Heaven’s radio

When I was small, I wondered
How God could hear me pray,
For I had never seen him
Though I talked to him each day.

I knew he lived, I could not doubt
Because he blessed me so.
But how could my small voice be heard?
If only I could know!

And then I heard of radio;
How sounds from far and near
Come over miles and miles of space
To reach my listening ear.

Today my television set
Brings greater light to me
For now, not only do I hear,
But I can also see.

It makes me feel so close to God,
He hears my prayers I know
If I just keep myself tuned in
On Heaven’s radio.

Frances Bahl, Appleton

Just in time

My mother says it’s not too late
To wish on stars or learn to skate
To taste new creatures on my plate
To “brace” my teeth and make them straight
To finally hook my own live bait
To whine no more - appreciate!

She’s 92, I’m 68

Yvonne Cecchini, Hastings

Life

As life passes on
      And years go by -
We find ourselves wondering
      Why me - why?

Just yesterday we were teens,
      Today we’re just old.
Children grown and gone,
      Matured and bold.

But grandkids are here
      And soon great-grands, too.
Life’s meaning is returning
      And all I can say is yoo-hoo!!

Mrs. Fabiola Schmidt, Crystal