by Connie Jarka
Patience a virtue?
Thus they say is true;
For our patience shown to the other one
Will come back double to me and you.
a journey filled with pure mercy.
by Connie Jarka
Patience a virtue?
Thus they say is true;
For our patience shown to the other one
Will come back double to me and you.
a journey filled with pure mercy.
by Connie Jarka
A kind thought
has not cost,
A whispered prayer
is never lost;
A quiet step
all that is left,
Along the test of time.
a journey of hope.
by Connie Jarka
It matters only of the moment
The time so many remember as told;
He Died for us and then was put in the tomb
And it was quite for that day of old.
a journey with Him at our side.
by Connie Jarka
Spring arrives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We enhance our lives,
with a skip and a look ahead;
Still cold, maple sap done running but like gold,
on to blooms and birds sewn with silky sunny thread.
HAPPY SPRING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by Connie Jarka
The coffee pot burbs as it perks
The lights of traffic hurrying by
lighting for others the way to another day;
The thoughts of all of those folks
headed out into the world
For work or church or play.
This is a piece of the
world at bay.
All are so important.
by Connie Jarka
Someplace by the moment of time
Where all the worries go;
We take on the New Year
And we do as we do as we know.
along the road of life.
by Connie Jarka
Leaves swish as I walk
Through the unraked thought,
The time changes to thoughts of snow;
Candle in the window
Sweatshirt to thin now,
Heavy coat out next to boots ready to go.
as we prepare.
by Connie Jarka
As we praise our Veterans
And remember and honor them as well;
We have no idea the stories
they all may have to tell.
We accept this God-given country
They have tried to leave;
We will think of them all today
And pray their souls to keep.
Thank you, we say
for all you have done;
May your efforts and lives given
be remembered;
We will try to take care of the country
you have sacrificed for,
This Veterans Day on the 11th of November.
God Bless You!!!!!
by Connie Jarka
Behind the old river bend
Where the water surrenders
to the fast-moving currents flow;
We too surrender
to life’s fast-moving forces,
some seem easy,
some turn out, out of our humble control.
we can do this…..
by Connie Jarka
When the creek rises
flooding the land,
When the mountain seems
too high from where we stand,
When the dream seems too far
to plan,
Prayer, is there like gentle care,
deep inside somewhere small or grand,
led by a seeking, willing hand.
answers will come..
by Connie Jarka
Comes the wind in the willow
In the land of the free;
We celebrate our lives in
this wonderful country,
Happy Birthday! to our History!!!!!
Eat and be Merry and Go and Be…!!!!!
A special place in the world like no other
we would agree;
How proud are we?????
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!
Gods favor on America may we forever see…!!!!!
by Connie Jarka
Old grey fence
covers in new summer rose buds,
One becomes overwhelmed
by anticipation of better days;
The roses
will burst out in full bloom soon,
And time
will offer one healing, better ways..
as we muster new courage and Faith…
by Connie Jarka
So, we get half way
up the mountain climb
But we do not turn around;
We look instead
for what’s up straight ahead,
Leaving whats on the ground
On the ground….
as we venture on…..
by Connie Jarka
Honor, memory, and respect,
The day of Memory comes
as we know;
We hold their service in their stead,
and We Remember! as we go.
For each name mentioned
and those that are not;
We whisper ‘thank you’,
for freedom is a lot.
We Remember!!!
by Connie Jarka
They have been our
protectors,
Far and near;
Memory becomes our connector,
We thank our veteran heroes
As we hold them all so dear..
by Connie Jarka
A huge hawk hid
in the old pine tree,
The robin did not see him;
Life lived must be
as good as it can,
For we never know
(bless that robin),
when we might be him.
by Connie Jarka
If we could
gather up all the troubles
Of which in this old world right now
we are aware;
We could grab them all
Roll them into a big ball,
And put them inside of this mornings,
morning prayer.
Won’t hurt…..
by Connie Jarka
Lost in the dreams of
what could be,
Buried in a hollow place of
all our own;
One day welcomes another,
There is no place like home.
as we hope for all others.
by Connie Jarka
The bird flies
amidst the dark clouds
Sometimes
we feel like we do too;
But then it seems like
he reaches in and pulls out the sun,
And all is brand new.
another day…
by Connie Jarka
Way past the fallen pine of old
along frilly ferns as they cone out to play,
we walk through moss-covered paths of life,
determined to conquer another day.
by Connie Jarka
Spring will bring
the song of the sparrow
The robin searching for worms and
new falling rain;
We will search for
fields of green wide and narrow,
Spring is on it’s way.
by Connie Jarka
Do not worry about the sadness
Do not lay upon the pain;
Do try to get up!! Get up!! You are so important,
Don’t be weary, just lift up,
though vision may persist blurry,
Lest we try that step again.
journey on..
by Connie Jarka
Somehow this early morning darkness calms me,
Comforts me from immediate demands;
Sheltered from the calling wind
in the willow,
This moment I have I will appreciate
and try to understand.
as we journey to another day.
by Connie Jarka
The wind along the fence row
where snow insists to stay,
blows old and cold
mighty and bold,
but spring’s dreams
will not be delayed.
Spring is coming
get ready….
by Connie Jarka
Spring brings warm
Sometimes storms,
Like life,
we never know
when or if;
So we sign on good or bad
grateful for what we have,
hang on and try
to enjoy the trip.
by Connie Jarka
Maybe it is not always what you see
Or even what you hear;
Life can just be down right long,
As you wait for the fog to clear.
Journey on….
by Connie Jarka
Sharp turns in life
Can render
a well dreamed dream mute;
But a well prayed prayer
a little rendered care
Can present
another route.
hold on — dreams are coming…
by Connie Jarka
Sharp turns in life
Can render
a well dreamed dream mute;
But a well prayed prayer
a little rendered care
Can present
another route.
hold on — dreams are coming…
by Connie Jarka
Prizes are prizes in life
We all look for them sometimes;
But “Today”, is the prize in our eyes,
And we take it as it comes,
Not looking for all the answers at one time.
as we journey
by Connie Jarka
Brazen be that black squirrel, he
Tore apart the feeder;
No thought for the others,
I will get my repeater?
He probably does not have to worry
My eyes are getting bad;
Grandpa says, “Do not shoot yet
until I get way way way away,
The kids might still need their granddad”….
by Connie Jarka
Some worry maybe that the mind is strong
But the body is weak;
Some accept it right or wrong,
But still dream of what they seek.
as we journey.
by Connie Jarka
We will keep up with the hope
Won’t hide it under stones too heavy to lift;
For life will be as it will be,
With each breath of day a
freely, untimely, given gift.
as we are
by Connie Jarka
Wearing the same shoe
day after day,
Watching the same old sunrise;
Renders one grateful
for a steady soul,
And an occasional pink sky surprise.
by Connie Jarka
A mountain or a molehill?
Both we probably have all seen;
One we may stumble over
one we may still be climbing,
Or caught up in between.
We climb on …..
by Connie Jarka
Pine sways in the winter grey
Flakes greet yesterday’s ice;
Sun waits for just the right time
To come back above a world in worry of plight.
as we figure it all out together.
by Connie Jarka
Some find it necessary to futz
about life,
Some really don’t
seem to care;
Some keep looking for the golden goose,
while making the best of what is there.
as we roam the void of time.
by Connie Jarka
A day, just may, seem
another 24 hours,
But dreams bring hope
for tomorrow.
as we venture on..
by Connie Jarka
We move along with purpose
Though purpose can become unclear;
We still hold each day
Whispered prayer along the way,
Hearts full of hope for the others, so dear.
as we go
by Connie Jarka
Dark winter morning,
Calls one back to bed;
Hot water kettle whistles and sings,
Fresh snow covers pines
as dawn reminds of waiting other things,
Warm slippers and warm hearth instead.
Like that book we have never read……
by Connie Jarka
Green fields amidst sunny days
Will they come again;?
We gaze out over winters icy haze,And sometimes wonders, if ever? some days,
or when.
Believing comes in handy, one then whispers
This too might be much bigger then me;
But with one step at a time,
Letting it fall back in line,
Believing the ice will melt
We take what we are dealt,
And accept what we can foresee.
as we go.