Monday, August 9, 2010

Mom

You were once my home and now my life is an image of you.
I stand in your shadow,
Journey in your footsteps,
Carry on because of your courage.

Your hands are reflected in the mirror of mine:
The nervous habits I acquired,
The mindless strokes of my pen,
The way I stitch with needle and thread.

You paint eternal pictures of love and beauty in my life,
Delighting in art created and performed,
Rejoicing in friendships spanning generations,
Owning a heart big enough for love alone.

You record music into my soul that
Lets my spirit dance,
Frees my voice to sing,
Fills my days with joy.

You tell stories of thankfulness for
Freedoms enjoyed,
Blessings received,
People that cared.

You are a faithful teacher of life’s lessons:
In the building of a dream,
The living of life despite times of grief,
The believing by faith in things not seen.

You were once my home and now I know that home is
A place of learning to live,
A place of safety for my heart,
A place where God dwells.

Carolynn J. Scully © 2000

Friday, July 30, 2010

William Leff, My Friend

Will (William Leff)

Friend of my heart
You may not be able to help me move my furniture or change a tire, but you move me to pray and to change my heart towards God.
You may not be able to enjoy a dinner with us, but we dine on the Bread of Life when you are near.
You may not be able to enthrall us with your stories, jokes or wisdom, but we are enthralled at the way your eyes dance in the presence of angels.
You may not be able to embrace us with strong arms, but your hands hold us tight while you lead us into your silent prayer.

Friend of my heart
Your eyes search beyond this world and reflect love.
You listen to a Holy Voice revealing truth and share in His compassion and hope.
You touch the heart of God for those who need Him.
Your eyes dance with joy over the glory of God revealed!

Friend of my heart
You have offered me opportunities to believe beyond what I see, to give more than I thought I could, to trust more in that which I do not understand, to love deeper, and to be loved, not for all I can do, but for just being with you.
I love you, friend of my heart.
 
Carolynn J. Scully
23 July 2010

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Voice

The voice
Deep within
Compels the gifted
To move towards
That which waits
With no form,
No beauty,
No meaning.

"Be yourself!
Breathe life!
Imagine and
Create the vision.
It is the plan
And purpose
For which
You are born."

by Carolynn J. Scully (c)2010

Thursday, April 22, 2010

If They Had a Voice

If they had a voice

Would they ask "Why?"

Would screams reach the sky?



If they had a voice

Would our hearts be stirred?

Would we have heard?



If we loaned them our voice

Would we defend their cause?

Would we be able to change the laws?



The unborn child has a voice

The Maker only hears

And quiets with His tears.

by Carolynn J. Scully
2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Creation

Dark
Light
God's Spirit moves in might.
Water
Land
Formed by God's own hand.
Plants
Trees
Blowing in the breeze.
Moon
Sun
Creation was not done.
Birds
Fish
Whatever He may wish.
Beasts
Man
All made to fit God's plan.

by Carolynn J. Scully (c)2008
rewritten 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

Birthday

In honor of my dear Hubby's birthday last Friday, I thought I would share my childrens' Birthday poem .

I wash my face,
brush my teeth.
I comb my hair
and smile.
Everything seems
just the same
As it has been
for awhile.
I don't look different
even though
I'm changed in one
big way.
Today I add
another year!
It is my
59th birthday!

( I change the number to fit the age)

by Carolynn J. Scully (c)2008

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Mirrors

Mirrors reveal faces that
Reflect lifetimes of hopes and dreams
Fulfilled in the splendor of success, or
Shattered into pieces of unreality.

Mirrors reveal faces that
Display lifetimes of loves and hates
Melted into a single heart softened, or
Hardened by feelings held fast.

Mirrors reveal faces that
Hide lifetimes of deceits and secrets
Too heavy to carry and, one day to be
Revealed for judgement.

by Carolynn J. Scully (c)1995