Steep me in your love

Steep me in your love

Sweet Jesus

Hold me close today

Guide me, guard me

Calm me, Jesus

Help me want to stay

Safe beside you for this day

That is where I’ll be

Shedding fears and shedding tears

Jesus, comfort me

Let me put down charm and ploy

And my brilliance, too

Using others as my toy

Now, I give to you

Artifice just has to go

It’s causing me to lose

The one true daughter that you

Made

The one who hopes to choose

Honest and trust in you

Lord

With my soul laid bare

Steep me in your love,

Sweet Jesus

Guide me humbly there

I cared

A poem about St. Patrick

A poem about St. Patrick

Oh, Patrick was a privileged son

Of wealthy British gentry

His name alone could

Open doors

His mien could gain him entry

T’was thought him favored in his birth

And envied him by all

But God selected him for growth

Pride goeth before a fall,

At sweet 16

His castle crumbled

His bubble burst and he

Was kidnapped, shamed, defiled,

And sold across the sea

In slavery he became a

Man

And learned to use his shame

To help his fellow men to God

To faith and peace and hope

In Him

Not relying on wealth and family name

In freedom he sought

Poverty to fill his soul with

Gold

And found his call in

Doing good to love the heathen

Soul.

He spent his life for 30 years

Blessing God’s Emerald Isle

Becoming one with the Christ

He found in the face

Of the Irish Child.

His greatness came in being

Small and poor and meek and mild

The snakes he foiled were

Greed and sin and hate for

Fellow men

Oh, Patrick change our hearts

This day

To seek for golden faith

To open hearts and minds

With love

Till peace can reign again

3 17 05

Be still and know that I am God

Be still and know that I am God

Be still and know that

I am God

Just follow where my feet

Have trod

My son alone doth show the

Way

For you to walk throughout

This day

In sweet surrender you

Must lay

Your burdens down

To rest in me

I am your sole and only

Source

Of comfort, strength and

Yes, of loss

Admit defeat and victory

Find

I’m here to heal your battered mind

A plan for you

I have you see

Ignore the madding crowds

Vain jeers

To hear my whisper in your

Ears

You’re mine, my child

I gave to you-your

Daughter is my daughter too.

I’ll love her, soothe her

Give her care

I’ll even comb her tangled

Hair

She is a special child

Of God

So she can tred where I

Have trod

And you can rest your

Weary soul

Just rest in me

I’ve made you whole

No matter what the others

Say

I’ll sooth your heart

In my own way

Be still and know that

I am God

Be still and know that  I

Am God 

9-21-05

Loving with Godlike Impartiality

Loving with Godlike Impartiality

Jesus my lover, please let me

Love all- Let me close out distractions

Respond to your call

See you in the beggar, the least

And the small

Oh, open my heart

Put a freeze on my fear

Let me find only you in those I meet here

Engage eye and mind

So I choose to be kind

Finding Christ ever present

In those whom the world’s left behind

Oh Jesus, my lover, please

Let me love all.

Relax in His arms

Release your inner pressure

He relieves you pain

Holding on to Him is bliss

Letting go of pain

Opening up to His sweet kiss

Resistance is in vain

Gratitude prevails

When one can finally see

Naught depends on me

Letting go is fun

Patience is its own reward

No more sweat and strain

Lesson learned – give praise

3-31-05

Prayer 2 1 05

2-1-05 Prayer

 Good night, my own dearest Lord.  Thank you especially for 12 step friends and the affirmation of your love through them.  Thank you for the memory of some of my abandonments as by ______and ________ when _______ was a baby.  Thank you for being there for me and for showing me how to cherish young Kack as a wife and mother and the child of your heart.  Thank you for _______ call and for mutual affirmation and never turning.  Thank you for the sunshine and for ______friend…..

Prayer 1 31 05

 Prayer

Goodnight, Precious Lord.  Thank you for peace and contentment in facing and completing the long-dreaded offer in compromise.  Thank you for letting me appreciate the goodness in the day and the people around me.  Thank you for warmth and health and acceptance and enjoyment of my singleness.  Thank you for the 12 steps.  Amen and alleluia.

Prayer 1 30 05

Prayer

Good night, precious Lord.  Thank you for peace of mind, self care, and a willing spirit.  Thank you, especially for prayer and poetry, for feeling cherished by you and hopeful.  Thank you for a good, orderly direction, good health and frost and ________ good health as well as detoxing ______ for me and for my lovely and warm home. Oh yes, and for _______ and the twins healthy progress.  Amen

1-30-05

It is Alright to Feel Helpless

It is Alright to Feel Helpless

Not helpless- but not clear thinking

Lord is where I am right now

But that can draw me closer to you

You’ll show me where and how

To use my senses and my

Thoughts- there’s will I’m told

In this

And I shall turn them over

And receive your touch with bliss

No action need I take in haste

Nor push and strain and moan

Confusion can a blessing be

True wisdom can’t be hone

I think it’s grace that flows with ease

When acceptance comes to dwell

This fretful heart -its struggles

Cease

And courage makes it swell

Oh wisdom come and fill my

Heart

And wipe away my sin

Let all my being shun control

That peace may come and

Dwell therein

2-17-04

Dear Kack

October 21, 2017

Dear Kack,

I have completed entering all the items I typed from your first journal.  I have highlighted in red all of the bits I found in margins or in parenthesis.  Occasionally, I will also suggest an edit in red.  I don't want my stamp on your poetry so I leave all as close to original as possible.  

I have to create titles for the post and each header in each post.  I don't highlight them in red.  Some of them were your titles but mostly I make them up so feel free to change any title.  All you need to do is type your change into the comments section of each poem or just call me.

If you want a poem, letter, or prayer removed just let me know and I can delete them.  

It continues to be an honor to type your work for you.  I have been deeply touched by many of your poems and prayers.  Thank you for taking the time to write them down. 

I believe this blog will make it easier for you to share your poems. Just tell someone the blog title is kacknugent.blogspot.com.  I also made some cards for you to hand out.  If you run out just ask for more. This is not a hardship.  I created a page and saved it on my computer.  All I need to do is locate it, print it, and cut the cards with my paper cutter.  

I have put a search gadget near the top of the page to make it quick to find a poem by title.  I also did a little test and found that it will also locate by word.  I got a very long list of poems as a response when I typed the word "love" into the search box. This search gadget doesn't seem to be visible on mobile phones, but it is easily found while viewing this blog on my computer.

November 7, 2017

I recently modified a random post generator into a random poem generator.  It too only shows up on computers.  Click on one of the titles in the list and it will generate another list of five poems.

November 10, 2017

To post a comment, you must type the comment in the box and then click on publish.

November 13, 2017

A couple of days ago, I added the butterfly animation.  It was free animation I found on the Internet.  This morning I added a few more poems from the third journal.  I am looking forward to your comments showing up so that I might tweak your poetry to suit you.

January, 14, 2018

I added a few more posts this morning.  I can see that you haven't added any comments yet.   I've nearly completed your third journal and I have completed all of the loose papers I've found.

Lots of love, Carmen

January 18, 2018

I edited the header of your blog, adding the word prayers.  The header has limited space so every time I add something, something has to go.  Please use the comment section to help edit your poetry if you want it edited.  

Four Days After 9/11

Four Days After 9/11

My heart is heavy but not dead weight.  It really helps me to pray for the perpetrators of this atrocity (not just the victims), their families and the country.  I welcome the sunshine and the new day and am grateful for my prayerful Mom and Dad.  I feel so blessed by God and empowered to be me.  Lord, help me to detach from the character defects of those closest to me.  Thank you for the gift of Rachel and Brian’s baby now with you and with his grandparents and all the saints.  Help him to comfort some of the most hurting alienated from you.  Thank you.

Sept. 13, 01

Letter to Mom about 9 11

9/12/01

Hi Mom,

It’s the morning after perhaps the greatest single even tragedy and loss of life in the history of our country.  The U.S. was literally attacked by terrorists at the core of our society and I’m feeling that it’s an indictment of who we have become.  The Pentagon and the World Trade Center – Maybe the heart of our military and economic ego. I feel some shame along with the sadness Mom, I have grieved what I saw in Mary and Richard when you were dying and there appears to me a sameness.  The reaction to the ungrieved  losses is disbelief, suspicion and vengeance.  At the heart of the fear.  I believe that turning to God is the answer and that pulling together to grieve losses as a nation is so important.  Please ask God to pour down graces to turn our hearts from bitterness to love.  I will pray that we can release a flood of compassion, tenderness, helpfulness and hope to engulf and burn away the bitterness, hatred, voyeurism and despair.  All things work to the good for those who love the Lord.  May it be so and may I see and do what I can do to bring this about.  Mom, I love you and revel in God’s saving grace and holy love.

A Man of Stature

A man of stature

A man of stature

In more ways than one

Faithful to his calling

Till his life’s work is done

Love beholds thee and is glad

I think not of the loss we feel

When He is called afield

But of the chance that opens up

For both of us to yield

Unto God’s will

And thus to grow

Each to become

More who we are

And thus you’ll see

The God in me

And I will see in you

The shepherd and the poet

For he’s there within our view

The fertile soil we fielded here

Is richer now than when

He first began to till the seeds

To plant the trees

To till the earth on bended knees

And harvest crops

As people’s needs

Became their source of growth

And so he grew apace with us

And left when he was called

We grieved before

And grieve again

What we perceived as loss

But all is gain

And all is good

When called by God

To personhood

By God who’s surely boss 

And all are wiser this

Time around – for we have found

A way to bless with him

This field we’ve tilled

And bless each new surprise

With open hands

And grateful hearts

We’ll bless the tears

The liquid prayer that flows from wiser eyes

Happy 68th Birthday Bill

Happy 68^th Birthday, Bill

Oh Billy was a playful boy

An ever active child

I remember how he loved to climb

Explore and test

And push himself

And sometimes just “run wild”

But I recall he’d also take

Himself up in a tree

To sit and watch the world around

While he could simply be.

He loved the cow, the birds, the squirrels

He loved his dog named “Spike”

His curiosity knew no bounds

Though he was just a “tyke”

He’d take things apart

To see how they worked

And he loved to spin tales

Just one of his quirks

He loved to play ball

Take hikes, be outside

He excelled at most games

With a grin a mile wide

He milked our cow, Bossy,

And sold fresh lemonade

To the neighbors and workmen

T’was the sweet drink our mom made

I have happy memories

Of my childhood with Bill

We’ve spent years apart

But my heart’s with him still

For the things that we

Shared

In our formative years

Are the substance of life

That brought laughter and tears

And they formed

the compassion and acceptance

we first knew

it’s a bonding I cherish

it’s a love that is true.

I can count on my brother

And pray for him daily

I’ll call on his birthday

Just to hear his voice gaily

3-2-01

Bits and Pieces of Poems

Bits and Pieces of Poems

He came down that we may have love.

My Lord is a lamp unto my feet and light

Unto my path.

I am convinced

Nothing can separate us

From the love of God

That is in Christ Jesus

Rockamy Soul in The Bosom of Abraham

Tenderly touch all my tendrils of love

Keep me from harm

As life forces the seeds and the bulbs

Of my innermost groers to bud

Let me water when needed

With your floods of compassion

Let me feed on that wisdom held grain

Let me rest in the arms of your justice

While your nurture doth was away pain

I have begun to give… Do thou begin to receive

Measure heaped up and flowing over

Falling on the floor

open wide your spirit to receive

His graces more and more

When we seek with spoon or cup

Tis not enough to fill us up

Open wide the gates He sayeth

He begins to give to pay us

His blessings to a hundredfold

Just as He foretold of old

Mary, with the laughing soul

Makes her dreams come true

Tends her needs and cares for others

While she’s loyal through and through

She takes a chance, (then takes another) or (two or three)

When she starts her life each day

She prays for courage when she falters

And love and trust to light the way

A helping hand she often gives

Grateful heart beats deep within

Encouragement and true compassion

To help the lost begin again.

Mary’s love of life’s infectious

Those who know her catch it, too (she loves are surely blest)

I’m so proud to be her mother

With Matt and Hannah, I’m loved best.

  

He begins a never ending

Flood of graces

While we’re tending

All the seeds that He has sown

And the crops that He has grown

In us in our hearts and spirit

So when He calls

His voice we hear it

I am knocking at your door

With all your sick and oceans more

Open your eyes behold the store

Open your selves that I may pour

All the fruits that you have tended

Into hearts which we have mended

Healing with our daily balm

Sustained when you have given alms

Of time and treasures, talent too

When I have called and beckoned you,

Freely I give – freely receive

All because- you have believed

Here’s my treasure rich and rare

Distribute it with loving care

To suit up and show up

And answer His call

If the 2.B. doesn’t signal

I won’t run with the ball.