May 2009 Peggy Hood Poems

Thanksgiving and Full Hearts

For quiet moments of sweet rest --
Thanks be to Thy Name O GOD.
For strengthening during life's stress --
Our thanks be unto THEE, GOD.

For healing of our physical ails,
We thank THEE, Gracious GOD.
For maintaining life -- for vital cells,
Our thanks to THEE, Dear GOD.

Yes, for healing and untroubled sleep,
We thank THEE, Benevolent GOD.
Because of Thy works on our behalf,
Our cup runneth over, O Merciful GOD!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-29-2009] * Back *

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Feeling a Void?

Feeling a void? List' for the voice --
"Be still ....... know that I am GOD."
Looking for a reason to rejoice?
Embrace the TRUTH -- HE is GOD!

Settle emotions; stir no fear's flame;
Be content; for, the LORD is GOD.
Cast off your striving and fretting.
Center heart, in stillness, upon GOD.

Needing healing? Need an embrace?
LOVE embraces you! LOVE is GOD.
O pilgrim child, redeemed / forgiven,
Be still;/ rest / be assured -- HE is GOD!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-14-2009] * Back *

Brother's Directive

Perry was youngest; and, I , two years older.
He and I were the only siblings left--
The others were grown and gone from the farm.
We did as we were told -- with chores, to help.

One day, Dad mentioned a problem in the field --
Muskrats were riddling the corn,
Tearing it down, dragging it to the creek.
Their trails had become clearly worn.

Perry and I went to eradicate or lessen
The rodent population there on Poverty Creek.
We took rifles with us, Perry going first,
Walking as quietly as we knew how to sneak.

He told me to go further -- above the crossing;
For, he was choosing where he knew they stayed.
I walked on alongside the corn rows,
Checking the creek at points along the way.

Far enough, I thought; and, standing on bank,
l looked into the stream below.
Exactly in that spot was a big ole muskrat.
I plugged it right there in the waters' flow.

The rat floated on down toward Perry's spot.
And, I walked along the bank, success to tell.
I don't remember if Perry shot any rats;
But, I was pleased to tell him I did quite well!

[ It was politically correct to shoot or trap muskrats to save crops in those days.]

Ah, sibling rivalry!

By the mercies of God,
:) [Peggy Hood, 5-12-2009] * Back *

Farming on Poverty Creek

Forty nine years ago, Dad bought his farm --
Seventy five acres on Poverty Creek..
The dwelling house is near a spring branch
With cold water flowing clear and sweet.

In 1960, the fields were wild and fallow --
Practically a jungle of alder trees.
A bulldozer was hired to push them in piles
Putting an end to their tangled seize.

We picked up branches and roots to burn --
A long and hard project of days.
Finally, the fields could be plowed,
After their wilderness was razed.

Corn grew beautifully, a sea of dark green
That narrowed at points near the hill.
We were blessed with good crops on the farm
The old corn crib and our pantry to fill.

Across the creek, we grew potatoes
Bigger than we'd harvested before.
Our family enjoyed picking those up.
A bountiful crop we had to store!

Dad sold that part of the farm to a doctor
And his wife, who raise big goats to sell --
Healthy, white, meat-type animals
That bleat and graze bottomland and hill.

Great Pyrenees dogs live in their pasture,
Guarding the goats, lest coyotes invade.
Farming's different along Poverty Creek,
Still with richness of life arrayed.

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-13-2009] * Back *

Spring Release

Spring seems a good time for passing --
For being released from time-worn shell,
To be borne away to arms of Jesus,
With HIM forevermore to dwell

In Heaven where is no heartache --
There, where hosts and angels sing
In perfect harmony, exultations --
Glory! Honor to our KING!

Done with labors; done with illness!
Done with bondage of the clay!
Child, look beyond parting's sorrow.
Mother is HOME, forever to stay.

Stay faithful to GOD's shining course;
Encourage each other as you travel on.
Your release too will come soon enough.
Consider this parting a short "so long."

May GOD be Comfort and Peace to all of you.

(In memory of Lou Belle, loving mother and wonderful friend and neighbor)

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-12-2009] * Back *

One Sprig of Grass?

A sprig of grass -- could we make one?
Just one blade with vein and root --
Living green, producing chlorophyll?
For gift of grass, perfect power it took --
The Power of life -- GOD alone!

One strand of hair, one follicle --
Man cannot create one of these --
Not even one cell, not one atom.
That GOD is Creator, some don't believe.
But, HE made all that was made -- HE alone!

Could we make a teeny, tiny seed?
An embryo with spark of life?
One living thing, could mortals make?
Tell, from whence is growth supplied?
Strength is from GOD WHO is LIFE.

Could we create even one nutrient?
These are of the earth? tell, who made it?
Water or rain? Could we author streams?
GOD is Author of all good things.
Such power is HIS alone!

Tell, what kind of drivel is this --
That, an accident caused life to be?
If nothing existed, what collided?
Foolish theories, I don't believe!
GOD is LIFE, gives life, sustains life!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-9-2009] * Back *

Dancing Plant

I saw one doing a shimmy shake --
As it stood in the ground,
Where I planted it two days ago,
A money plant with seed discs- round.

Matter of fact, I'd set three or four
Off the driveway, in a line,
In nice and moist shaded place,
Thinking - - there, they'd do just fine.

The first day -- one was leaning sadly.
I righted it and tamped soil down,
Though, certain, mischief had occurred;
Then, went to set more plants in ground.

The second day, scanning from car
Inspecting those plants again.
There -- the very selfsame one
Was shimmying, as if to beat of band.

Another morning, another inspection --
Only a void where the plant had been.
Gone! Swallowed! Pulled underground,
According to sneaky rodent's plan!

Destructive pests, such rodents are --
Whether moles or voles or shrews --
Scouting around the edge of my yard,
Scavenging, my flowers to chew!

Trap them! Toss them in Kudzu field,
Or some place only honeysuckle grows!
Away! Away! Anywhere but here --
There must be a solution, I know!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-11-2009] * Back *

The Green MACBETH

Her favorites -- the green MACBETHs.
Amy wears them everywhere.
But, they sometimes fall off her feet --
Uncooperative footwear!

This wouldn't happen to most people;
But, shoes can drop when Amy transfers
From her wheelchair to her car.
Yet, she always knows when it occurs.

Well, that statement isn't quite true.
Two nights ago, she came home
To find she was wearing but one shoe,
Puzzled as to where the other had gone.

She searched her car; so did we.
Both shoes had been on in the restaurant.
The shoe must've fallen when she moved
From wheelchair to car in parking lot.

A friend had walked with her to the car
To help with the loading of her chair;
And, chatting along as people do,
Neither noticed her shoe fall there.

A trip back to town wasn't necessary.
Amy just called her friend, the cook,
And asked her to check the parking lot.
That simple request was all it took.

Good news -- the green MACBETH was found.
Deb told Amy -- "no problem at all!"
The only thing sitting in the parking lot
Was the lone green shoe they hadn't seen fall.

Thankful for a green shoe!
More thankful for friends!

Blessings to you!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-9-2009] * Back *

This is Truth

This is truth -- GOD is good!
Truth -- HIS LOVE is eternal.
Truth -- HE is verily LOVE.
Truth -- HE reigns, supernal.

Truth -- GOD is omnipotent.
Truth -- Omnipresent is HE.
Truth -- HE sees everything.
Truth -- HE supplies our need.

Truth -- GOD is Healer.
Truth -- HE's merciful, kind.
Truth -- Christ is Redeemer.
Truth -- HE's PEACE - yours and mine.

Truth -- GOD is LIGHT.
Truth -- Christ is the WAY.
Truth -- The LORD is Strength to us.
Truth -- HE rules the day.

Truth -- HE's to us, Holy Manna.
Truth -- HE is Eternal Spring.
Truth -- GOD is ALL-in-all.
Truth -- HE is our everything!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-3-2009] * Back *

Along Creation's Theme

Have you looked upon a meadow,
Seen it's lovely mists that rise;
Lifted your eyes heavenward,
Seen GOD's glory in the skies?

Have you seen the ripe clouds gathered
And the streaks of lightning flash;
Heard the booming voice of thunder --
Its rumblings or sudden crash?

Have you seen a crimson sunset,
Watched its glory dim to a glow;
Seen the stars appear in heavens,
Enjoying them from earth below?

Have you heard a singing brooklet,
Followed its traces to bigger stream,
Or sat upon a bank beside it,
There, pondering Creation's theme?

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-3-2009] * Back *

We Ought to be Singing

We ought to be singing;
We ought to be praising --
Remember the drought?
Thanks to GOD, it's gone!

We ought to be singing;
We ought to be praising.
Consider the lilies --
See how they've grown!

We ought to be singing;
We ought to be praising --
Winter has passed;
Springtime is come.

We ought to be singing;
We ought to be praising;
Corn seeds are sprouting;
Thank GOD, in song!

We ought to be praising;
We ought to be singing --
The LORD our Provider
Ne'er leaves us alone!

We ought to be singing;
We ought to be praising --
HIS trees yield their fruits --
Praise GOD in song!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-3-2009] * Back *

Escape for the Heart

O to escape the blaring world's falsehoods --
To abide in a place where PEACE reigns!
I'm seeking comfort, spiritual uplifting;
Let me hear truths of our LORD again!

I need to walk by still Waters of Life,
Hear more of GOD's Grace and LOVE without end;
I have need to taste and see GOD is good!
And, I need to count my blessings again.

GOD knows all about me, knows all my cares
Before I can tell things of my heart.
At His Throne of Grace, let joy arise --
Let me confess, "LORD, How Great THOU art!"

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-3-2009] * Back *

To See our Jesus

Sometimes, we've longing, deep heart-felt longing
To see our Jesus and Home sweet Home.
Yes, we've a yearning, at times -- a yearning,
Feeling lonely here, though never alone!

It's true, we see as through glass darkly
Things of GOD's perfect eternal realm;
Yet, that's enough to make us hunger
And thirst after righteousness of HIM.

Hold on; hold on a little longer.
Give thanks for time GOD placed us in.
It pleases HIM that time roll onward
Till comes the Day all sorrows end!

Only joys then, with no sad partings!
Nothing to rend and break the heart,
As hosts in Heaven sing together
Truthful refrains -- "LORD, How Great THOU art!"

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-2-2009] * Back *

Where's My Socks?

He likes to twirl them, one in each hand --
Our Joseph really likes to play with socks.
He likes his dad's that go with his suits;
He even comes upstairs and raids Pop's.

Well, that's not the full extent of the matter.
He likes baby brother's stretchy footies too.
In a pinch, he'll resort to playing with knee-hi 's.
It's a sock-sort'n dilemma, I'm telling you.

I found some of Pop's soft acrylic ones,
As I helped with laundry downstairs.
"Do these belong to Pops", I questioned Abby.
"Joseph plays puppet with those", she declares.

Put'em high in the top dresser drawer, you say?
Can't put'em high enough -- he's a climbing boy.
He searches the house, both high and low.
Socks for him are highly prized toys.

Come to visit, but you might find a maze
Of scattered footwear -- strange knitted flotsam.
We may have to navigate a small sea of socks,
Worry not -- I'll scoop'em up and box'em!

By the mercies of God,
© [Peggy Hood, 5-2-2009] * Back *

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