My Granddaughter

 

My Granddaughter

 

Amazing little two year-old,

While walking through her life so bold,

She sings and laughs where e’re she goes,

She’ll lay flat down, stare at her toes.

 

For sure, she has her time to cry,

Those two year angsts appear to try-

Her patience in this tiny soul,

Yet, rarely does it grab her whole.

 

And, she’s content when on her own,

I found her on a chair alone,

One time I walked the basement stair,

To find her in corner chair.

 

All by herself sing A,B,C’s,

And, pause to say, “Bu”, “Bu”, “Bu”, “B’s”,

She raised her head to see I looked,

She flashed a smile, Grandpa was hooked.

 

Her Dad says she’s a “Mama’s girl”,

Yet, in his arms she’ll hug and curl,

A blessing to this husband, wife,

To share this joyful girl for life!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 28, 2020

Pilgrams

 

 

Pilgrims

 

The Pilgrims made it so can we,

How did they swell in misery,

Across through wild and wily sea,

With one pure hope in living free.

 

The Pilgrims surveyed field and marsh,

Embattled on with winters harsh,

Diseased and fevered to the core,

As many traveled through death’s door.

 

The Pilgrims scarce could know their fate,

What dangers round each corner wait,

They tilled and sowed in temperate clime.

And, finally blessed at harvest time.

 

On Plymouth Rock this stalwart band,

On solid rock of faith they’d stand,

It was this faith which held them sure,

Through every trial they would endure.

 

Like pilgrims we must carry on,

Trust God whom we rely upon,

Trust God whom we alone pursue,

Trust God alone to see us through!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 18, 2020

The Creeping Crud

 

The Creeping Crud

 

The “Creeping Crud” spread o’er the land,

A virus vile smaller than sand,

It’s nada, nada, nada neat,

So wash your hands, and knees and feet.

 

But, one day soon (we hope it’s soon),

The “Creeping Crud” who’s had its boon,

Twill meet its match from antidotes,

With twisty ties around their throats.

 

And, they’ll be gone, gone with the wind,

Their devastation will rescind,

The children will come out to play,

And, we’ll praise God for this bright day!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 16, 2020

I’ve been writing letters to our “remote” grandkids. I wrote this poem to include in this month’s letter.

God's Love

 

God’s Love

 

Inadequate it’s wholly so,

For evidence our God to know,

Yet, God created you and me,

With holy sense for God to see.

 

Philosophers both great and small,

Their writings well up from the pall,

And, searching here and searching there,

If they leave God, the cupboard’s bare.

 

For God created and refined,

The earth and universe designed,

From nothing to a wondrous thing.

Relationship his offering.

 

For some they’ll raise a halting hand,

And, walk away in sifting sand,

But, as for me, I simply must,

In loving God, place all my trust.

 

For every soul, this solid ground,

As close with simple faith is found,

E’en when the bleakest times accrue,

Praise Him! God’s love will see us through!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 6, 2020