A muse … I have been thinking about my Grandfather this week. He is my Dad’s father. He barely spoke English often switching to Italian in the middle of a sentence. Always had pay close attention to his rapid Italian speech. He was born in 1902 in Calabria Italy and came to America through EllisContinue reading “Needles, thread and a deadly war.”
A tribute to my Uncle Joe Polentini. Rest in peace.
I have been thinking about my Father the last few days. I was thinking about him when I was growing up, throughout my life and remembering him at the end of his life. He was a character without-a-doubt, complete with a sassy sense of humor. He was born in Bridgeport CT, on February 26, 1929.Continue reading “I will remember, Dad, promise. “
There are times in life when healing happens somewhere within tears. Cry enough and you can find truth. Nothing like a good song and a box of Kleenex to find healing. Revelation 7:17 for the Lamb in the center of the throne will be their shepherd, and will guide them to springs of theContinue reading “Tears”
Fall has arrived in Wisconsin. Thank you God for the crisp air, the harvest and the rain that nourishes the earth you created. This has been a rich week, full of your grace in all parts of my life. Thank you for Jill, Father and the healing she brings into my life. Let your willContinue reading “Begining and the end”
This past spring we took a trip to Sedona Arizona as a family. As Josh, Diane and I looked over the mountains, it was like we could see for enternity. Out in the distance the Chapel on the Hill was snuggled in the moutain calling us to the cross. Today is 2 of 16. Continue reading “Hallelujah “
Let your light shine down on me is one of my favorite songs. As I am still listening for his direction I think of his light surrounding my every moment. 1 of 16.
A friend sent me this poem which spoke to my heart. Thank you Elaine Bloom. Your gift is finding the most healing words that shines brightness to help us find hope. The Oak Tree by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr. A mighty wind blew night and day. It stole the Oak Tree’s leaves away. ThenContinue reading “The Oak Tree”
making it impossible recall joy. It is hard to know which way to go. Is the past the present, how does he find the way to go. The memory is faded, not sure he wants to know, is it a place he should go? He wonders what was there or even if he cares toContinue reading “Which is the way to go?”
Father God, thank you for this day of Thanksgiving. We are grateful for the undying grace that you shine over our lives. Father thank you for the time we are about to share today with our family and friends. Diane and I behold the moments when our home is filled with those closest to usContinue reading “In Everything”