God Grant Me Patience

by Lucy M. Young

photo by Juliet Furst on Unsplash
God, grant me patience
Throughout the days and nights
Of waiting for my broken bone to heal.
Relieve the inner turmoil,
The frustration with the awkwardness
Of struggling with these infernal crutches.

God, grant me patience
With those around me who can't understand
Why I must rest so often.
Slow me down and keep me walking
When I want so much to run.

God grant me serenity, tranquility;
Relieve my feverish anxiety.
Speak quietly to me and calm my jangled nerves.
I know that I must crawl before I walk,
And walk before I run,
But oh, it is so difficult to wait;
So please, Lord, grant me patience yet awhile

This Lovely Day

by Lucy M. Young

photo by Behzad Azandaryan Malayeri on Unsplash
Dear Lord, I thank You for this lovely day -
The azure sky, the golden sun,
The cooling breeze.

Lord, help me make the most of every moment
Let no disturbing thoughts
Or angry words
Disturb the tranquil beauty of each passing hour.

Let me think only of today,
Not looking back nor yet ahead.
The past is gone,
The future, yet to be, held safely in Your hands.

So, with Your help,
I'll treasure every moment;
Then when I lay me down to rest this night,
I'll thank You once again in quiet prayer
For this most lovely day.

Why “woodsmoke and cardamom?”

I read that “scent memory” is one of the strongest senses we have – even considered the “5th sense.” (Google scent memory for an interesting read) According to my own experience, yeah! And the scents of woodsmoke and cardamom have been, for me, particularly evocative of feelings of peace, contentment, security, and so much of the joy of my childhood – the time in my life when I was a true child, though I have never really grown up.

We had a fireplace in the livingroom of my childhood home – the home and fireplace lovingly built by my dad. Besides the obvious benefit of heat, a wood fire provides the very loveliest of fragrances that invariably seep into cushions, curtains and clothing – bonus!!! Tell me you don’t know someone who has a wood-burning stove or fireplace; the scent of smoke they carry with them is, to me, an additional element of their ID, their personality, persona. And that’s a good thing, IMHO (which opinion is, of course, part of this page)

My maternal grandmother and grandfather had a woodstove in their kitchen, both for cooking and for heat. (They also had a smaller oil stove in the kitchen for cooking in the warmer seasons). One of my dearest memories is the way Grandma would hang my wet mittens on the doors of the warming oven on top of her woodstove.

Cardamom is the spice used in the Swedish Coffee Bread (pictured above) my mom made for us every year for Christmas breakfast. As I recall, she made it only at Christmastime, so it has always been referred to in my family as “Christmas Bread” (yes, I’ll post the recipe soon!) For many years, since Mama passed away, I have continued the tradition of baking Christmas Bread for family and friends, and Oh! how wonderful the house smells during the baking days! I can’t imagine Christmas without it.

It is my intention to share poems, thoughts and observations that I hope will conjure in you, my Readers, similar feelings and happy memories. Your comments are welcome!