J.M.J.

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Hello, my Friend!  Hello today!

I hope you are in a good way!

No matter rain, sleet, snow, or shine,

I always hope your day is fine!

St. Patrick taught us all so well,

And Bible teachin’ he would tell.

He told us of Adam and Eve,

And all he’d say, we would believe.

He never tried to hurt a one…

He fought our darkness and he won

So many souls who’d see the Light…

Dawn breakin’ through the long dark night.

                                               

He also told of Noah’s ark,

And how Noah’s our Patriarch!

He told us of King David, too,

   

Who was the grand shepherd boy who

Would be the one through whom would come,

God’s only Son, Who would come from

Heaven above to save us all,

No matter whether tall or small…

The King of Kings…Jesus, our King…

The One for Whom the angels sing!

Our Jesus’ words, St. Pat did tell…

He knew of this so very well.

We all knew God did send him here,

To Ireland our grand home so dear!

One of the lessons St. Pat taught,

Was all about just when we ought

To do something or maybe not…

To help us when we’re in a spot

When it’s not clear just what to do…

For anyone…for me…or you.

He told us there’s a time that’s good,

For things to happen when they should…

A time when wisdom speaks to say,

To tell the order for the day…

When things should grow…and when they don’t…

When harvest comes, and when it won’t…

   

   

   

When it’s time to laugh, or to cry…

When not to question…not ask why…

When we should ponder…when to dance…

When to know…or just take a chance…

When to be quiet…when to talk…

When to run, or when just to walk…

Sometimes all things will be at peace,

When angry differences will cease.

   

St. Pat, of wisdom, spoke so much…

How Grace allows God’s lovin’ Touch

To keep right order in our land…

That Grace-filled order from God’s Hand.  

St. Pat has prayed that our heart’s search,

Would lead us to be in God’s Church…

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To be His children, one and all,

No matter whether tall or small!

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I think I know all these things well,

And that is what I want to tell!

What St. Pat taught…it stays with me…

Oh, yes, it does…with me, Finney!

When sunrise comes…I am awake!

When hungries come…eat apple bake!

   

When sleep-ies come, I go to bed.

When thirst-ies come, I drink instead…

Don’t need to think…cool water’s grand…

The best to drink in all the land!

But not the kind that washes sand…

From the blue sea down by the strand…

But fresh rain water’s what I mean.

For fresh rain water, I’m so keen!

   

But back to timin’…when is good….

When to do things…just when you should…

Like sittin’ when your legs are tired,

And follow through when you’re inspired…

And standin’ when you need to be

Upright to work or just to see…

When time requires us to run,

We do so till our work is done!

And when it’s time durin’ the day,

To play…well, we sure play and play!!!

Now let’s talk of mornin’ glories,

And that’s just one of my stories!

When mornin’ comes, her bloom’s so wide…

By nighttime seems she wants to hide!

   

These shamrocks love the mornin’ light,

Then they look like they pray at night!

   

A rose will bud and bloom in sun,

And then, not long, its life is done.

   

I heard the geese fly just this day…

But flying just the other way,

Then they did when it was the Fall,

Then South, but now North for them all!

Sometimes we’re cold…need to get warm…

Or to stay dry when there’s a storm…

Then other times we get so hot…

We try to find a swimmin’ spot!

Sometimes an eagle’s perched up high,

And other times, eagle will fly!

   

Sometimes we can just be outside,

And sometimes we just need to hide!

Sometimes we can walk nice and free…

But then there’s times to find a tree

To keep us safe, with door of red…

Safe from danger …that’s what I said!

The risin’ sun will blaze at dawn…

Then light comes and blaze has withdrawn.

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There is a time for everything…

For quiet nights and birds that sing…

   

For stars to shine and sun to rise

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For birds to fly high in the skies!

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For days of calm, and winds to blow,

      

For grand blue skies and a rainbow…

   

For washin’ up and bein’ dry,

Instead of flyin’ in the sky!

   

For trees to grow and leaves to fall,

   

For time to rest and to play ball!

   

Now one thing that I just must say,

Is to admit that Christmas Day,

         

and everything of Christmastime,

with every bell and every chime,

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I love so much it’s hard for me,

to put away things Christmas-y.

   

   

There is a time for Christmas fun,

I know there’s time it should be done.

 I try to put most things away,

For fun for the next Christmas Day,

‘Tis hard for me, though…me, Finney,

To just take down my Christmas tree!   

There are some things, though, ALWAYS right,

That make a day have Divine bright…

Just bein’ thankful for each day…

Bein’ thoughtful in any way…

Workin’ so hard  and playin’ fair…

Enjoyin’ “music” in the air!

Let those you love know it is so.

Don’t miss a chance to let them know!

I, Finney, do want to tell you,

I am so grateful for you, too!

I am so glad we talked today!

God bless you is what I do say!

Note from Nannie!

“There is an appointed time for everything,

And a time for every affair under the heavens.

A time to be born, and a time to die;

A time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.

A time to kill, and a time to heal.

A time to tear down, and a time to build.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn, and a time to dance.

A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;

A time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.

A time to seek, and a time to lose;

A time to keep, and a time to cast away.

A time to rend, and a time to sew;

A time to be silent, and a time to speak.

A time to love, and a time to hate;

A time of war, and a time of peace.

                             -Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

* courtesy of a young artist!

**Fr. Bede Shipps, O.P. and Finney

*** courtesy of Stevie M.L.A. Towne

****Image Credit  ESA/Hubble and NASA                                                                                       Acknowledgement:  Judy Schmidt