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.