I WAS THINKING...

I WAS THINKING...

I was thinking about you..

As the wind stirs up

The old,  the new.

I see you my friend..

Through a faded image,

Through dreams that end..

I was thinking ..

If by chance, do you ever?..

Turn around, go back,

sift through near forgotten

treasures?..

I was thinking..

Reminiscing on captured images,

through translucent memories.. 

If your dreams render through

silhouettes, soft and shimmery..

I was thinking..

Time cannot erase happiness,

nor can it abolish our love..

Whether it be friendships past 

or family ties...

We've been blessed through

this lasting bond  from above..

God bless you my friend..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

11/26/14

GRAMMA GRAMS...

GRAMMA GRAMS ...

She was and is my hero

through time and eternity..

She was the  hardest 

working woman I've even known..

Apron on from dawn til dusk..

The sun rose and set by her,

as I now recall her character,

her strength, her demeanor..

She rarely sat down, so very hardworking .. 

If she did, her hands were not idle.

Her thick, hard working, callused

hands were busy crocheting, sewing,

or mending..

She raised her children to be as

strong as she was and never

give a day away to dishonesty,

distrust or laziness..

 I see her standing at the kitchen

sink peeling potatoes.. 

I see her at her kitchen counters,

baking or cooking her heavenly 

German meals for the ranch hands, but

mainly for the  family she loved so dearly.

I spent many overnight sleepovers

at Gramma's house.. 

She would let me comb her long

gray hair.  She would loosen her

hair from the bun she always wore.

Such precious memories I have

secured carefully in my mind,

cherished in my heart..

My mind walks through each room

of her little home.

Every nook and cranny held her 

treasures, her riches.

My thoughts of her are pure, solid

and unforgettable..

As I think back on my childhood, I remember now how this woman who showed me what

it was to live a full life, to give my

best, to always, always sprinkle

Love to every endeavor and to everyone

I  encounter...

In loving memory of:

Mary Grams 

(my Gramma Grams)...

1896-1967

Patsy McNutt Morgan

11/15/14

JESUS IN A JAR ...

  

I dreamt I had a jar,

It was shiny, bright, it glowed!!

I never ever opened it..

Too pretty, I suppose..

One day while feeling sad,
perplexed and feeling low..

I opened up the jar,

I finally let Him go!!

"You kept me in the jar..
You carried it so far"..

Little did I know, I'd kept
JESUS in that jar!

"All this time you've wasted,
 I was with you in that jar..

Everywhere you went,
even riding in your car"..

"Please don't cry or worry,
you've finally let me out..

I'll carry all your burdens,
no matter the amount ..

I realized my mistake,
 I finally let him in..

He's taken all my burdens,
he's taken away my sin..

I know you've heard about Jesus..

Don't carry him in a jar..

Just pray and ask forgiveness..

You'll be as shiny as a star..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

11/05/14

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FAITH...

Faith is knowing that in the midst of struggle and temptation..
Beyond the darkness..it is faith, love and mercy that releases
condemnation ..

I do not see beyond the veil, but I  pray for understanding and direction..
It is my faith  that has been sequestered, through  turmoil, uncertainty, illness and degradation ..

It is by blind faith I pray, knowing  God  already has the answer for all that I seek..
It is truly believing that in His own time, His answer will be revealed specifically to me..

Those who have gone on before me and the few that are with me now..
It is and was their witness, their grace, their undying faith that spoke so loudly...

Those who possess the God of glory, knows His crowning love and grace ..
I praise and thank you Jesus .. I hold their hands with yours,  on this earthly place..

I have stumbled, but  never felt  abandoned,  nor have I ever doubted my faith ..
It is with assurance,  thanksgiving  with perseverance, that
I kneel and praise God for His everlasting mercy, forgiveness and grace ...

For indeed it is written:
"Faith is the substance of things for, evidence of things not seen"..
Hebrews 11:1

Patsy McNutt Morgan
10/15/12
Rewritten and revised on11/05/14

MY SON...

MY SON ..

He was the fairest child of six..
Full of fun, smiles and plenty of grit..
Never shied away from adventure..
Curious, bold, full of wonder..
Each day he took on the world..
Fearless, careless, a real thrill seeker..
Relentless and courageous all
rolled into one..
His strength gave him resilience
to fight his inner being, to be bold ..
I realize now,more everyday, how really
tough he is..
I read all the time about others, like
him, who have fought their battles and lost..
There are those self righteous, indignant
do gooders, yes cowards, who have no clue
who he is ..
You take my breath away my son..
You are not afraid to be honest with who
you truly are..
You have learned to live your life to the
fullest, as you always have,
 even as a small child..
I pray every day for your safety, knowing
there is  so much intolerance toward
you and millions of others who stand
in a place where you have to be strong..
My LOVE for you is immense, my son..
But my pride is greater..

With All My Love,
Mom

11/01/14

Written by this loving  mother whose son lives his life
as a proud gay man..
I love you with all my heart Jared ..
You truly are the strongest man I know..