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It was late at night, I was watching the magnificent heavens deep in the woods at my home in Mason, WI  which inspired me to write this poem of constellations I was familiar with and those I researched.

Scripture explains it in brief: 

“I Chronicles 29:  “Blessed are You, Lord God, our Father, forever and ever.  Yours, O Lord is the greatness, the power and the glory, the victory and the majesty; for all that is in heaven and in earth is Yours,  Yours is the kingdom, O Lord, and You are exalted as head over all.” 

Psalms 8:4:  “What is man that You are mindful o f him?

Beautiful galaxy poem space NASA poetry Imelda Dickinson
Man’s instruments in space probe God’s creation
God, in His Spirit spoke majestic dictation
Stretched out across heaven’s limitless expanse
Wondrous works create chambers grandiose dance
Sun’s 860,000 miles diameter glowing globe
His gas ball sphere beams in bright golden robe
Ten billion fuel supply years for us He planned
Planets, moons revolve around sun scanned
Made to survive five billion years, cooled by solar wind
Sun balances other heavenly bodies God disciplined
Explosive power of more billion hydrogen bomb’s power
Enormous sun spots as large as Earth it could devour
Planets named circle sun’s space motions raced glory
Yet God, in the beginning, breathes Creation’s story
No small wonder pagans worship its gleaming
On pathways through ages more brilliance streaming
Holy Bible remembers journey from Genesis to Creation
In the beginning God’s word formed every foundation
Night skies radiate stars known, or not yet found
Be in heavenly places or on planet Earth’s ground
In Your Majesty, God, you ride solar wind’s wings
As created each song of You creation sings
Stars to God of the universe chorus His wonders
Whisperings or bolts disciplined in praised thunders
Who shall ascend holy hills of spherical channels?
Who forms each pulse, trail way in sky’s panels?
Who can fathom God’s majesty of stellar rays?
Who can set planets to spin sideways?
Who can shout as God bolts loud thunder?
Who moves mountain peaks, volcano’s lava asunder?
Who can look upon luminous lightning’s face?
Who has 20,000 chariots in celestial holy space?
Who shall stand in God’s majestic place?
God, who is everywhere in heaven’s pathway ride
Shakes and drops Earth at His dimension wide
His strength spoken in planet’s cloudy face
In His majestic celestial heavenly place
Where is God’s knowledge, where His reservoir?
As He sets cloud heights or opens celestial’s door
Where is His sanctuary hid in chosen high dwelling?
Who counsels an Almighty in heavenly secrets telling?
Who in heaven is compared to Lord God evermore?
Heaven and Earth is Yours, works ever open to explore
Thou has set borders of all edges of Earth
Designed shapes of each star, each meteor birth
Thou has prepared daylight and nightfall for time
Thou wondrous works declare upward climb
Thou prepares lights blazing, blinding sun
Bursts of pulsars, burst bangs of radium
Windows of heaven God opens and shuts
Pathways of lights He neatly cuts
Possessor  of celestials is God, majestic most High
Majestic masterpieces Yours in Alpha Centauri
Who multiplies stars in night skies, gives dew moist morning?
Who moves ocean depths for dangerous warning?
Gates of heaven stretch forth at God’s beckoning hand
Frontiers vast in sized wonders each aura You command
Portrays panoramic stars multitude twinkling in view
Milky Way 200 billion starred colors of beauty You strew
9,000  miles a minute or arms reach out to You grand
Glistening, shimmering, lighting each strand
One side of heaven to the other side lighted walls
Respond to God’s creation, obedient to His calls 
Heaven invites Earth to witness complex spread
Precious things of heaven, studied from God head
Listen to God of Creation, he made you to hear
Sounds of His Majesty glittered sights as they appear
Who should go up to heaven for us?
Who but His Son, Jesus Christ, so glorious
Glance toward glimmering heavens to see
Why is God mindful of man, of you, of me?
Of erring mortal humans, degenerate refugee?
God looks down from on high, upon children of men
If there were any to understand, did seek Him, when?
Yet, man flatters himself with his prideful eyes
Words of deceit, mischief in his bed he will devise
His iniquity found hateful in thoughts of or he speak
His will selfish, he dwells on week after week
Wounds stink of corruption because of foolishness
His desire to know God finds no need to profess
Man, be more afraid of how unafraid you are
Long ago, the Messiah was born, announced by a star
Who returned as a man, heaven looks down on an only Son
Sent to this earth for evil to overcome
Will you cry out to heaven created Being Woman and Man?
Will you know your days short on earth, count if you can?
Will you know God can bear you up lest feet stumble afar?
Will you know God set His love on man spectacular?      
God of the Bible, out of a whirlwind to man Job said
As questions, spoke clearly in Bible read’
Where were you when I laid Earth’s foundation?
Where are your supernovas, sky islands in flotation?
Where were you when measurements were set in line?
Where were you when bases set foundations laid fine?
Who closed tombed seas with walled doors for returning?
Who made garments for clouds, dark, thick or churning?
Who made proud sea’s high waves to stop?
Who made Dawn waken bird song‘s melody eavesdrop?
Who commands each morning to know summits place?
Who entered curled springs or shimmered sea’s face?
Who walked watery deep recesses catastrophe?
Who measures light years, measures nebulae mystery?
Tell God, if you know all this?
Tell God of Creations’ metamorphosis!
Who has entered steep storehouses of snow?
Tell God time reserved for distress you do not ‘know
Who has seen dwelling place of iced stones hail?
Who knows days of war or battle to prevail?
Who knows paths Light has divided it’s way?
Who knows East wind’s scatting on tree tops to play? 
Who retains channel vaults for floods when they come?
Who knows father of rain soft or wild burdensome? 
Who knows from what womb came frozen cold ice?
Who knows frost of heaven, it’s birth Paradise?
Who knows deep prisons in caverns oceans vast?
Who splits plummeting stars bold brilliance blast?
Can you bind chain links of Pleiades star?
Can you loose cords of Orion’s expanse far?
Can you lead all constellations in its season?
Can you guide Bear Satellite for any reason?
Can you lift up your voice to clouds crowd on high?
So waters flow in abundance, pour down gray sky?
Can you send lightening that they  may say?
Here we are powerful to crack, split spans skyway?
Can you count clouds as they form drops for rain?
Can you tip jars of water from heaven’s domain?
When dust hardens into masses, clods together thick?
Can you bring rain torrents soft by God’s arithmetic?
Do you know all heaven’s ordinances as made?
Do you know how to fix them on Earth’s created shade?
I will ask you, says God, will you instruct Me?
Who will you contend with, mankind?  God almighty?
Will you annul My judgments when they arrive?
Will your voice thunder as Mine?  Will you survive?
Can you clothe yourself with honor, with majesty?
Who is he that will stand against God, or disagree?
Who has given to God to ask Him to repay?
Who can guide you in the Truth, Life and the Way?
Will calms wild, whirling winds of the sea?
Who makes south wind sky chambers for you or me?
Who makes wondrous works in vast sky without number?
Who brings stars in night skies shine while you slumber? 
Who will question Creator God, “What are you doing now”?
Who discovers depths of knowledge from God’s brow?
Who can disclose portals God’s feet have trod?
Who can reach heights of His heavens, this Father God?
Who can measure heaven depths, length of Earth’s measure?
Who finds His storehouses, His piled blessed treasure?
Who has ascended into heaven, who has descended?
Who gathers winds in his fists or Him defended?
Who has found descending waters in garment cascade?
Who has established ends of Earth’s creation made?
What is His name, what is His Son’s name?
If you know, go to books written of Creation’s claim!
Who discloses broad seas tempest or calms oceans blue?
Who weaves Heaven’s tapestry of rainbow colors hue?
Who can promise assurances like God as He speaks to Earth?
Who fights battles so great, knows armies before birth?
What is man that God should be mindful of him?
What is man whose likeness to God has become dim? 
Made, creation made, in God’s own image is man made
Made, lower than angels in heavenly places cascade
Made, each unique, like stars, planets dissimilar
Made, to shine brilliance as God’s earthly pillar 
Made, to know His Son Jesus tremendous in power
Made, to sing songs in night or day hour
Made, to enjoy all things God created in six days
Made, to have abundance, made to give Him praise
Made, to follow commandments God has written down
Made, to come to heavens He created starred gown
Made, to love each other like l9vers of self
Made, to search hearts for no other gods on a shelf
Made, to give to others in helpless need
Made, to guide and teach children of their seed
Made, to remember laws commanded, written to guide
Made, to follow His Son He gave to shelter, to hide
Made, to feed hungry, homeless or soul lost
Made, to do good works no matter the cost
Made, to glorify name of His Only Son
Made, to become man like man to become one
Made, to be just a bit lower than angels, what stance!
Made, to be honorable, holy, perfect at a glance
Made, fearfully and wonderfully, body and soul
Made, with spirit to desire balance, to be whole
Made, to be a triumph by God’s creative hand
Made, to discover heavenly designs majestic, grand
Made, to be protected, to have hiding place
Made, to be desirous to know Son, Jesus, His face
Made, to sing songs of deliverance when spent
Made, to ask for forgiveness, free to repent
Made, to speak of God… man does not mouth open here
Made, to have ears to listen… man deafens his ear
Made, to see things of God… man looks but sees not
Made, to follow Jesus… man His way has forgot 
Made, to smell creation, man chooses not to smell
Made, to look to heaven… man selects his own hell
Made, as mankind from dust of the earth
Made, poor and needy for God from his birth
If I, mankind, ascend to heaven… God you are there
If I, mankind, make my bed in hell chosen to prepare
If I, mankind, what kind of man will not out of depths cry
If I, mankind, does not know where to go when I die
If I, mankind, does not lift up to heaven my eyes
If I, mankind, will not admit my treacherous lies
If I, mankind, does not seek a Savior’s face
If I, mankind, will not recover, will know my disgrace
If I, mankind, die in my sins for which I choose
If I, mankind, does not forgive, then I will lose
If I, mankind, does not search heavenly purpose here
If I, mankind, will not repent my salvation insecure
Father, we have sinned against heaven where You are
Father, we need to love more Your Son, Morning’s Star
We need to reflect beauty Your character  on sky display
As stars in Your heavens reflect love night and day
Where great signs from majestic heavens parade
When your Son Jesus comes in clouds that You made
Where Your promise we will see heaven open in view
Where if we follow His directions will meet You too
Father, we ask Your forgiveness of sin we have done
Father, help us examine ourselves wrong doing, everyone
Father, dear Father, how could you even care for us here?
Father, our hope is blessed when You send Jesus to appear
Father, we will never understand why
His sacrifice was for us, leaves Your vast heaven to die
Jesus, dear Savior of our souls, loving kind and true
All creative generous love extended by You
Fill us with Your Holy Spirit to tell others of Your Grace
How you came to teach us wisdom, how to behold Your face
How to model and pattern our lives, like Yours in all we do
How to praise Your Father, Our Father, Holy Spirit too
Lord Jesus, Savior, Light of the World constellation
Who betrayed you in courts of persecution?
It was I, it was we, Your image, Your trait
Who slept while you prayed in Eden’s Garden of pain?
It was I, it was we, Your image, Your create
Who helped You with weight of cruel wooded cross?
Not I, not we, shameful pride was our boss
Who nailed spikes in Your hands and Your feet?
It was I, it was we, our sins on your mind beat
Upon You, Jesus, already weak, frail, weary, tired
Battling for us, for me, for all mankind hell fired
You said “It is finished,” in pain you expired
What is man that you are mindful of his being?
Who cried out in thunder when you died?
It was earth You created, not man in his pride
Who bolted from the sky lightning’s flashed cry?
It was lights You created, not men sorry You die
Did rocks crumble on earth protesting Your demise?
T was not I crumbling, my selfishness my disguise
Did bold sun You created refuse to shine rays?
As Your suffering, Jesus mounted last hours in last days?
Your unconditional love for mankind, we understand not
Showered forgiveness on us, if we confess our sad lot
Will we claim You, our Creator in heaven today?
As our way of life, in all that You say
I shall not die, but then I shall live
I shall know God of heaven all that He will give
I shall know His testimony, His statutes penned in stone
I shall live in peace upon earth, I shall not be alone
I shall lift up commandments, seek precepts of old
I shall gather treasures of heaven’s shimmered streets of gold
I shall know Creator God of heaven’s vast expanse
I shall know tiny stars viewed by naked eye’s glance
I shall study Psalms written by David King
I shall know God who made Pleiades, Orion and Bear sing
I shall know chambers of south made for you and me
I shall know great  things unfathomable in my humanness to see
I shall know I have sinned against heaven You made
I shall join ranks witness for Your Jesus’s crusade
I shall know to watch  heaven’s signs You foretold
I shall know Jesus, Your promise to come in Bible old
I shall know Jesus lifted  eyes to heaven when He prayed
I shall know prayers answered with clean heart displayed
I shall know true forgiveness for my own ugly sin
I shall know Jesus died for us on cruel cross salvation’s begin
I shall know God the Father loved me so much
I shall know Jesus’s garment my illness can touch
I shall know when I died, God calls me from grave deep
I shall know my soul immortal in heaven to keep
I shall know trumpet sounds when He calls me from rest
I shall know I loved Him most above all earth’s best
I shall know loved ones, those witnessed about Him
I shall know them saved as  I  from dread Satan’s sin
I shall know God can do all things, as I doubt not His will
I shall know His purpose is not thwarted, but to fulfill
As mankind, I declare that which I do not understand
I declare things too wonderful, I didn’t know His command
I declare all things in heaven and on earth, God’s possession
I declare Creation is too wonderful, I plead my confession
Wisdom must be known by  man, to know her well
Wisdom’s book is written in Bible books tell
Wisdom is precious, more than rubies or gold fine
Wisdom founded earth, established heaven’s stars line
Wisdom preserves them.  Love her, grace her ornaments many
Wisdom blesses you with years, stands atop high places any
Wisdom was the Lord from first beginning to today
Wisdom prepared heavens, God created their way
Wisdom set a compass on depths of heaven’s face
Wisdom established clouds, set earth’s foundation place
Wisdom rests in hearts where instructions not refused
Wisdom protects us from evil thoughts confused
Wisdom is God’s glory, it is His to conceal a matter
Wisdom walks on heavens where Milky Ways scatter
Wisdom is breath of all mankind understanding lifelong
Wisdom is if we tear down cannot be rebuilt as it was strong
Wisdom imprisons where there is no release
Wisdom  restrains waters, they dry up, they cease
Wisdom makes counselors walk barefoot or makes
Fools of judges, discernment of elders away takes
Wisdom brings darkness deep into daylight
Wisdom makes clean out of unclean sin’s blight
Mankind expires and where is he then?
He lies down, does not rise from grave or know when!
Prayers said for their souls knowing not wisdom no more
Until Jesus comes with shouts opens death’s door
So God In His wonder was mindful of man
So God in His wonder prepared salvation’s plan
In the beginning to  end of heavens as we know
We look to God our Creator where our life should go
To our Savior, our Refuge, our Strength, our Tower
In time of trouble, God is to us heavenly power
Beside Him there is no God, no other
Be you Mom’s child, father, sister or brother
He will create new heaves, new earth, as He pleases 
There will be  no more sorrow, no more dread diseases
His powers of the air, of planned planets, set stars
Speak of His glory, Jupiter, Venus or Mars
More majesty to search out, seek wonders misunderstood
Mankind, in God’s image, as majesty, bow as we should
To God of created Universe His glory to impart
Mankind….lift up holy hands, claim how great God Thou art.
Psalm 150
Praise God in His sanctuary
Praise Him in His mighty firmament
Praise Him for His mighty acts
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness
Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet
Praise Him withe the lute and harp
Praise Him with the timbrel and dance
Praise Him with stringed instruments and flutes
Praise Him with loud cymbals
Praise Him with clashing cymbals
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord
Praise the Lord
Creator God, who made the excellency of sky and spread out heaves and stars in their multitudes, thank you for being mindful of us, human beings, to have the privilege of being created in Your likeness of which we are not worthy. Help us to be grateful by the love of Your beloved Son Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit that enables  us to be aware of our frailty and correct it. Give us power to witness to others about Your creative works and majesty.  Help us to realize each day the majesty of creation and dwell on Your beauty and holiness. Thank You for all You created in the handiwork  of Your hands for our pleasure. Help us to reflect every day, every hour and every  moment, God in Your majesty. 
Copyright Oct 26, 2011, Imelda Dickinson

My latest book is complete and here comes Spring!

Hello everyone! I’m very happy that winter on its way out. My daughter Julie and I watched the lovely sunset the other night.

My newest book “Personolly Yours Too” is complete, and I am looking for a publisher. For this book, I dressed and made outfits for 61 dolls in this book! It’s been fun. Make sure you follow me on my website and on Facebook if you would like to be alerted when my book is available for purchase.

My next project will be planting spring flowers.

During this cold weather I have been amusing myself with reading, poetry, music and watching some classic TV programs, like my favorite Mr. Ed, The littlest Hobo, The Honeymooners and green acres.

I would love to hear how you are doing.

Love as always, Imelda and her butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

Beautiful Minnesota Winter Reflection Snowy Lake Pine Forest
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2020 Winter injury update

Last November, I slipped while working in my sewing room, I went to a doctor who ordered X-rays. Let me tell you, I don’t want to go through that again, it was very painful and stressful.

Now I have 4 fractured vertebrae and had to be treated in two different hospitals which resulted in my being in a nursing home for two weeks.

Now I’m back home but I need to wear a large medical back brace for at least 3 months. The brace is very helpful, it helps me to sit up and walk straight.

I miss working on my book, the doctor tells me I should take a break from it for at least 3 months, as my back would be curved if I was working on my laptop for extended periods of time. So unfortunately, I’m taking an unwanted break from my writing. Luckily, I was already half finished with my book before my accident.

My daughter Julie has been with me continuously from the beginning of this whole ordeal. All of this and she is also taking care of my sister-in-law Liz. I’m staying with my grandson Bradley right now and he is taking such good care of me. I am very loved.

Think Spring! My little birds and squirrels fight over control of my bird feeders on the deck, it’s fun to watch.

Think Happy Thoughts!


Imelda Dickinson Author

Winter’s almost here, update on my new book in progress.

I’m feeling elated about my new book, filled with poems about 45 beautiful dolls and their interesting and magical stories. Winter is coming in the Northland and I have completed 28 of them so far, so I’m on my way!

Progress has been slowed because I broke my arm and ultimately needed surgery. As a complication of the surgery I have nerve damage, less mobility and it has greatly effected my writing. One must move on however, and the writing shall continue.

On the brighter side, my grandson Brad just too me and my daughter Julie to see the movie Downton Abbey. I watched the series and I read the book so I was really looking forward to seeing this movie and I was not disappointed.

Think happy thoughts, I will write again soon my friends.

Imelda 🦋

Imelda Dickinson Personolly Yours Too Butterfly Doll

Update on my second book; “Personolly Yours Too”

Hello! I am back to my book preparation with Personolly Yours Too, just sent three dolls complete with poem today.

Have 45 people who want dolls. I have sent out 23 already.

Waiting for documentation on some, and working on individual ones I have started.

Had my left arm plate removed in December last year and nothing but pain and complications, going to a specialist and waiting for x-ray results, but I keep on working on my book and I’m taking care of my sister Liz.

See you on my website or my email. Love as ever, imelda.


Spring on it’s way to the north land after a very snowy winter

The past few months have been difficult, with post surgery complications on my left wrist, however I’ve been getting my dolls together for my next book and just finished a 850 word poem for a doll with many interesting attachments.

Spring on it’s way to the north land after a very snowy winter love to all Imelda.

Update on my second book.

I have 46 people who want dolls.  So far I have 21 of them dressed and 7 poems written and the rest in the planning stages.  Will be some very interesting stories to write poems about.  I really enjoy getting ready to write the second edition called Personolly Yours Too.

I also recently moved my sister-in-law Liz back to Ashland where my daughter Julie will help me take care of her. I’ve been taking care of Liz going on 7 years now and her dementia is getting worse.

Imelda Dickinson hard at work on second book Personolly Yours too

Double cataract surgery. Recovering well!

I have had two cataract surgeries and still in post operative recovery for one month.  Cannot get corrective lens for another month, so I see more clearly but not good yet for reading or close up.

These are my new glasses, what do you think?

Imelda Dickinson glasses

Think Spring!

It is snowing up to ten inches tonight here in the Northland as I am inside, safe and warm writing a poem for one of my dolls to be gifted for my second book.  So far I have 14 people selected for the book and four pending acceptance.  Fun.

My wrist is not healing as it should.  Hope I am not allergic to the plate that was placed surgically.  My cracked right rib is doing well with natural treatments and rest.  I don’t have time to be an invalid with better things to do. ha ha ha.

I am scheduling a poetry reading in my home town of St. Cloud, MN right after Easter.  I will be interviewed beforehand by request of a reporter of The Daily Times, the local newspaper as soon as the Librarian schedules date and time

Think Spring!!

This beautiful Hibbing winter wonderland photo is from Dale Gordon

Good news about my wrist!

You may remember that I broke my wrist a few months ago while pulling a sled full of bricks across my sidewalk. Well, I’m happy to report that I’m through with physical therapy now! I’m able to use my hand and I’m even driving again. Boy did I miss that! Thank you all so very much for the warm and loving wishes I received.

On another note, I’m thinking about writing my second book; “Personolly Yours Too”.

Stay tuned and I will keep you posted.

Imelda Dickinson Personolly Yours blog

Lovely sunny day in the Northland

Lovely sunny day in the Northland. My wrist is healing better. More active with the therapy also. Not quite ready for my poetry reading in St.Cloud, Mn. Hopefully in spring of 2018. Still busy with my sister Liz. She went to the hospital because she fell at home, no injuries though. Other family doing well. Keep in touch. Love as ever.


Tonight I attended the “Ask a Published Author” event at the Duluth Public Library.

Tonight I attended the “Ask a Published Author” event at the Duluth Public Library. It was a great meeting with an excellent panel of professionals in the literary field. There were some great questions fielded by many writers in the beginning stage of their profession. It was a very informative and educational meeting and I think everyone really enjoyed themselves. I’m glad I was able to attend.

The panel consisted of:
Robin Washington (Journalism)
Margi Preus (Children and Young Readers)
Lucie Amundsen (Memoir)
Dudley Edmondson (Non-Fiction)
Danielle Sosin (Fiction)
Ryan Vine (Poetry)
Amber Laura Young (Romance and Self-Publishing)
Claire Kirch (correspondent for Publishers Weekly Magazine)

Ask a Published Author

Happy Thanksgiving All!

Had a few more poetry readings in the Senior Citizen Centers in Ashland and Superior WI.  Fun.
Had a big poetry reading scheduled for the public library in my hometown of St Cloud, MN but on August 28 I fell near my home and fractured my left wrist.  Had to have surgery Sept 6 and a plate was put in my wrist.  Wore brace till it healed and now I am undergoing extensive occupational therapy.
It will be next year for sure before I can do any more readings.
I will remain positive and keep you posted.

My first book signing!

April 26th, 2017.

I had my very first book signing at the Vaughn Public Library in Ashland Wisconsin last Tuesday the 25th of April 2017.

The weather was bad so there was not a large turnout however I was excited and consider it a learning experience. I’m certainly looking forward to my next event, check the event section of my website to see when and where I will be!

I’M PUBLISHED! Feb 6th, 2017

I’m very excited to announce that at 87 years old, I’ve just published my book Personolly Yours and you can get your copy here:

Product details

  • Paperback: 345 pages
  • Publisher: Independently published (February 6, 2017)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1520532032
  • ISBN-13: 978-1520532035
  • Product Dimensions: 6 x 0.9 x 9 inches

Book’s done, looking for publisher, spoke with Emily Dickinson museum.

It has been a long time since I have written my periodic postal letter.

I have been busy writing my dolly book “Personolly Yours” and it is now complete, edited and I am in the process of looking for a publisher.

You will be pleased to know the first poem is written and dedicated to author/poet Emily Dickinson in her memory.

I have talked to an agent of her museum in Amherst, MA and they will accept a copy of her poem with pictures to display in the museum.  I will do that soon.

It has been exciting and stimulating to complete 41 of the adult poems and two children’s stories in epic poetry.

As soon as a publisher will accept my work I will post the publisher on my website, as well as get my postal letter out to those who do not have electronic viewing.

Spring has come to the Northland, and I have spent much time in my new flower garden plus updating poems not listed on this website.

Emily Dickinson Museum

It’s never too late to say "I do" Paul & Fern, 83 and 96 years old find love. VIDEO

Also could be titled “96-year-old woman robs the cradle by wedding much younger 83-year-old man”

It only takes about two seconds to say “I do.” The only thing is that sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the person you want to say it to.
That was the case for 96-year-old Fern Schurr and 83-year-old Paul Tredo. As far as love is concerned, they tied the knot with plenty of time to spare.

“We used to eat meals together all the time, then suddenly Continue reading

Wonga Pigeon cooing loudly

The call of the Wonga Pigeon is a loud, high-pitched ‘coo’.
This is repeated over long periods of time for a number of seconds.
When males are displaying mating, bowing occurs with a soft, trilling coo.
The Wonga Pigeon is monogamous
This one is in the Honolulu Zoo in Waikiki, Hawaii

View more of my videos HERE

Trip to the beach, lake superior.


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Here are two photos of my grandson’s visit to Wisconsin.

It was a beautiful day at the beach, the sand was warm and the waves were low.

In the photos are my daughter Julie, grandson Brad, Terri (holding Princess Maggie May the Maltese) and of course me sporting the light blue robe!

All Black bumble bees in Hawaii!

They have two types of bees I saw while visiting Oahu, one is an all gold bee the other is an all black one. amazing.

Please enjoy this poem about black bumble bees by Rachel M Johanson: 

"Ballet of the Black Bumble Bee"

Beneath the sun's golden eye they roam

Jet black bodies gleam, a lustrous chrome

All black bumble bees in velvet flight

Turn day's gardens into kingdoms of night

Gentle giants, their buzz a soothing bass

Navigate blooms with an artist's grace

Tiny pollinators in coats of coal

Gather nectar to fill their humble bowl

Through fields of lavender they weave their tales

Their wings whisper like soft, silken veils

Velvet knights of the floral court

In the dance of petals, they cavort

To the beat of nature's heart, they thrive

In gardens, their spirit comes alive

Their flight scripts shadows on sunlit leaves

As day surrenders to evening's eaves

With black so rich, it absorbs the light

They vanish in the shadows, out of sight

Yet their labor sweetens the air, a boon

And paints the earth with the brush of June

In their presence, blooms rejoice, unfold

Their black is not absence but stories told

Under the orchard's bough, they linger

Nature's unsung, humble singer

In the hum of black bumble bees

Hear the whisper of life's mysteries
Black Bumble Bee All Black Bees Insect Oahu Hawaii



image How long has it been since you talked with the Lord

And told Him your hearts hidden secrets?

How long since you prayed?

How long since you stayed

On your knees till the light shone through

How long has it been]Since your mind felt at ease?

How long since your heart knew no burden?

CHORUS: How long has it been

Since you knew that He cared for You

How long has it been?

How long has it been

Since you knelt by your bed

And prayed to the Lord up in Heaven?

How long since you knew

That He’d answer you?

And would keep you the long night through?

How long has it been

Since you woke with the dawn

And felt that the day’s worth the living


A song by Bev Lowry. Her website is

Visiting the Ocean and Feral Cats


I visited the Pointe Panic Beach Park on the South Shore of Oahu and my grandson took some photos.  There are many cats that live amongst the rocks and in little natural caves.  These cats have been wild for many many generations.  Surprisingly they  appear to be in good health, I noticed no fleas or smell and some of them could even be described as slightly corpulent!  The wind was warm, the ocean was mild and it was a beautiful day in Honolulu.

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Here’s a beautiful poem by Terri Foss, of Washburn, WI.

Where can I find the words to heal the sadness and the pain that has touched your heart.

When words are not enough to say, my heart will speak in many ways. I believe our lives are as God intended them to be.

Although we don’t understand his ways when times feel so unfair, try to remember God will always be there.

All your loved ones from above will guide you with their love. For someday you will see together you all will be.

Terri Foss


Society of Animal Artists Paintings


A charter member of the Society of Animal Artists, Walter Joseph Wilwerding was born in Winona, Minnesota and spent most of his career in Minneapolis where he was an instructor in animal drawing and then Vice President and Director of Drawing for the Public Schools. He was a member of the National Advisory Board for Art Instruction in the Schools and was an author and illustrator on several books of drawing animals and painting animals.


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Fundamentals of Art

The Fundamentals of Art course consisted of 12 textbooks taught all popular art techniques with contributions from many well known artists including wildlife artist Walter J. Wilwerding  

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A man’s daughter had asked the local minister
To come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived,
He found the man lying in bed with his head
Propped up on two pillows. image

An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow
Had been informed of his visit.
“I guess you were expecting me, he said.

‘No, who are you?” said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
” I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew
I was going to show up.”

“Oh yeah, the chair,” said the bedridden man.
Would you mind closing the door?”
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
“I have never told anyone this,
Not even my daughter,” said the man.

“But all of my life I have never
Known how to pray
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.”

I abandoned any attempt at prayer,”
The old man continued, ”
Until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, “Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter
Of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest.
“Sit down in a chair;
Place an empty chair in front of you,
And in faith, see Jesus on the chair.

It’s not spooky because He promised,
‘I will be with you always’.
“Then just speak to him in the same way
You’re doing with me right now.”

“So, I tried it and I’ve liked it so much
That I do it a couple of hours every day.
I’m careful though. If my daughter saw me talking
To an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.”
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
And returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called
To tell the minister that her daddy
Had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?” he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock,
He called me over to his bedside,
Told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later,
I found him .

But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died,
He Leaned over and rested his head on the chair
beside the bed. What do you make of that?”

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
“I wish we could all go like that.”

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we give and receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU…
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.

God bless you my friends and may you pass in peace, into the next life, when your time has come.

Written by: unknown

I’m nobody, who are you?

I’m nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
There’s a pair of us, don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!


imageThis is probably one of Emily Dickinson’s most famous poems. Knowing how tiny her life was you would think she wouldn’t have any “famous poems.” Emily’s style was what made her famous. She was a good observer. She wrote about tiny things you wouldn’t ordinarily notice. She had an interesting point of view. Her devices were similes and metaphors. She tended to favor them a little bit more. In this poem, she used similes. Like ” How public like a frog.” What I like about this poem is pretty much the idea. The idea of this poem sounds like a poem to cheer you up when you feel all alone so that you could know someone else is there in the same situation as you to defeat that loneliness. I observed she almost always in her poems uses “I.” instead of “he,she, or it .” My opinion of Emily’s poems is that they are very soothing. What we can all remember about her poetry is her “tiny” style.

I died for beauty, but was scarce. A poem by Emily Dickinson.

I diimageed for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,–the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.


And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

-Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

image We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Emily Dickinson left several versions of this poem.
This is the way it appeared in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson by Thomas H. Johnson.  Regrettably, many early editors of Dickinson’s poems dropped the fourth stanza.  The above poem includes the sometimes missing 4th stanza.