Sunday, January 26, 2020

The Red Heifer

The following poem was inspired
by a message given by Joel Chernoff
at Beth Israel Worship Center,
Northern New Jersey, in 2002...

The Red Heifer


Numbers, Chapter 19 

One isolated evil
One momentary
blast of terrorism
in the land of Israel
…a solitary explosion
into the life of a child
I'll call that child Sarah

Sarah, about six
is of an Orthodox family
(likely a devout family)
I can't say if shrapnel
tore into her tender flesh
don't know if it killed her parents
or blew their home to smithereens
Can't say if a suicide bomber
pulled the pin on a bus
or in the marketplace
I do know Sarah was terrorized
traumatized, hospitalized
and could not keep
from soiling her bedclothes

It happened over
and over and over
night after night
her childhood
from inside out

Kindhearted people
seeking to console
terrorism's youngest victims
sent toys to the hospital…
baby dolls, trucks
all kinds of plush animals
Sarah's nurse invited her
to select a toy for her very own
Reluctantly, Sarah reached
into the big cardboard box
and pulled out a bright red bull

Sarah hugged the red bull
nestled her nose, playfully
into its velvety softness
clutched it close to her chest
kept it right beside her

Sarah talked to her little bull
told it whispery secrets
She loved her bull
and took it to bed

In the morning
Sarah's crisp white sheets
were clean and dry
and the next morning
the sheets were clean and dry
and the next
and the next
and next

so the nurse asked Sarah
what made her stop
soiling the bedclothes

Sarah looked up sweetly
with big dark eyes
and simply told Nurse
of course, she could not dirty
her bed any longer…
the Red Heifer
was with her

Sarah certainly was too young
to comprehend the ordinance
the Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron
of the Rite of the Red Heifer
too young to understand
about its ashes
in the "water of cleansing"
that washed away defilement
too young to recognize the Red Heifer
as a foreshadow of Messiah

Neither can I explain
what occurred or how
but I do know
Sarah took her little red bull to bed
and doesn't soil her bedclothes
any longer

Maude Carolan

Sunday, January 19, 2020

A Spiritual Retreat...

Have you ever been
on a spiritual retreat?

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The following poem was written following a retreat
experience, at Tamiment in the Pocono Mountains,
several years ago.

A special bond develops
when women pray for one another...

Three women
meet at a lodge
in the Pocono Mountains
They are strangers—
but that soon changes

One, freshly wounded
two, a decade older
had been healed
years before
of the same sorrow

The two
instinctively soothe
the younger sister
with the balm
of compassion
speak soft words
of experience

At apricot sunset
they walk a wooded path
along the edge
of Tamiment Lake
Coming upon
a crude table
and benches
they stop, sit
join hands
and beseech God
as a million tree frogs
chirp crickety crescendos
from shadows
of tall leafy boughs
and deer graze
in their midst

As twilight wanes
they arise to go
then keep
one another
from stumbling
along the rocky path

Maude Carolan

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Sunday, January 12, 2020

Holy Land Pilgrimage--2006

The Marketplace, Jerusalem...

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Israel Pilgrimage—2006

Crowds, shouts, squabbles
push, shove
Exotic fragrances
of cinnamon, cumin and coriander
waft in the air
Fringed cashmere shawls
in fuchsia, turquoise and black
hang from posts
and rustle in the breeze
Beads, silver Stars of David
olivewood carvings
Here and there
hawking and the banter
of bargaining
Here and there a sign
to mark a holy place

One vendor
catches my glance
smiles and teases:

I don’t care—
Even if you don’t buy
I still love you

A young man
picks the pocket
of an old man
in our group
Others subdue him
pin him to a wall—
get the wallet back
The fellow runs off
and we continue
on our way

Some of us
would like to stop
to browse and bargain
and shop awhile, but
we have a schedule to keep
and it’s getting late

Maude Carolan Pych

Sunday, January 5, 2020

The Best News Ever!

I have something to share with you
from the heart of my heart...


I have to share the most wonderful news with those I love most in this world.
The news I have is more precious, by far, than diamonds or rubies or gold.

There was an enormous void in my life. “Is this all there is?” I would ask.
I searched far to find some meaning in life. It seemed an unknowable task.

One day someone shared the Gospel with me, and I learned that Jesus is real.
I prayed to invite Him into my heart and was filled with astonishing zeal!

The day that He gave His life on the Cross, to save all mankind from our sin,
He opened to us salvation by grace; life eternal, the prize that we win.

You know that I share the best that I have with my cherished family and friends,
so listen, dear one, to this wonderful news upon which ever-after depends.

Just open your Bible to the Gospel of John, third chapter, verse number three,
then read of God’s love in the sixteenth verse to learn what has happened to me.

Some people grow up with Bible in hand, without Jesus burning in heart,
some haven’t explored the true meaning of life, some wouldn’t know where to start.

Whether you’re Protestant, Jewish, my friend, Catholic, Muslim, atheist,
my news is for you and all who will hear, who long to receive of God’s best.

You needn’t become a fanatic or prude, I’ve no list of do nots and dos.
God’s Spirit will teach you all you need know. The offer’s too good to refuse.

Although tribulation may take you by storm and trials may bring a hard test,
God’s greater, He’s faithful, He’ll bring you through to victory. You’ll shine in His rest.

This can be the greatest day of your life, the day you receive the New Birth.
This can be the day you begin to know why we’re the happiest people on earth.

Like me, you will yearn to share the Good News with all of the people you love.
Like me, you will want all those you meet to be touched by our Great God above.

Maude Carolan Pych

Sunday, December 29, 2019

It's Resolution Time...

Are You Ready
To Make a New Year's Resolution?

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     Among my most meaningful things to do
     while reading the Holy Scriptures through
     is write Messiah's name in the margin
     of the Old Testament, where'er I find Him.
     Of course, I do not find Jesus' name,
     but I certainly find Him, just the same.

     I find Him in the Lamb and the Lion,
     foreshadows of the Temple in Zion,
     find Him in Joshua, David, Passover,
     in the Song, the whale, cover to cover.
     I've thumbed through pages and jotted a few
     Messianic treasures to share with you:

     Messiah's birth’s foretold in Micah, five;
     seven centuries later, Jesus arrived;
     virgin birth proclaimed, Isaiah seven,
     a Son to be fathered by God in Heaven.
     Kings will bow down to Him and nations serve,
     Solomon's Psalm Seventy-two observes.

     He'll be pierced and mourned, says Zechariah;
     Our Redeemer, fifty-three, Isaiah,
     which foretells of resurrection glory!
     Genesis to Revelation, God's true story!
     The Word reveals a magnificent plan
     in this tome of Our Savior, God and Man.

         Well, now that Twenty Twenty is here
         I’ll suggest a resolution without peer:
         Resolve to read before this year’s over,
         the Holy Bible, cover to cover.
         It contains everything we need to know
         about God’s love and grace and how to grow.
        Let’s read the story beginning to end
        of our Sovereign Savior and closest Friend!

     Maude Carolan Pych

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

"Simeon & Anna"

Christmas Day--2019

A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas


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Simeon wondered
if he were seeing things
He rubbed his tired old eyes
squinted and peered again
at the little family
that came through the Temple doors

The Sanctuary
was shadowy and dim
Flames from the oil lamps
were flickering—
Were his eyes playing tricks?

Wasn’t this an ordinary family?
…a couple like any
ordinary Jewish couple
here to present their firstborn son
holy to the Lord?

Nothing special about them
Just poor folk
with two lowly turtledoves
for the sacrifice…yet?

Perhaps this was wishful thinking
Perhaps, his imagination
He needed to be sure
Simeon moved a bit closer

Oh, he’d been waiting so patiently
for the fulfillment of the promise
of the Lord to comfort Israel

He knew He would—
for the Holy Spirit
assured him
he absolutely would not die
until he beheld the Messiah
…but that was long ago

Suddenly an unmistakable quickening
began rising up in his spirit…Yes!
…O Glory! Glory!

He bounded
toward Mary and Joseph
with arms outstretched
and swooped up
their swaddled infant son
uttering prophetic proclamations
jubilant and terrifying

I behold God’s salvation!

A light to the Gentiles

The glory of God’s people Israel

and directly to Mary, he prophesied:

…a sword will pierce your soul

She shuddered…
for she knew God had a plan, but…
What could this mean?

Then the widow Anna approached
Bent and grey and pious
she was a prophetess
who dwelled in the Temple
most of her life, praying
fasting and serving the Lord
with a joyful heart

Spontaneous praise
sprang from her lips
as she beheld the babe
Then Anna proclaimed
to all who would listen:

Come and see…
This is our newborn redeemer!

…from that day forward
Jesus grew
in wisdom and grace

the Cross before Him…

…and a sword did pierce
Mary’s soul

Maude Carolan Pych

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

"'Twas the Night of All Nights!"

Day #24

A-Poem-a-Day Until Christmas

It's Christmas Eve,
and today I have a very special
rhyming poem to read to your children...


Children gather round. It’s time for a story,
one that’s filled with hallelujahs and glory.

It’s about the glorious night of all nights,
angels and magi and sight of all sights!

About God, a virgin, the birth of a king,
wooly sheep, poor shepherds, and gift giving!

My story takes place long ago, far away
and starts with a Babe in a crib full of hay;

His mother’s a virgin, His father is God,
the birth, a miraculous Heavenly nod.

The Baby is born in a Bethlehem barn
near a few smelly animals, like on a farm.

Poor shepherds in a field shudder with fright
when suddenly the dark sky fills up with light

as beautiful angels, bright splendors winging
tell of the birth with hallelujahs and singing!

So, the shepherds and sheep the very next morn
set off to visit this special Newborn.

Rich wisemen follow a bright beaming star
to the Bethlehem barn; the journey is far.

They ride astride camels, carrying treasures
to give to the One they’ll worship forever.

Why in the world would they do such strange things?
Why travel so far? Why great treasures bring?

The reason is simple, the Babe in the hay
becomes the world’s Savior, Who takes sin away.

His name is Jesus and He loves you and me
and wants us to love Him for eternity.

That was the night of all nights here on Earth…
the wonderful story of Jesus’ birth!

Maude Carolan Pych