LOVE IS A GIFT

Love is a gift we are blessed with
To do with as we choose.
It's multiplied when given
And never grows old with use.

How sweet to know in loving
The divine deeds we fulfill
To know the love of the Savior
For us, is greater still.

And if our hearts touch each other
To create a perfect love
It surely will be protected
By the power of God''s own love.

My dear, my love I give you
Knowing well it will prevail,
And when the passing time will come
You will see me through the veil.

@copyright 1973 Kathy Thayne Herman

LETTERS

take these letters I've

placed in words

with special care

and affection.

Don't think light

or foolish

the heavy broken heart

that has spilled

upon this paper.

@copyright2009 Kathy Thayne Herman

SO ALONE

Never am I so alone
As when I try to write
That which stirs me.

@copyright1983 Kathy Thayne Herman

A GOODLY MAN

Curled up on the couch,
the curtains drawn,
the world shut out -
Drowning in my sorrow.
In a moment's time
I hear a whisper -
A comfort, then a scene
On a hill, on a cross
long ago, far away
to a goodly man of 33
whose blood fell softly
and spread around the knees
of righteous weeping souls.
This goodly man knew
my sorrows even then
and sent a comforter
to remind me.
Thank you, my Savior for
deeming me worthy.

@copyright 1983 Kathy Thayne Herman

SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD

somewhere in the
world
is the
place
where people
run to
and from.
where dreams are
lost and found,
where time
stands still
while
moving on.
where the only
baggage is what you
brought and
left there.
where
you can move
without
a step and
sing
without
a note.
you can dream
without
sleep
and cry
without
pain.
It's always that
place over there -
somewhere,
but it's really
here.
within you.
just look...
and
there you are.

@copyright 2009 Kathy Thayne Herman

MY TINY CAMELOT

they called him
ken,
he who made
me-
delivered by mom
flo.
he wandered
away,
she drank and
broke.
down they went,
clueless to
us-
my brother
and me.
a car ride
i recall, to
hell -
a foster
home
of evil;
then came
jack
on tv.
i watched and
named him
ken in my
heart, but
Kennedy
was the truth.
where ken was
gone,
i saw jack.
the smile
and hair the
same. one
gone-
the other
on tv.
a few years
later,
someone killed
my dad on tv.
ken died
in 1993.
it's November
again -
1963 stained me.
no one knew
jack was my
dad
but me.
my tiny
Camelot
in a sad
season.
i miss him
still.

@copyright 11/24/2009 Kathy Thayne Herman

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

It has been one of those days, nothing to write home about but a grumble under the breath for no particular reason. I'll blame it on the kink in my neck. They always make me ornery in a way no other discomfort does; it makes you look and feel gratingly whacked!
I got my H1N1 vaccine shot this morning; the free shot cost me $10.00. On the flip side, the shot my daughter got was painful for her and as prepared as I was to grimace - I barely felt the needle and have no pain at all hours later. Tit for tat.
Face book, normally temperamental anyway, has been downright combatant today. I can't sign in on the first try, can't post on the first try, took several friends and sent them into Hide, and keeps saying I can't do this and I can't do that. After 5 hours of this, neither has called a truce.
Well, this is enough of a rant to have done some good. Neck is still kinked but the heating pad is warmed up, Tylenol is ready and my orneriness seems to have mellowed. Goodnight!