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Blessed Peace By Joseph Lingerfelt

Through the mist of vision

We see our foggy dreams

Our days and nights play out

Like a movie’s main scheme

The love that is lost

Like the shadows of time

All of our sorrows

We try to leave behind

Pains of past and present

Clouding our weary mind

Stress the thoughts of tomorrow

No blessings that may be kind

Deep down inside us

The soul holds tight

Yet never losing touch

With promise so bright

From day to day

And time to time

Our heart always loves

Even with the loss of mind

And at the end

When our body is at rest

May our Lords’ kind Love

Make our weary souls, blessed!

That’s Peace


The Night Sky By Joseph Lingerfelt

Never ending blackness

The darkened night sky

Lit up by the moonlight

And the stars shinning so bright

It’s well past midnight

What a glimmering light

Showing off the constellations

In the universe tonight

Following the path of the comet

A bright streaking light

Reflecting off the darkness

It’s radiant and so bright

Moving round each world we know

Showing strength and might

Slowly round the earth it moves

Always a peaceful sight

Fading at the crack of dawn

With the suns wakeful light


SHE WAITS By Gloria Nelson

SHE WAITS, SHE LOOKS, SHE SPINS HER HEAD

SHE WAITS, SHE LOOKS, SHE SPINS HER HEAD

SHE WAITS, SHE LOOKS, SHE SPINS HER HEAD

THEN INTO THE NEST WITH A BUG IN HER BEAK

THERE’S HUNGRY BABES TO FEED


Beginnings by Kenneth Hughes

And the world became their playground.

Through the morning mist they’d run,

Dancing barefoot, like the diamonds in the dew.

Through the meadows of their hearts they roamed

Like angels of the dawn,

Each reflecting beams of light they never knew.

They were spirits of the evening.

Like two wisps of fog they joined

And became a blanket, silencing the land,

Bringing peace and tranquil quietude,

Their love the only sound

As the moonlight kissed them lying on the sand.


Curling up with a Good Book by Kenneth Hughes

The windows opened, gentle airs

Passed through her room atop the stairs,

The sanctuary from her cares,

For comfort she would lean.

She sat up in her room alone.

For quiet she unplugged the phone.

The moon outside her window shone

So peaceful and serene.

Escape from all reality,

Enchanting private fantasy,

Her palace, the totality

Of her seclusive scene


The Nature of Peace by Julia Egan

An unseen hand hits a celestial pause button.

All the great edifices of human kind’s construction are emptied.

The frantic pace of modern life slows as Gaia, mother of us all, ascends her throne.

Her children walk under arches of olive trees.

They peer into her depths and see her reflection in her mirrored surfaces.

They follow the maze back to the source of all that was, all that is, and all that will ever be.

As the sky opens up and drenches her children with tears of homecoming;

Pan places a weight and the scale is balanced.

The trumpets of the false G-d’s sound and awaken the souls from their slumber.

Artifice and falsehood are stripped away.

Peace, long buried, comes to the surface and begins her reign.


Untitled by Chappie McChesney

As you walk into the park you will see me in a tree

You will see me in the grass

Stop and smell me as you pass

Can you recognize what makes me

You see I am everywhere

I may even be in glass

If you know me you have class

Even as the bear

And when you stop to have your eats

Do you know I am even in beets

The drink you have I helped to make

It is time for all to awake

If I die you will too

Don’t wait to drop the other shoe

Try to live with love and glee

Please help to save the Honey Bee


The Oak by Joseph Lingerfelt

The heat of the sun,

cools as the end of each day.

he beauty of the most perfect rose,

last just a short gaze.

Pictures, our frozen memories

which soon turn to gray.

But this passion, this feeling, this love we feel,

will be strong, steadfast, and true.

Like the tree, the mighty oak,

branch out, grow and renew.

Defying all odds,

Mother Nature can brew.

Together our strong bonds,

like the Oaks mighty rings.

Holding chapters of life,

and waiting for spring!

THE MINYAN By Gloria Nelson

THEY GATHER ‘ROUND

THESE MEN IN BLACK,

ALL DIPPING DOWN

TO DRINK.

AFTER WHICH THEY TAKE A BATH,

SWISH FEATHERS, BLACK AS INK.

COMES A VETERAN, WITH ONE LEG.

ANOTHER

THEY MOVE ASIDE AND MAKE MORE ROOM

FOR A THIRSTY, DUSTY BROTHER.


Untitled By Holly Yocum

In this time of crisis, we look back for all we love.

The visits to our Sholom Park are embedded in our hearts.

The birds, pond and flowers, bring a smile to our face.

We always knew this was special, but look forward to visiting again…..hour special place.


Tsunami laule’a (tidal wave of happiness, peace, friendship) By Kenneth Hughes

To be here with you

And feel your golden hair and peaceful face

Nestled soft against my neck and shoulder,

To rest my hand against the back of yours

As it gently rests upon my chest,

To hold you in the cradle of my arm

That bends around the warm curve of your side,

Brings a tidal wave of pleasure.

Tranquility becomes peace,

As peace becomes you,

As you become all,

As all becomes now,

And now is all that matters.


Untitled By Holly Yocum

We know all the possible love in the world, we now join together in our hope.

We hope Mother Nature sees fit to help us survive this epidemic to give us hope.

We take our oath to help our neighbors while giving them the distance.

We see the Earth around us purifying itself to help mankind come out of this in wonder and awareness.

We look forward to our future to once again enjoy, our beloved Sholom Park and all nature offers.


Spring Love By Mary Pierce

The winter wind shutters again

Against my kitchen window.

But in my heart

Warm rains bless growth.

Bright greens and blues

Blush rose and reds and sun-pulled yellows…

Explosions of color

Leave me

—Breathless.

You are my spring, my hope, my life.


LIFE By Alvin Ross

Shhh….A whisper in the wind….Can you hear it?

Shhh….A rustling of the leaves….Can you hear it?

Shhh….The splatter of a raindrop….Can you hear it?

Shhh….The flutter of a bird’s wing….Can you hear it?

Shhh….The clickety clack of a slow moving train….Can you hear it?

Shhh….The sob so still at a graveside….Can you hear it?

Shhh….The murmur of the crowd at a passing parade….Can you hear it?

Shhh….The gentle heart beat of a new born baby….Can you hear it?

Shhh….Please listen….its the world around us coming back to life!


Untitled by Holly Yocum

What say we all.

Gather in agreement.

To rejoice and appreciate.

All that nature has given.

Cheers to Sholom Park.

You put on a display, each and every visit.

It makes us seem like we are in another world.

Very far, far away.


Unseen Life Scars by Patricia Sardisco

Empty coldness built up inside

A dark veil covers the heart

Concealed from the world

No one can see the hidden scar

Life goes on day by day

Bringing many lonely times

Even in the midst of so many

The shadowed heart beats, but cries

Could there be a small hopeful light?

Can someone finally peel back the

Layers to end this sad, lonely plight?

Maybe it’s out there

Still waiting to be found….

An emotionless heart anticipating the day

When it can beat with another’s loving sound

That’s peace.


Grandma’s Moon by Lori Napp

There in the night sky

for all the world to see

Grandma’s Moon

shining brightly on me.

There in the night sky

with magic and mystery

Grandma’s Moon

smiling and winking at me.

There in the night sky

among Stardust, resting comfortably

Grandma’s Moon

guarding and guiding me.

There in the night sky

when only I can see

Grandma’s Moon

always loving me.


Motherhood Sometimes by Melissa Casto

Everything you ever knew and ever wanted to be…

Everything that’s in you- came from me.

The complexities of motherhood are waged wars deep within…

leaving unseen scars from battles I didn’t win.

Tears fall as thoughts are felt…

deferred dreams, lies told and broken promises dealt.

Questions? Please contact Christina Shearer | Event Coordinator by email:  Christina_shearer@otowfl.com