Tag: Thanksgiving

Poem

November Wisconsin countryside
Bare trees elegant against the sky
Colors in the landscape muted now
October’s glory is gone
And love grows eternally

SMILE
(Fall/Winter 2008 – 09)

SMILE, a large print poetry journal, was edited and published by Joyce M. Johnson for many years.

Poem by Ellen Grace Olinger

Images are from AntiqueClipart.com.

my large print Bible

my large print Bible
rests on the Thanksgiving tray
the bread of life

John 6: 35 (KJV):  And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life:  he that cometh to me shall never hunger: and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.

Time Of Singing, A Journal Of Christian Poetry
Volume 43 “Intermezzo”
Fall 2016

Ellen Grace Olinger

Thanksgiving Poem by Charles A. Waugaman

Thanksgiving Complete

Father, I wish to praise You for the whole
of life. Besides these blessings obvious
and bright with benediction for the soul;
beyond intangibles that comfort us
when doubters cower under circumstance
and faithless people cast all hope on wealth;
even before the graces that advance
our comfort, pleasure, family and health,
I would give thanks for pain, displeasure, fear,
reversals that avoid the cul-de-sac
of pride, anxieties, and every tear
that draws me near through prejudice or lack
to Your forgiveness. Surely all is good
that leads me into doing what I should.

Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010)

WITHIN The Circle Of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman
Elin Grace Publishing
ISBN 0-9729848-1-X
2003, Author Copyright
All Rights Reserved

Blog Collage Seven: Designs and Found Art

Psalm 56 post – April 22, 2020

The Floral Banner Drawing is from the 1700s image collection at Reusable Art.

God is Love.

Psalm 82 post – May 17, 2020

Images are from AntiqueClipart.com.

Photo by Karl

names and addresses post – May 25, 2020

names and addresses
for dear friends
no longer on earth
old address book

not yet written
in the overflowing book
cards and envelopes
with last known
addresses

still wanting to remember
what may no longer
be current – places I was
people I knew

Ellen Grace Olinger
Time Of Singing A Journal Of Christian Poetry
Volume 45  Number 1
Spring 2018

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

Psalm 108 post – June 8, 2020

I will praise thee, O LORD, among the people:
and I will sing praises unto thee among the nations.

Psalm 108: 3

Photo by Anthony on Pexels.com

Psalm 117 post – June 17, 2020

2020 Blog Collage Posts

The Psalms 2020 Series: Blog Collage One

The Psalms 2020 Series: Blog Collage Two

Blog Collage Three: Garden Photos

Blog Collage Four: Iris Inspiration

Blog Collage Five: Art and History

Blog Collage Six: Birds

Thank you and take good care.

Photo by Karl

Bible Verse

But as it is written,
eye hath not seen,
nor ear heard,
neither have entered
into the heart of man,

the things which
God hath prepared
for them that love him.

1 Corinthians 2: 9 (KJV)

The Pine Trees are courtesy of wpclipart.

Thanksgiving Poem by Charles A. Waugaman

Thanksgiving Complete

Father, I wish to praise You for the whole
of life. Besides these blessings obvious
and bright with benediction for the soul;
beyond intangibles that comfort us
when doubters cower under circumstance
and faithless people cast all hope on wealth;
even before the graces that advance
our comfort, pleasure, family and health,
I would give thanks for pain, displeasure, fear,
reversals that avoid the cul-de-sac
of pride, anxieties, and every tear
that draws me near through prejudice or lack
to Your forgiveness. Surely all is good
that leads me into doing what I should.

Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010)

WITHIN The Circle Of Seasons
Poems by Charles A. Waugaman
Elin Grace Publishing
ISBN 0-9729848-1-X
2003, Author Copyright
All Rights Reserved

my large print Bible

my large print Bible
rests on the Thanksgiving tray
the bread of life

*

Time Of Singing, A Journal Of Christian Poetry
Volume 43 “Intermezzo”
Fall 2016

*

John 6: 35 (KJV):  And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life:  he that cometh to me shall never hunger: and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.

*

Ellen Grace Olinger