Category Archives: Poetry

Mountain breezes sough,

Rio Grande flows.

Autumn night is full of grace.

D. Elaine Wood-Lane

10/22/17

When my eyelids fall so heavy

And my thoughts are all of You,

I know I’ll soon be sleeping

until the morning’s dew.

The moonlight falls so quietly

upon my windowpane

and the stars begin to twinkle

as the angels say Your name.

I try so hard to stay awake

So I can really pray,

but You calm my restless spirit so

I have no words to say.

Just know that I do love You

and pray within my dreams,

that I’ll see You in the morning

when the morning dewdrops gleam.

D. Elaine Wood-Lane

4/27/99

Ok, I haven’t literally physically moved anyway. Only my blog has moved. My new blog address is:

https://sunshinerose.org

All of my previous posts found here on Pocket Full of Sun have been moved to Sunshine Rose and all of my new posts will be found there too.  Why, you may ask, have I moved?  Because I wanted to have more flexibility in creating my own style of blog, my own blog name, and, well, because I think it’s good to shake the dust off of things periodically, don’t you?  

I hope you’ll join me over on the new page! 

Peace and love,

Elaine

Today, on my way to work, I stopped by a 7-11 store that I go to fairly frequently. On the cashier’s counter, were several hand made pins. The clerk then told me that there is a homeless man who comes in often. She said they give him free coffee and in return, he gives them pins and other jewelry that he makes from found objects.  The clerk gave this one to me.  Good being done in this old world. Good being done!  

Go and be blessed today!

Fairy dust and starlight,
Excite a little girl’s heart,
She’s sure there is magic,
In the sparkle of the stars.

She was only five
and had a rough life,
now in a new home,
she prayed for less strife.

Her foster parents spoke of Jesus
and going to Sunday School,
they gave her a new dress,
with sparkles, lace and tulle.

There were sparkles in her eyes,
but they slid down her face.
seems mean little girls,
didn’t know about grace.

The pretty lady noticed,
and took her in her arms,
“Honey, you look beautiful
with your sparkles and your charm.

The other little girls are jealous,
But they don’t mean you harm.
You just keep on sparkling,
Jesus made you so.

You have fairy dust and starlight,
to share with us,
and remind us of His love.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
10/24/16

Little squirrel, little squirrel,
please go away,
you can come back,
some other day!

We’re all out of corn,
bird seed and suet,
but if you’ll please leave,
I promise to get right to it.

You standing at the window,
tapping on the glass,
chattering angrily at me,
will not speed me up,
just wait and you’ll see!

You’re very cute
with your black button eyes,
and your chubby little cheeks,
but those will do nothing,
except gather flies.

So, go away, go away!
Why won’t you leave?
I’ve never met
such an ornery old thing!

Ok, I’ll go buy you
all kinds of seed,
if you’ll just hush up
and listen,
and then leave me be!

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/27/17

Playing cards or dominos,
as we do every week,
he slipped back into French,
then could barely speak.

His brain had grown too tired,
and his body soon it followed.

I know he is old and frail
and today he cannot think,
but it’s a hurtful thing to see,
and even harder to swallow.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/27/17

In every skein of yarn I see
and feel an opportunity for creation,
beauty, joy, comfort, and love.

For every skein of yarn is still
open to all possibilities of
what it may become in my simple,
worn out hands.

In every person I meet,
I see an opportunity for shared meaning,
creation, beauty, joy, comfort,
and love.

For every person I meet is still
a stranger and open to all possibilities of
what our relationship may become in both our
simple, worn out hands.

I always pray, with my worn out hands outstretched,
that I will see the Light in others,
and that they may see the Light in me.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/25/17