Thursday, December 22, 2016

John 4/5/35-12/15/16

 

May Your Joy Be Complete


John Calvin Spoelhof
April 5, 1935  -  December 15, 2016



 “If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, 
just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love.
 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that 
your joy may be complete.”    John 15:10-11

Friday, November 11, 2016

Two Faces

                 
TWO FACES
Which one will be our leader? 
DonaldReel whose caustic videos 
We watched each night on the
Endless evening news?

Or DonTheActor, 
Presidential at the White House
Or while accepting his win with
Some grace. But truth?

Will we come to see the Actor
Without the shadow of the Reel?
How often will the original emerge
To bully the defenseless?

Can the trumper change his spots?
Or are they tattooed forever on his being.
Can bullying, bigotry and abuse be
Hidden with an actor’s mask?

All Presidents take office with
Hidden handicaps.
This person’s sores are not so hidden
And I fear will soon erupt as to infect us all.

                                                      JoMae
                                                      11/11/16

                                                   



Saturday, October 29, 2016

Celebrating Shadows

CELEBRATING SHADOWS

Shadows

 play a glorious role in
 the beauty of a sunny day

yet even when there is no bright light to cast them
(either in nature or in the depths of one's worry or grief) 
let the grey remind us that joy is there
though hidden for a time

bright sun, unseen behind the clouds
will break through again
turning shadows into beauty with its

Light


Same Tree. Beauty even in Grey Clouds and Storm 

                                                          -JoMae
                                                            10/29/16




Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Shadow Treasure


SHADOW TREASURE

I settle in my chair to write a bit 
And notice a small painting playing on the floor
Leaves dancing back and forth
Seeping through the window pane

The sun is trying hard to cheer today
It comes and goes and drops its 
Treasures at my feet
Only to disappear again

CAPTURED
                     -JoMae
                        10/25/16

      

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

New Every Morning

Another bright crisp autumn day has broken on my world. 

As always, over my first cup of coffee 
I check the neighbor’s garage at the back of our yard
 To see what amazing design is playing there.  

It is new every sunny morning.  Each day unique.  
Always it is beautiful.  

This morning, the silhouette is intricate.
 Vivid from brilliant light pouring through branches
Capturing their shadows for a little while.

  Another reminder of the blessings 
Poured out daily by the
 Light of the World. 

 Often filtered by shadows
 Yet never overcome by them.  
      
                                    -JoMae
                                                                                              9/28/16
                                    

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Mom at 93

Mom at 27
 MOM at 93

Sitting in her wheelchair in her small half of the room
Lovely in her soft trim blouse and fresh hair do
Thanks to daughter Angie’s care

Looking out her window at the feeder Ange keeps filled
And at the small garden space with benches buried in snow
And of course the hungry birds

A booklover, she can't read much anymore
Even large print
Yet reads her tiny watch with ease!

Do the lines dance together?
Is it that she can't put meaning to the words?
She can when we talk it seems

Mom has difficulty remembering her children's names
She thanks me for explaining them
From photos in her room

One afternoon I returned after being with her in the morning
Mom asked, "Did you just get in? Is John with you?"
I flew alone this time and had explained

Later I looked at some photos on her desk
Mom asked what they said
I told her I wasn’t talking to anyone.

“I know,” she said
“I thought the girls in the picture
Were talking to you.”

Mom reads the snow covered shrubs, benches and other garden
Mounds the way she showed us animals in clouds
When we were small

"Looks just like a deer
Turning its head to glance at me," she smiles

She knows it's not a deer.

-JoMae
Written in 2003

Monday, May 9, 2016

Quiet Room

Quiet

The room where I sit is a quiet room
Not even the radio plays
But the sun streams in
Flooding the floor
Pouring branches all over the carpet

Where their light, sprouting shadows 
Silently dance in the  
Early Spring breeze
Sprinkling joy on a cool sunny morning

A Soothing Intrusion

JoMae
5/9/16