Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Winning Haiku

Lacey white patchwork
Drawn soft over barren arms.
Nature’s coverlet.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Winter Haiku

Icy tails in line
Crackle and break in the wind
Shivers of surprise.
Carolynn J. Scully (c)2009

Thursday, October 1, 2009

If You Love Me

If you love me
Come fight for me.
Win the battle for my heart.
Break down walls
To rescue me
From my shame and loneliness.
Speak to me with love.
Romance me with words
You’ve long since hidden in
The dark places of your heart.
Hold me in protective arms.
Quiet my fears of being alone.

If you love me
Let your heart, voice, and arms be open to me.
Let me be the witness of your love and
I will shout it out!
I will make it known!
I will surrender to you
With trust, hope, and unceasing love.

By Carolynn J. Scully © 2008

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Winter #2

Tiny icy clouds
In the air, on window panes
My breath creation
By Carolynn J. Scully

Sunday, August 30, 2009

What Dream Lies Across This Sea

What dream lies across this sea for me?
A magnetic muse song
Lures with hope and promise
Across the deep and unknown.
"Pursue me, find me, capture me!"
She woos in soulful tones.
Her insistent command intoxicates me
With courage and determination,
Demanding a response.

Where do I go in this vast ocean of roaring doubts
That swallow the irresistible melody
And threaten to devour the memory of why
I travail to pursue this elusive infatuation.
Failure to pursue, find and capture her
Would be grievous to self and our Creator
Whose plan it is for us to meet.
She is mine to discover and
Though many waves push me away
I forge ahead in my quest
Else she be silenced forever or
Sold to another toward a different end.

What is this dream that lies across the sea for me?
My purpose is in the pursuit.
To enjoy presence of my muse is only a rest
Till another song begins.
Life itself teems with the seeking and discovery
Of many dreams
Waiting to be taken into captivity
Only after traveling both the
Calm and turbulent waters.

Carolynn J. Scully (c)2009

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I Will Know You in Heaven

I will know you in heaven
Though you may not look the same.
Worldly cares will fade away.
A new body you will claim.
No tears, troubles, or worries
Will line your heavenly face.
No pain, disease, or weakness
Will enter that perfect place.

I will know you in heaven
Though you’ll be bathed in glory,
And I will see the character
That has built your life’s story.
Your strengths unique in measure
Will shine like jewels in the sun
Over robes of righteousness.
Christ’s good work in you’ll be done.
Carolynn J. Scully

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Earth slumbers undressed
In quiet cold, awaiting
Her resurrection.

By Carolynn J. Scully

Monday, August 17, 2009


To the sea.
Far from where I ought to be!
The ship tosses in the gale
Till over I go to be swallowed by a whale!
And, oh, the fishy smell!
Boy will this be a tale to tell!
Guess I’ll lay down and cry.
There is no use to try (running anymore).
Oh my!
Now at last I’m dry.
But I still smell fishy,
And I look real icky.
The lesson’s been taught.
Disobey God?
Absolutely not!

By Carolynn J. Scully

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Dying to Self ~ Living in God

In foolish futility
I desperately grasp at
The waters of love
To keep as mine
All I treasure.
I labor to breathe in
The rhythm of the life I’ve made
As I want it
Drowning in my self knowing,
Falling deeper into the well of me.
I press my heart to
Beat in time with my song,
My self energizing efforts supplying
A flood of little purpose.
I turn cold to this world
Its beauty
Its love
Its truth
Its comforts
Its pain
Its empty promises and false meaning.

i let go
i die to self,
i surrender my self .
You, Father, are the giver of life.
You hold life secure in Your hands.
You are the cup that spills over
Withholding nothing.
You are everlasting love
Pulsing faithfully
With a true and powerful purpose
You are the breath of life abundant
Flowing in the rhythm of
cleansing and healing,
a refreshing fullness.
You are warm comfort,
Security, goodness and grace.
You wash away the chill of death
You are perfect peace.
By Carolynn J. Scully
22 February 2009

Tuesday, July 7, 2009


No matter what I do I cannot get this to post correctly.
Please note that * indicates the beginning of a stanza.
They should be separated by a break.
If anyone can help me figure this out please let me know.
Thanks. Carolynn
*Freedoms' Author

Independently enthroned,

Needs no advisor,

No follower.

He is free

To be,

To form

His likeness,

His freedom

Into every soul.

*Freedoms' Fighters,

United as one,

Seek Divine advice.

Following His plan

For freedom

To be,

They form

His government

Into an independent nation.

*Freedoms' Voice

Strikes the drum beat

Leading the march
To be,

To live

The life of liberty

for eternity

Formed by Freedoms' Author.

*Carolynn J. Scully

(c) 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

The Ring

This poem was written by my son Joseph. I thought it worth posting and he gave me permission to do so. I hope you enjoy, even if it brings some tears.


The ring.

My promise, in words, was once made and then broken.
Maybe a ring is more than loves' token.
Yes, it is something much more incredible:
A symbol to see and feel the intangible!
It reminds the bearer of the giver's word,
And the giver of their promise conferred.

Love, like a ring, is not priceless;
Or else neither would any possess.
But love and a ring both cost quite a price,
If you've never lost either, please heed my advice.
Be glad that our love is measurable!
Otherwise, doubt makes it not pleasurable.

Can love exist without a ring?
Supposedly so.I
s a ring, to prove love, necessary?
I now say it is so.
Can one gauge the depth of ringless love?
Decidedly no!

So what if the ring is small?
It is surely better than none at all.
The weight or the size doesn't matter.
It's purpose is not to flatter.
A ring gives love validity.
Invalidated love shows timidity.
And true love is not timid or shy,
It is bold as a diamond! (quarter-carat or five.)

If I had done things right, I would have kissed her on the nose;
Then knelt and with a ring, used the following to propose:

If I am away at work or at war,
If we're sick or we're healthy, we're rich or we're poor,
If we have a big fight and I storm out the door,
If your memory fades and you feel insecure...
Then look at your hand, the hand I adore.
See and believe, don't doubt anymore.
For there hangs the ring that can only be yours.
It's proof of my love, my love that endures.

-Joe Scully

Friday, May 29, 2009

His Faithfulness

His faithfulness
Reaches to the heavens of
The entire universe and
Holds the fiery stars
In place.
Though my eye fail to see
Past the brilliance of the sun,
His faithfulness
Maintains the stars as they
Await shadows that unveil the
Truth in whom
I can put my trust.

His faithfulness
Knit me together in
My mothers' womb and
Holds my frail life
In place.
Though my eye fail to see
My inner workings,
His faithfulness
Breathes breath into me and
My very life reveals the
Truth in whom
I can put my trust.

His faithfulness
Speaks a promise through
His Word and
Holds my eternity
In place.
Though my eye fail to see
The future,
His faithfulness
Is trustworthy and
Someday I will see the
Truth in whom
I have put my trust.

Carolynn J. Scully (c)2002

Tuesday, May 19, 2009



The menagerie of animals,
We can see up in the sky,
Are only limited by the things
We see in our minds’ eye.
A cat, a dog, a bird on wing.
It really could be any old thing!
Wild or tame, caged or free
A magnificent zoo as ever could be.
The fascination doesn’t stop there
For you could see a lamp or chair.
Any thing can be found, you see,
In the clouds above the trees.
Grandpa snoring on his bed
A little child who’s bowed her head
A girl with long flowing hair
Two lovers kissing in the air
Cloudy sculptures fill the sky
While my imaginations fly.

By Carolynn J. Scully
© 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Living Sacrifice

This poem was written for Journey Christian Church volunteer appreciation month. christian volunteers hear Gods' call and answer using the gifts, talents, and love the God gave them. Christian work in God breathed, God inspired, and God fueled! Christians simply offer their bodies as a living sacrifice in thanksgiving for what Jesus Christ has done for us on the cross.

Living Sacrifice

You surrender your heart
As His dwelling place
He calls you by name and
You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You incline your ear
Listen and hear His voice
As a trusted servant
You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You open your eyes
No longer blinded to those He loves
Awakened to His work among them and
You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You reach out your hands
Not afraid to touch, work, and give
Never weary of doing good
You answer, "Yes, Lord."
You hurry your feet
Following in His steps
To bring Good News and
You answer, Yes, Lord."
Your life: a living sacrifice,
A gift of service
For His pleasure,
Your answer, "Yes, Lord."

By Carolynn J. Scully © 2009

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I Will Remember

I will remember
You, O Lord my God
You are the King of the universe
The creator of the fruit of the vine
Who brings forth bread from the earth.

I will remember
The night You were betrayed, betrayed.
You took bread and gave thanks.
You broke it and said, "Take, eat."

It was Your body that was broken,
Broken for me
Yes, for me!
I will remember

I will remember
That You were wounded
For my transgressions,
My sins
You were bruised
For my iniquities,
My unrighteousness
Your suffering brought me peace.
Blessed peace.
I will remember

I will remember
That You took the cup of wine
Gave thanks
And said "Drink of our new covenant."

I will remember
The new covenant given to me
Through Your shed blood
Your blood poured out
For forgiveness of my sins.
I will remember.

I will remember
Your crown of thorns
Your pierced hands and feet
The wound at Your side
Touching Your heart
For me, ME, a sinner.
I will remember

I will remember
That The Father loved me so much
That He sent You
His one and only Son,
Only Son
That if I believe
I will not perish
I will have everlasting life!

I leave my burdened heart at the foot of the cross
I remember and believe.
Because of You, Jesus,
I am forgiven.

by Carolynn J. Scully (c)2004

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Pocket Diamante

Another quick little poem to put in your pocket!

Pocket Diamante
filled pocket
must be
by Carolynn J. Scully (2009)

Something Good

Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! Here is a little poem to enjoy!

Something Good Inside of Me

When something bad happens to me
I want to find the good in me.
I want to say good things to others,
To do good things, love all brothers.
I want to think good thoughts and know
That Jesus Christ will help me grow.
He works to make the bad to be
Something good inside of me.

Carolynn J. Scully
(c) 2007

Monday, April 27, 2009

Whispered Promises

This is one of my favorite poems. Writing it and even reading it now, reminds me that Jesus' sacrifice is available to all men at all times. God is marvelous in His love.

Whispered Promises
(Genesis 3:21)

I hear Him in the garden. I often walk with Him.
I dare not go as I am, clothed only in my sin.
He calls to me and I know, He mourns from deep within.

His light defeats the darkness befriending my great shame.
He questions my nakedness through tears of love and pain.
I cannot look up at Him but foolishly explain.

Now a lamb stands before Him submitting to His will.
Its life will buy my freedom. Creation becomes still.
The lamb upon Gods’ shoulders is carried up the hill.

Kneeling down upon the earth He formed with His own hands,
God embraces innocence, whispers His promised plan.
He groans in offered sacrifice upon the holy land.

Blood spills forth to cover me, a sinner against God.
It stains the pure holy earth where together we had trod.
All creation shudders. I am overcome with sobs.

This is death on my account, lifelessness on display.
Innocence covers my nakedness, "No, Lord! Please don’t!" I pray.
"This judgement and death are mine! Why must it be this way?"

Then He whispers a promise, holds me in love’s embrace.
Sends me outside the garden and turns away His face.
My sin has caused this parting but He promises His grace.

"I will come," He tells me. "Wait for the righteous seed.
I will be the Holy Lamb. I am the victory!
I will bring you safely home. In Me you can believe."

By Carolynn J. Scully

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Sun Queen

Here in Florida the weather is starting to heat up! It is in the 80s pretty steadily now and it will be creeping upwards into the 90s soon. Here is a poem I wrote about the sun and the different way it affects me. Hope you are having a nice spring!

Sun Queen

I like it best
when the sun does not blaze across the sky
crowding out the deepness of the blue and
beating down on the helpless earth
like a tyrant commanding attention and invading the universe;
or when its heat weighs heavy on my shoulders,
stifles my breath,
closes my eyes and
pushes me to lie down and sleep;
But when the sky is wide and free and
I feel as if I could rise up and fly,
soaring and playing in the air;
or when the sun reigns with mercy,
allowing the sky to compliment her beauty and
permit the white puffy clouds to dance in her presence and
a soft cool breeze is allowed to brush the earth
with blessing as it sings a soft melody
to refresh and uplift the heart,
I like it best.

Carolynn J Scully
© 2009

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Poem in Your Pocket

In honor of National Poetry Month I offer you a poem to put in your pocket. I hope you enjoy reading it and sharing it with others as you go about your day!

I Could

I could write a book
Or sing a happy song.
I could paint a picture
Or laugh the whole day long.

I could climb a tree
Or run a long long race.
I could dance a while
Or simply walk in place.

I could do most anything
I have a mind to do.
I would be so happy
To do it all with you!

Carolynn J. Scully

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I Humbly Bow to Thee

I Humbly Bow to Thee
by Carolynn J. Scully
(c) 1987
I may see myself as creative;
But Your created world I see,
And I must humbly bow to Thee.
I may see myself as able;
But Your power is awesome to me,
And I must humbly bow to Thee.
I may see myself as righteous;
But it is Your holiness in me,
And I must humbly bow to Thee.
I may see myself as merciful,
But I knowYour grace and see
That I must humbly bow to Thee.
I may see myself as loving;
But You gave Your Son to die for me,
And so I humbly bow to Thee
I may see myself as forgiving;
But Your cross and shed blood I see,
And I must humbly bow to Thee
I may see myself as steadfast;
But You're ever so faithful to me,
And I must humbly bow to thee
I humbly bow to Thee.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


This poem is my latest. I have written it for the 40th class reunion of the 1969 Class of Pueblo County High School. Go Hornets!


The years have lain
like a barren plain between us.
Though our singular lives
have walked through wonderful changes
and sometimes frightening challenges,
we have not kept company
with friends long ago invited
into our dreams,
heartaches, and
Yet, in that desert
our memories, like tumbleweeds,
have rolled through our minds,
beckoning us with curious wonderings
of who we became,
what we have done,
where we have traveled.
In those brief recollections
we remembered the
beginning of our journeys
and have looked forward
to this celebratory return.
Today is our long awaited future.
Today our present becomes our new commencement:
a time to enjoy past remembrances
and embrace the memories of this reunion
for future exchanges.
Today we return to the place
we hold in each others’ lives.

Carolynn J. Scully
© 2009