Poem by Charles A. Waugaman

‘GOOD’ AS IN FRIDAY

He fashioned from their cross
a throne.
He made of death a door.
He robed his nakedness
in love,
And needed nothing more.

For though they wrapped his
broken flesh
in linen crisp and white,
He left sin’s costly fabric
soiled
And cloaked himself in light

That shines the centuries
undimmed
to pierce earth’s dark despair,
By spilling scarlet car-
peting
Up Heaven’s radiant stair.

By Charles A. Waugaman
The Word Incarnate
Elin Grace Publishing, 2003
All Rights Reserved

Poems and Photos

waves of wind
through evergreen trees
with strong deep roots

pictures of my life
these many years
books on the shelf

Interurban Trail
Town of Holland
Sheboygan County – Wisconsin
Photos by Karl – April 2019

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger, from April 2016.

Easter Dinner

The background is red
Her hair has become silver
And her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
And her eyes sparkle anew.

This poem was written for my mother.

It was published first in Time of Singing (1993).

Ellen Grace Olinger

Image courtesy of wpclipart.

“perfect peace”

Thou wilt keep him
in perfect peace,
whose mind is stayed on thee:
because he trusteth in thee.


Isaiah 26: 3 (KJV)

Photo by Karl
Along the Sheboygan Interurban Trail
The Town of Holland – Wisconsin
March 30, 2019

National Doctors’ Day – March 30: My Grateful Reflections

We learned about National Doctors’ Day from Aurora Health Care Foundation, which we support. I am grateful for my nurse practitioner and doctors. For everyone who helps me – the entire staffs where I receive kind and excellent care.

When I was in the hospital last summer, I experienced grace and peace. I said thank you to all who helped me. I thought, “Where did I learn how to do this?” And I thought of my overnights in a Milwaukee hospital with my mother, and her care in general. She taught me. And my heart was full, because I pray the Psalms. I was not able to read then, for a time. Some of the authors I read a lot are Jan Karon, Luci Shaw, Barbara Crooker, many memoirs over time. Our blogs. Poetry journals.

So good to do our work as we can, read, view art – our gifts and their expressions vary. Everyone has a gift.

And when I cannot write, I review my blog archives. I’ve started a few lists of poems for large print chapbooks. These will be gifts for my caregivers and fellow patients. Anyone who needs a simple book in a time of need – or simply a busy day.

I am on a new journey, with Karl’s faithful help too. Better now. Work to do. Appointments on the calendar, and grateful for care. I can no longer be a caregiver, in terms of the physical work. Follow-up care is very important.

My parents passed away years ago – Dad in March 1983, and Mom in January 2004. It is a profound Mystery that I continue to feel their unconditional love. Love is eternal. My parents modeled what I call Big Picture Faith. We shall meet again. And I hope for a very long life, as they would wish for me, and I work towards this goal every day. I call this, Daily Dedication and Small Steps.

I am just beginning as an artist. With great-gratitude.

Emotionally and spiritually, I continue with the Psalms and Nature – the theme of this blog. I am watching Spring! And still need my winter coat by Lake Michigan in Wisconsin. That’s OK.

But he knoweth the way that I take:
when he hath tried me,
I shall come forth as gold.

Job 23: 10 (KJV)

Wait on the Lord:
be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord.


Psalm 27: 14 (KJV)

Image: wpclipart

Ellen Grace Olinger