Category Archives: good timing

WE GIVE OUR MAKER PRAISE

WE GIVE OUR MAKER PRAISE

We give our Maker praise

For all sorts of cloud and haze…

He wraps Himself proud

With myriad dark cloud,

We call Him the Ancient of Days!

All that with breath rejoice,

God  made Man His CHOICE…

Of being able

To choose God’s table,

Or favor and love to lose.

God wants with you to walk.

And not folk who just talk the talk…

Will you agree

His child to be,

Or for eternity balk?

–Jonathan Caswell

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A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU

A VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU.

THE LORD CLEANED MY COMPUTER.

THE LORD CLEANED MY COMPUTER

(or arranged it!)

To say that God cleaned it

Is to say He arranged the act…

There is no doubt that without His clout

I once again would have been smacked.

The on-line guy never called back

So I was left in the lurch…

I asked Pastor for prayer and

He and others prayed right in church.

My neighbor introduced me to the man who

Had been fixing computers a while…

He didn’t upload what I wanted,

But left me with a smile.

He did as he’d normally done,

Cleaned and set things up right…

So now I’m safer with protection besides

And the cost was much less of a fright!

The Lord in His mercy sent someone along,

Of that I am entirely convinced…

If I had gone with my original plan,

The bank account would have winced!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHY ARE FASHION BLOGGERS SO YOUNG?

WHY ARE FASHION BLOGGERS SO YOUNG?

Young women it seems to me’

Blog fashion plentifully,

Is most fashion sold

Aimed not at the old,

What’s the answer to this mystery?

Older models fill the pages

Of magazines for wages…

Is it that the young

Find it more fun,

To model for their own ages?

Whatever, I’m glad they are there,

E’en though I don’t have their hair (!)…

New fashions may

Come my wife’s way,

Which shows her that I care!

–Jonathan Caswell

ON AGING

ON AGING

Gradually changing to be

From caregiver to “care-for-me”…

Independence fails

As the subject flails,

Struggling for quality.

Working in nursing homes

Keeps folks from being alone…

One has to harden

Then, not pardon

The frequent unending drone.

Folks who can still be kind

In the face of that sort of grind…

Have my vote

As folks with a Coat

Of Arms—of a gentle mind!”

In Rehab, I took time

To relate to those inclined…

Demential cases

Haven’t solid bases

But deep memory refined.

Will I end up like them,

Both Mom and Dad feared it back then…

Would have been kinder

For Dad without reminder

Of all he’d lost…and when.

So we’ll take it day-by-say,

In fact there’s no other way…

To not worry

Or to curry

Pity by obnoxious display!

–Jonathan Caswell

JUST A…little…JEALOUS!

JUST A…little…JEALOUS!

I’m mostly happy here,

Writing my poetry mere…

But sometimes fellas

I’m a little jealous

Ignored by those “out there.”

Not like I don’t have friends,

Nor gen’rally mercenary ends…

But comments were closed

When I disclosed:

Where were you when I’m on, my friends?

Go on and cut the rug,

You know I’m going to plug…

On  my way

As I do each day,

Content with an occasional shrug.

–Jonathan Caswell

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  Thank God for my faithful friends!  On this blog you receive their posts, my posts…and me…!

MY PASSING FRIEND

MY PASSING FRIEND

She’s the only one who remarked

About my freshly shorn hair…

The one who always stops

To smile when I’m there.

She is a good friend in passing

Nearly every night…

Never for harassing

But for spreading delight!

The ending of Sarah’s workday

Near the beginning of mine….

Coincides with a pleasant exchange

For one passing point of time.

–Jonathan Caswell