Wednesday, May 22, 2013

LITTLE BROWN DOG

A LITLE BROWN DOG

WALKED OUT OF THE FOG

HE KNEW HE HAD  FOUND A HOME

HE RAN A LONG WAY

WHAT CAN WE SAY

HIS LSHORT LEGS WERE PRETTY TIRED.

HE BARKED AT THE DOOR

DID SOMEONE ANSWER?

HE WAS GREETED WITH A HOWDY-DO

HE KNEW RIGHT AWAY

HE HAD YHE FOUNED THE RIGHT PLACE

BY THE LOOK ON THAT FACE.

AND A BISCUIT READY TO CHEW.

BLESSED IS THE MATCH


Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.

Blessed is the flame that burns in the secret fastness of the heart.

Blessed is the heart with strength to stop its beating for honor’s sake.

Blessed is the match consumed in kindling flame.  -Hannah Senesh

 

My God, My God, I pray that these things never end,

The sand and the sea,

The rustle of the waters,

Lightning of the Heavens,

The prayer of Man.

אלי, אלי, שלא יגמר לעולם

החול והים

רישרוש של המים

ברק השמים

תפילת האדם

The voice called, and I went.

I went, because the voice called.  -Hannah Senesh

 

There are stars whose radiance is visible on earth
though they have long been extinct.
There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world
though they are no longer among the living.
These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark.
They light the way for mankind.
-Hannah Senesh

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

UNTITLED
So you think you are saving the world.
Shooting and killing
Looting and spilling
the blood
of people who bear you no ill.
Each man is a hero.
Each woman a pawn.
You smash, curse and damn.
What good is accomplished
By all of the noise?
We seem to go farther away from the dawn.



JANE NEALE




Friday, February 24, 2012

a funeral poem

When I am gone release me
Let me go, I have so many things to see and do
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that we had so many beautiful years
I gave to you my love
You can only guess how much you gave me in happiness
I thank you for the love you each have shown
But now it's time I travel alone
So grieve awhile for me, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by my trust
It's only for awhile that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart
I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen within your heart you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then when you must come this way alone
I'll greet you with a smile and say
"Welcome Home."

author unknown

Monday, December 26, 2011

BIRTH IN A BARN

No trumpets blaring
No drums snaring
Only silence greets
A homeless pair
Looking for shelter.
A crude barn
With a cow looking out
A pile of hay
On which they could lay
But soon a sound
Woke the world thundering
The birth of God’s son
Born while we’re wondering
What this meant for us
We poor ignorant cousins
Looking for hope
Of some kind to keep us
Safe from evil of a world gone mad
THE YEARS IN BETWEEN
He worked for his dad
Drove the Pharisees mad.
Looked for a reason to live
Found it in his willingness to give.
Leading friends to the sea,
Where he set them free
To follow his lessons,
To teach all to love one another
Child, Father and Mother.
But he found trouble in hate
He was destined to choose his fate
Of death on a hill.
He had work to do still.
When he came out of the tomb
Into a different room,
The disciples believed
The world was relieved,
He found us at last
Our troubles forgiven and past,
DEATH ON A HILL
He climbed that hill,
Knowing what he would find
That his guide on that climb
Had something in mind.
A Roman soldier with spear at the ready
Kept up with him
Walking slow and steady.
The morning sun shone bright
He continued to fight
Until mid day.
Three hours later
What can we say?
A man hung dying,
In a tomb soon to stay
But he outwitted them all
All men large or small
His father let Him go
To save us from woe.
AMEN

Jane P. Neale12/23/11


Thursday, June 2, 2011

medley

THE YEARS IN BETWEEN
HE WORKED FOR HIS DAD
DROVE THE PHARISEES MAD.
LOOKED FOR A REASON TO LIVE
FOUND IN HIS WILLINGNESS TO GIVE
LEADING FRIENDS TO THE SEA
WHERE HE SET THEM FREE
TO FOLLOW HIS LESSONS
TO TEACH ALL TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER
CHILD, FATHER AND MOTHER.
BUT HE FOUND TROUBLE IN HATE
AND FELL VICTIM TO HIS FATE
OF DEATH ON A HILL
HE HAD WORK TO DO STILL
WHEN HE CAME OUT OF THE TOMB
INTO A DIFFERENT ROOM
THE DISCIPLES BELIEVED
THE WORLD WAS RELIEVED
HE FOUND US A LAST
OUR TROUBLES WERE PAST,
AMEN
.......................................................................................................

DEATH ON HILL
He climbed that hill,
Knowing what he would find
That his guide on that climb
Had something in mind.
A Roman soldier with spear at the ready
Kept up with him
Walking slow and steady.
The sun shone bright
He continued to fight
Until mid day
Three hours later
What can we say
A man hung dying,
In a tomb soon to stay
But he outwitted them all
All men large or small
His father let Him go
To save us from woe
..........................................................................................................................
I
ANGER AND RESENTMENT
DO NOT A HAPPY PERSON MAKE
BUT IF YOU TAKE SOMEONE BY THE HAND
AND HOLD ON TIGHT
YOU MIGHT FIND THAT ALL THAT BAD FEELING
WILL DISAPPEAR OVERNIGHT.
THAT SOMEONE’S HAND MIGHT BE IN TOUCH WITH GOD
SO KEEP HOLDING ON
UNTIL THE ANGER IS GONE.
II
GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH YOU ACHE
AND FEELS YOUR PAIN FULL WELL
BUT HOLD HIS HAND AND BE PATIENT
HE’LL BE WORKING ON YOU FOR A SPELL.
III
SHARE YOUR HEART WITH OTHERS
UNTIL YOU CAN LET GO
AND THEN ANGER AND RESENTMENT
WILL BE BURIED IN WINTER’S SNOW.
BURIED OUT OF SIGHT
YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE IT
THE SNOW HAS PURIFIED IT AND
RELEASED YOU FROM ITS SIGHT.
SO CLEANSE YOUR HEART AND MIND
TILL ALL IS LEFT BEHIND
YOU’LL BE A BETTER PERSON
WITH CLEAN HEART AND MIND.
Jane p. Neale 




Tuesday, April 26, 2011

THE DUCK WHO WALKED ON WATER

THE DUCK WHO WALKED ON WATER
With apologies to J. C.
SHE HAD NO NAME
BUT SHE HAD FAME
FOR SHE KNEW HOW TO WALK ON WATER
She told the drake “I am sick of swimming
I am doing a new trick
Feet out of water Like that man in the Bble.
She wanted to be known
As the duck who walked on water. The drake thought
“ She is crazy” did not know what she meant
Was sure she had lost her mind
She chose to leave him behind
And jumped off the shore landing on top of the river
Instead of in paddling as usual
She got her wish flew from shore to the top she became the duck who walked on the water.


J.P. NEALE