He Creates


Calgary July sunset

Fireworks in the sky He does create.

More magnificent than any man can make.

Hear His voice murmur above the cloud

A crack, a boom it becomes so loud.

Crawling up from a crack, risks all to save

his buddy and friend from the grave.

The little beauty shines, tenacious now

You can only marvel and wonder how

Man can make but he can’t create, the little flower

Or ants that crawl around hour after hour.

Lessons in the morning, I watch them every day.

Time is wasted.  Watch the rays

The morning sun, complex and take

Floats with one single cell you cannot make

Answers come in the shape of the cloud, the ant that works,

The miniscule flower, the sounds of nature often lurks

Within the shadows of an ugly concrete walk

So loud and clear He does talk.

Goes unseen and do not to kneel

The absolute proof that He is real.

But you are you and I am me

Exactly the way He intended it be.

Calgary July sunset #2

The Garden

In the spring I see articles and pictures extolling the virtues of growing your own gardens and living the simple life.  There are even some who feel it should be incorporated and made mandatory.  So I wrote this very simple poem.  It’s the differences that should be celebrated and seen.

A rose in the water

The Garden

I like to plant a garden to sit and watch it grow.

The miracle, the satisfaction, everyone should know.

I like to plant a garden and wish that you did too.

But that is me and you are you.

I see that you do not slightly care

I try to tell you – its fun let’s all share.

I get frustrated and sometimes even mad.

Inside the ache and feel it’s just too sad.

I see you are busy making the tools,

The tools I use in my garden. I am a fool.

Who will make them for me?

If we all have a garden.  Now I see.

Another writes the book I want to read.

As I watch my tiny little seeds.

Another sews the clothes I wear

Another does not slightly care.

I see the light and I can see.

You are you and I am me.

Stop the fighting. Stop the blame.

Not seeing the light is such a shame.

Believe in Forever


It is not those who die who suffer – but those left behind to grieve.  Believe.

Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38  When 20 beautiful children
stormed through Heaven’s gate.

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
They could hardly believe all the beauty that was there.

They were filled with such joy; they didn’t know what to say.
They remembered nothing of what had happened, earlier that day.

“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“This is heaven” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s

When what to their wondering eyes did appear,  But Jesus, their Savior, and
the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

And in that moment was joy, that only Heaven can bring Those children all
flew into the arms of their King.
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, One small girl turned and
looked at Jesus’ face.

And as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to
her, “I’ll take care of Mom and Dad.”

Then He looked down on Earth, at the world far below He saw all of the hurt,
the sorrow, and woe.

Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and
presence re-enter this land!

May this country be delivered from the hands of fools “I’m taking back my
nation. I’m taking back my schools! ”

Then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“Come now my children let me show you around. ”

Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,

“In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”

December 19th – in my memory forever

With George - Pregnant with Paul

To Family – friends and relatives alike:

To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone who doesn’t have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one second:
Ask a person who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one.  Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend or family member:



Leaves and grass wilt and dry
The tired month slips slowly by.
Watch and see, wonder why.
Hot, torrid breezes in the sky.

Move slowly, or not at all.

Welcome the changes that will be.
With joyful thoughts
As now the sun we see
Is much too strong, and endless.
Forever tired, forever sit
Because the energy is not
With as seen fit.
The enjoyable times are filtered.
Can I wait so long to see
Between the pain.
Wait and anticipate
vigor back down the lane.
Crisp, clear of fill
With sunny days
And lovely nights will
Return with vengeance
Or so I see.

Sunset in Leduc

Elements – Earth

Barley in a Field


A time to live, a time to die.

Wheat blowing in the sunshine.

First empty soil, then a sprout.

Wheat growing, swaying in the wind.

To nourish at the peak.

The purpose.

To wilt – to die.  Once again empty soil.

To start the cycle another time.

Unchanged since the beginning.

A time to live.  A time to die.

… by Mary M. Forbes

Elements – Wind



The breeze does blow,

The air is sweet, clears the mind.

The day is beautiful.  Not still or smothered.

Watch in awe as the wind builds,

rotating to fury.

Mesmerized by the sight.

Stop and stare.  Fury all around.

Smashing houses like a swirling twig.

Ignore the danger.

Watch the supremacy.

We are only pawns.  We can’t

Deny or change God and nature.

…by Mary M. Forbes

Elements – Water

Tree's twisted roots


Twisted roots exposed

As the water creeps away. 

Beauty in destruction

If we stop to see.

Power all around

Nature does display.

Will change our course

And show us all.

Our insignificant attempts

When supremacy of the water

Is sometimes displayed.

Question why, try to change

It really matters naught.

It will be as it will be. 

…by Mary M. Forbes