EASTER/2013

It's Easter morn and all is still..
 No Easter Bunny visit.. I think I'm ill..

 No screaming kids, no happy shrills..
No chocolate candy, WTH?

 No colored eggs that stained little hands..
No cellophane grass , it's just not the same..

 No Easter baskets to adorn the front door..
No pitter patter of little feet running on the floor..

 No, Easter Day is so quiet and still..
I miss those days-they are hard to fill..

 It's true and I know what Easter is..
This day belongs to Jesus.. It's truly His..

 Let those of you with your panties in a bunch!!
Lets enjoy them both.. Now lets have lunch !!

Patsy McNutt Morgan

 EASTER MORNING/ 2013

A HUNGER, A THIRST ...

I have within me a hunger, a thirst..
To view nature, it's beauty burst..

 To roam the country side, to walk, to ride..
 To smell the fresh mountain air, the ocean tide..

 To experience first hand and up close..
 The land and sea, the wind as it blows..

 With all my senses bursting on full alert..
 Visual sensations of vibrance, as if seen first..

 Unquenchable thirst, insatiable hunger within..
 Gods creation unquestioned, from His inception began..

 Lingering wanderlust stirs deep in this being of mine..
 To experience pleasures of God, His creation sublime..

 Deep in Forrest terrain, down long dusty roads..
 High on snowy mountain tops, earth paths untold..

 No land, no tree, no creek, never one too small ..
 I want to experience each one, I want to see it all..

 To feel the wind in my face as I challenge and master each sight..
 To always acknowledge I am not alone in this universe, this life..

 God created within in me this hunger, this thirst..
 He holds my hand, my spirit, my heart til it bursts!

 Together we shall travel over land and sea..

Together He shares His beauty, His creation with me..

 Psalm 95: 3-5 “For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land.” (NIV)

 Patsy McNutt Morgan 03/30/13

THE JOY OF SACRIFICES....

Looking back, I realize now the sacrifices I made as a young mother..
No regrets, no tears, no feelings of remorse, wouldn't change it for any other..

 My younger years were spent raising all six children without much money..
 We survived, we struggled, we worshiped, we dug in , didn't we honey ?

 Not once did I say, nor did I feel my life wasn't enough or I wished for more..
 For God was and remains my Captain, my Savior, my Redeemer, my Christ, my Lord..

 I ventured into this life never knowing what He had in store..
 Though we were without much, we never felt neglected, we were never poor.. 

Challenged often, there were obstacles, we climbed many mountains, we had to endure..
Nothing was especially easy, I prayed for tools only The Lord could give, for sure..

 Faith was the cornerstone for this once younger woman , to overcome tests and storms..
 Storms that nearly capsized our journey that would have given "the destroyer" our home..

 I look back now and realize, now more than ever.. He was and remains My Protector...
 He gave me strength to face the hardships, at times, unsurmountable disasters...

 He told me many times as I struggled, as I pleaded and prayed for wisdom and grace..
"You're not to give up- you can and must go on-I am here with you... Regardless the ordeals you           ultimately face"...

 With His commands, and with His armor, I stood before each sacrifice and gave it all to Him..
 He always and still does fills my cup to the brim..

Sometimes, especially now, I stand amazed as I look back on the sacrifices I made..
I praise The Lord .. For without His strength, His guidance and his Love.. I am sure I would have never been brave...

 With that being said my child, my love..
 Never go alone when life gets rough ...

 Cling to The Lord , He will always see you through.. Every challenge, every hardship, every    

happiness too !!

 Psalm 23

 Patsy McNutt Morgan
 03/24/13

MY DAUGHTERS...( Natalie, Shannon and Kendra) )

 Dearest Natalie, Shannon and Kendra,

 I 'm thinking about you as I write down these thoughts...
 How beautiful you've become, no reservation, no doubts ..

 The life you've chosen, God gifted you with these treasures..
 Your inner beauty glows and your tender heart, how it pleasures...

 Your smile that brightens every room that you enter..
 Your sweet expressions are enchanting, your heart, its so tender..

 You have experienced some sadness as you traveled life's journey..
 It has only given you the strength, the courage, facing challenges securely..

 You are so beautiful, so amazing, so remarkable, my child..
 Your strength and love has touched many , yes dear, beguiled..

 Never change who you are and the enchanting person you have become..
 You are a light in the darkness, a flower in the warm afternoon sun..

 Never change who you are, my darling sweet child of mine..
 My love for you runs deep and is as bright as the sun as it shines!

 Mom
03/22/13

 Patsy McNutt Morgan

EACH CHILD, MY CHILD...

 Sometimes I think as I pray and as I wonder..
 Yes, I wonder where you are, even as I slumber..

 I dream of when you were just a child, many years ago..
 Days slipped by, seasons they came and seasons they did go..

 Yet even now, I can close my eyes and I can clearly see...
 The sunlight streaming through your golden hair so perfectly..

 Though my eyes grow dim with age, even in the brightness of today..
 I see your smile as you wander, seek , discover, as you adventurously play..

 Feelings of remorse grip my being as I sit and as I ponder ..
 Was I the mother I dreamed I'd be or should have, I'll always wonder..

 For this one thing I know tis true with every fiber of my being..
 Each child is grown now; I am so proud of what I am seeing..

 Each child , my child, is as perfect as perfect as I had pondered, as I had dreamed..
 All grown, some with children of their very own to raise, to cultivate, teach.. Yes proudly, my countenance beams...

 My memories of you are cherished in the precious garden of my thoughts, as I dream..
 Dreams of you playing in sunshine, laughing, chasing each other in those sunbeams..

 My love still grows for you my child, even now that you are older and grown...
 For to me my child, you are more precious, yes, even more beautiful than gold..

 Patsy McNutt Morgan ( Mom )
03/18/13

TYLER JAMES MORGAN

 YOU, my son, were always a challenge from the moment you were born..
 Always inquisitive, always looking for adventure around every turn..

 Afraid of nothing, daring and curious, without fear, with little conscious..
You've stormed through every element of life, temperamental and lawless..

 Many nights I worried and prayed those nights through..
Until  I heard the creak and sounds of your footsteps..

You! As you've grown older and have been long on your own..
Know my prayers still go with you wherever you go..

 This Mothers heart still worries with wounds and scars to prove it..
So take this in to your own heart, remember and keep it..

 My love for you remains as strong as the first day I saw your face..
 Forgive my anger when times we shared were broken, sad or complacent..

 My faith in you is still steadfast and sure..
Just as my love for you is forever true..

 Love, Mom
On this your 29th Birthday 03/02/13

 Patsy McNutt Morgan

GHOSTS OF RECOLLECTION AND GRIEF...

 Pain felt deep in the morrow of her bones..
Tarnished , used, misplaced memory, alone..

 Where once a fragrant garden grew green and lush..
 Now brown dry leaves rustle an unkempt flowering bush..

 Tears fall down her weathered sunken aging cheeks..
 Briefly, in a quiet moment in time , a memory repeats..

 She recalls a child she holds in her once youthful arms..
 The child blissfully sleeps, so still and far from perpetual harm..

 Chastened now by the current time, it evolves through blinded eyes..
 The sacred memory vanishes, she recoils the present, the moment flew by..

 Unable to dance and once again run through the flowering meadows ..
 Her bent frame shuffles as she gathers her strength, her gait is slow..

 She stops and tries to hear what used to be his voice in the hall..
 No longer there.. He too is gone, yet he stands beside her, she hears his calls..

 She whispers to herself as she gathers the ghosts of recollection and grief..
Her prayers are to be taken from her world of dimly lit passages and sleep..

 Yet another day dawns as she listens and waits for the memories to once again be renewed,
  yes  begin..
 Smiling she believes she saw a child run around a corner and knows she hears his voice again ..

 Patsy McNutt Morgan 03/01/13