Month: September 2021

Out of their belly’s we came out crying.

Thanks to our mother’s pain and sighing.

We crawled around and played the same.

We delighted in mother’s playful games.

As growing teens, their honor was slim.

We smoked, partied, and watched dirty films.

We considered them old and very peculiar. but

Blessed are mother’s for accepting our failures.

The older we got the more we cussed.

They endured much grief–more than enough.

We lied, cheated, and wanted more stuff.

Thanks to our mother’s that cared to fuss.

We love to devour a mouthful at dinners,

And talk in ways of learning their wisdom.

Now as adults, we can rest on their bosoms,

Ingratiating our mothers for enduring our Winters,

Thanking them for loving us wayward sinners.

Darrel Venable

The glowing Sun grows the tall green grass,

 Drops down sweat upon the working brow.

It burns the fearful forests, but lightens blue skies.

It caresses children frolicking in verdant fields.

Yet is respected by its ultraviolet rays that

Blinds staring eyes.  It gives Seasons in years,

And hours in days, while birds chirp at sunrise.

Yet He who made the Sun made Hell without light.

While the Morning Star shines forever, it awakens

 Sinful souls benighted by worldly woes.  Give

God glory, like lilies dancing in Spring’s sunrays.

As it beams the dawning horizons, the Sun

Hovers over man and living creatures, to

Give us strength by its persistent poise.

But the Sun will cease to give her light.

No more will the Sun scorch the skin.

God’s Son will lighten every saved soul,

And a new Heaven and new Earth will

Allow new bodies to worship God freely.

So will it be with God’s Magnificent Light.

Darrel Venable