road was  rocky with many
many twists and turns..
Dark, dreary, it's upward
climb seemed at times uncertain..

Today the sky opened,
the warm sun illuminated
The road before me...
I could see clearly now all
there was left to be...


As I looked ahead, the arduous
trail was coming to its end..
Was this a dream or was
this view truly the last bend..

I stand upon this mountain
To see the road below..
Feeling a sense of elation,
yet sadness grips my soul..

Years it took to climb this
path to reach the top..
My mind can not believe,
nor can it comprehend its
at the end, the road has stopped..

There is still more days, the
future still lays ahead..
As I take a breath, it is freedom
I feel .. Yes, FREEDOM I said !!

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/23/13
(The day after I retired)

DANCING LEAVES...

Driving down the thoroughfare ..
I watch the leaves dance
Precociously ..
They jump, fly, scurry
and twist, each so
serendipitously...

Pavement stained with color now..
Yellow, gold, red and brown..

The wind creates this  frantic furl ..
Leaves that dance to each whisp and swirl..

Prancing their dance at every turn..
Knowing their end is no concern..

Just weeks ago they were the color green..
Hanging tight to the branch of a tree ..

So dance away til the snow drifts come..
Dancing leaves fade, their time is done..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/15/13

SISTERS...

We talked for hours about our
 lives, our loves, our faith..
We spoke of our families,
our hardships, Gods grace..

We laughed, we giggled over
stories of our past..
Time went by too quickly..
Indeed, it flew by so fast..

The joys, the heartaches,
of years  that flew  by..
The memories we shared,
some made us all cry..

I closed my eyes, I see
you both so clearly..
Sitting across the Room..
Yes, it's your sweet smiles I see..

I love you both,
my sisters, my friends..
How I praise The Lord,
His love I send..
Until that time when we
speak to each other again..
Goodbye until  then..
Your Loving sister,
  AMEN

Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/02/13

EARLY MORNING SILENCE...

It is the early morning silence
that stirs the voice within..
Acknowledging the sweet harrowing
calmness, as a new day peeks in..

The darkness before light reminds the soul there
is still  time to shed its weariness of yesterday..
To whisper a prayer of thankfulness,
to seek the meaning of Godliness of a this new day....

Lift and cherish all that is of Him, to simply praise Him...
To be exceedingly more grateful, to share His
abundance, to always embrace His omnipotence..
To seek His presence, requesting His forgiveness of sins..

Today, forever, eternally His promises given, to seek,  to claim..
Yesterday is long over, forgotten .. Never will I ever to be the same..


 “Remember not the former things,
    nor consider the things of old.
 Behold, I am doing a new thing;
    now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
    and rivers in the desert"...
                    Isaiah 43:18-19

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/19/13

YOU MAY WONDER...

 You may wonder who it is you see..
 Why I am who I am , just who is me..

Who you see is a person who loves to explore..
Who finds simple pleasures in all of the outdoors..

Who cries for the poor, who wants an end to all wars..
To seek the answers to why there is hatred, to get to the core..

Who laughs at the silliest things and feels happiness inside..
Knowing there are those who suffer with no freedom in sight..

Who wonders why we can't just all get along?
Why we can't  work together?
Surely it would only make us strong..

Who wonders why there is pettiness, selfishness and greed..
It only penetrates, poisons,  they just blacken our seeds..

I pray for those who are saddened, tormented, those who are lost..
Who know only heartache, who feels fear and sorrow others have caused..

Yes, I am who I am ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/06/13



,

I HEAR YOUR HEART...

The human spirit is really not meant to be an island..

Living in exile, separation, being alone, silent..

I listen,  I hear your heart as it speaks..
The  words are brave, but it's  spirit is weak..

Loneliness is a fear we never want to be..

Single, just you, no one else that I can see..

Yet deep within the sorrow,  you reach..

As if blind, you extend your hand, you seek..

Your countenance speaks more than your words..

Saddened, your face is etched with depth, brow furrowed..

Hours in silence, time evaporates into a new tomorrow.. 

The hourglass sands slowly give way to more sorrow..

Though your words are few.. I still hear the words of your heart..

I hear the longing of another soul  to while away time for a start...

To commune, to share, to laugh, to cry, to interact..

Yes, I hear your heart my friend..  Don't be sad..

Look  into the faces of strangers as you pass them..

Smile, nod, acknowledge.. act like they are your friend..

You  may be the only beam of light on their dark lonely path ...

Honor the golden rule my Creator said.. Let us all take it to the max...

Patsy McNutt Morgan 

09/12/13

MY HEART AND ME...

MY HEART AND ME...

I have come to a conclusion ..

My poems are my heart..

My heart express  words..

These words of my own..

No matter what others see.. 

These words are MY heart .

From my heart there are words 

that were held by chains..

No longer held in bondage..

My tattered heart unchained..

My thoughts are free..

I guess these poems were only

meant for me..

Patsy  

IN THE PARK...

IN THE PARK..

Don't you just love going to a park?

Where large trees shade and romances start ..

Where squirrels chase each other from tree to tree..

Where children play and laugh without  intensity..

The hot summer sun shines a little cooler there..

The grass is greener,  smells sweetly in the summer air..

There's a quiet calmness as people walk slowly about..

Young and old have left their burdens behind , there is no doubt..

There is a sense of harmony, of peace and blissful joy..

The park is filled with contentment in every girl and boy..

People meeting people,  relatives and friends..

To reunite their kindred spirits, the afternoon they spend..

Picnic tables full of food , a potluck dish  made by loving hands..

Blankets on the ground , folding chairs, paper plates used to feed the clan..

Park benches are there for the lovers, yes even the broken in spirit..

Some just read a book or gaze at the beautiful peaceful park, as they sit..

There is just such tranquility in the park where I ride..

I peddle through its beauty, its serenity as I glide by..

How I love to ride my bike through the park ...

Life just seems sweeter, calmer, less worrisome..

Not only for me,  but for all who embark..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

09/01/13

THE RIGHT MAN...

THE RIGHT MAN...

I pray, as I prayed many times before..

For you to find a man to once again adore..

A man to match your love, to also match your depth..

A man who is on your spiritual level, one you can accept..

A man who'll fill the void  that loneliness always brings..

A man to share your burdens, to him you can always cling..

A man who'll bring you solace when your heart is occasionally broken..

A man to hold you close,  no words need be  spoken....

A man who'll walk  beside you, to always hold your hand..

Who'll cherish every part of  you and will do anything he can..

Yes, a man who understands your  needs and fills you with desires..

Who  will  always want to talk with you,  as you both sit by the fire..

May this man complete the person you are..may you  complete him too..

This is my humble prayer for you, for this I know is true...

 

So hang in there my dear sister.. God has just the man for you!!

 It won't be  very long now, because He's been looking too !!

Patsy McNutt Morgan

08/25/13

( Dedicated to my sister Claudia.. 

 To who "I love like no other" )...

FEEL IT, DO IT ..

Open the windows, let the outside come in..  

Let  go of  inhibition, forget what could have been..

Unburden your heart,  laugh all you can..

Bring light to your soul, it needs to expand..

Lift your spirit, smile at everyone you see..

It lightens their load.. it's sets your spirit free..

Take a big deep breath, exhale with relief..

Relax, unwind, it is what I believe..

While you are doing all that, be kind to your neighbor...

Reach out,  seek out,  bring others to a safe harbor...

The earth is in need, there are animals extinct ..

Glaciers receding, the list makes me sick !!

So breath, relax, but don't sit on your duff !!

Help humanity, the earth, before all turns to dust!!

Patsy McNutt Morgan

08/17/13

IF IT IS TO BE...

IF IT IS TO BE...

If it is to be, let me die in your embrace..

To hold you close as I look upon your face..

Our hearts , our lives entwined together as one..

In harmony,  like the moon, the earth, the sun..

How peaceful it would be to look into your eyes..

To feel you close enough, to feel your sighs..

To take my last breath of life with you in my arms..

To kiss our last goodby, feeling no sense of harm..

Together we will walk hand in hand through heavens gates..

Where we will spend eternity forever, eternal soul mates..

 

If it is to be, let me die in your embrace..

To hold you close as I  look upon your face.. 

Patsy McNutt Morgan

08/13/13

BLESSED...

Thankful, humbled and knowingly blessed..

Heart sings with jubilation I joyously confess..

Satisfied,  contented, rewarded with happiness ..

 I dance in the rain feeling absolutely fabulous ..

Blessed with sunshine though sometimes it rains..

 To remind me again there's a chance of some pain..

Rewarded with health ,  I never take for granted..

Always thankful and blessed, I bloom where I'm planted..

When life gets me down and I wallow in self pity..

God reminds me of my blessings,

Now don't I feel silly  !!!

Patsy McNutt Morgan

08/11/13

 

WHISPERS...

Whispers of love deep
in the still darkness of night..
Whispers that are tender,
 purposeful, its the fuel that ignites..

 Soft sweet words can heighten,
 calms the emaciated spirit..
 Quietly spoken with kindness,
 it nourishes the soul to fill it...

 Words whispered low with
 each early morning prayer..
 Unites, connects, whispers
 lifts the spirit, eliminates despair..

 Whispers with laughter chastens
 loneliness, solitude and tears..
The calming tone breaks silence,
 it's sadness and devastating fears..

 A whisper reverberates like
an echo shouting across a canyon..
 It wakens the darkness of silence
 in a heart of a forgotten companion..

 Whispers brings joy.. its context
 gladdens, soothes and restores ..
To it's recipient , a whispered
 word brightens like a flaming torch..

 Whisper kindness, love and joy
 to those who need to hear your voice..
 These whispered words are like rain in the desert..
They revitalize, restore, rejoice!!

 Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/28/13

In the midst of turmoil, happiness and life.. There is a poet interpreting with context. Patsy McNutt Morgan 07/20/13

MY SIMPLE CORNER OF THE WORLD...

Sitting in my swing , feeling the tender 

caress of the hot summers breeze...

Another day has nestled comfortably 

into this perfectly warm mid-July eve..

Watching the white puffs of clouds glide 

magically, sensuously across the tinted sky...

Listening to the wind through the trees and the 

wind chimes clink and tinkle,  while a quail cries..

The dogs pant furiously after chasing dragon

 flies that dart and fly, as if playing tag..

Feverishly they run and jump stealthily, 

artfully high, to attempt, just once, to catch, to snag..

I look upon  my radiant flowering bush in full bloom,  

as the dark carpet of green grass lifts me away... 

Away from the hum drum of a soon forgotten day..

I  visually see my simple beautiful 

corner of the world around me..

One by one my worries and burdens are lifted

as I release them into the evening breeze!!

Gone is the torment of gloom, 

the sadness,  the burdens ..

God graciously takes them, 

for this I am certain..

Thank you Lord,

Patsy McNutt Morgan

O7/17-18-19/13

W O R D ...

Don't  talk in tones that are harsh,  loud and abrasive..

Don't curse with the language that's brutely invasive..

Curb the names that are full of profanity and disgrace ..

Stop demeaning, it's  bad,  like slap in the face..

Take a walk ,  take a drive , get out of the house..

 Cool down, calm down, stop being a louse..

Stop,  think,  remember you have children or a child to consider..

They  hear this abuse, your words should be tender!

Show love , not hate .. Forgive and be forgiven..

Your marriage is sacred, it's how you should start living..

It's not all about YOU now, you have to remember..

Your partners together, so much to consider ..

It's hard work to remember when your caught up in that moment..

Remember these words and try hard .. Don't condone it!!

My Love and Prayers,

Your loving Mother

O7/16/13

I WONDER AT THE END OF THE DAY...

At the end of the day I wonder if
. I wonder if I was short, uncaring or brief..

 At the end of the day, did I dry a tear?
I wonder if I carried a burden, did I care?

 I wonder at the end of the day, was I kind?
Did I lift a spirit, did my smile illuminate , shine?

 At the end of the day, did I give instead of take?
 Did I share, play fair, pick the last one first..
Simply give that person a fair shake?

 I wonder at the end of the day,
 did I hug a little tighter,  hold a hand a little longer..
Wink instead of stare, acknowledge a little fonder ?

 I wonder at the end of the day, did I forgive with all my heart?
Did I go out of my way to speak love to a heart that was broken apart?

 At the end of the day, did I give with all my being?
 Did I really sacrifice, did I open my soul to release
God's perfect love, so others could see Him?

 So it is at the end of this day, as it is everyday..
I wonder! Did I do enough at the end of yet another day?

Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/11/13