Sometimes when ev'ning lamps are ebbing low
And all the earth lies hushed in solemn sleep
Within my lonely heart there burns a glow,
As lengthening shadows about me creep.

My weary glance falls o'er the dismal room
Where with rapturous eyes I seem to see
Beyond thick cobwebs, dust and direst gloom
A merry host of friends-my own library!

Worn musty books on shelves from olden days,
Brittle pages yellowed by hands of time,
Illuminating night with gladsome rays,
Lifting my bleak spirit to realms sublime.

Trooping merrily before my rapt gaze
Into flick'ring lamplight I watch them come,
Quaint men and ladies of forgotten days;
Golden laughter echoing in my home.

Into my eyes they smile, murm'ring with grace
Aerial speech they blithely chat with me,
They seem to belong to another race
Wakening in my heart sweet melody.

Dying lamplight sputters and they are gone.
Vanished! I stare about but find I none
Save a drowsy thrush flutes with hush of dawn
Only myself in the parlour alone.

~Hilda~

One Sunday night  a drunken man went down the streets about three sheets in the wind and bumped against a tree. Thinking he had hit a man, he backed off, took off his hat, and said,"scuse me,sir- scuse me." He staggered on a few steps, struck a man, and courtesied again, before staggering away.
A neighbor came along, seeing him stumble against a fence."Why, William! You need to go to revivals with me."
Accordingly the two set out for the meeting held at the nearby church, all the while William recalling what a hypocrite the deacon was.
Making his way down the aisle he threw himself on the pew beside the disgusted looking deacon, while Neighbor Jones took the bench behind.
As deacon Goodwench rolled his eyes in horror, William grinned and winked at him.
Presently the evangelist came to an eloquent Biblical passage and called, "Where is the drunkard?"
Whereupon William rose, folded his arms, and shouted,"Here's the sot. Blaze away," and proceeded to stand at his pew till the evangelist finished the verse.
The Reverend Crawford came to another Biblical passage and called out, "Where is the hypocrite?"
Nobody moved and you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly William arose,reached over and gave Deacon Goodwench a rough nudge in his side. "Get up and take your med'chine,< Goodwench! Likes I did when he called me..."

Isaiah 52:14 As many were astonied at Thee His visage was marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men.

Isaiah 53:2 For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant and as a root out of dry ground; He hath no form nor comeliness and when we shall see Him there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from Him; He was despised and we esteemed Him not.
4 Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth; He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before his shearers is dumb so He opened not His mouth.

~~~~English~~~~

I've been so busy
As mothers often are
It's why I can't write much.

~~~~French~~~~

J'ai été tellement occupé
Comme souvent, les mères sont
C'est pourquoi je ne peux pas écrire beaucoup.


**~Hilda~

Dusk

The flowers unfurl their petals
Towards the dark Night sky
The roses smile up at the Moon
Which shines happily upon the sleeping world

The breezes blow the muslin curtains
Which hang at my open bedroom window
And the shadows of the Moon
Flicker across my room, the floor, and me

The sounds of Night come softly
Through my window and hush me
To sleep like a lullaby of music
Which sends me into a world of dreams

And such is the enchanting Night
With it's glorious Moon
Which watches over all
While they sleep at Night


Dawn

Sun rays come dancing through my room
And greet me with brightness and joy
And the smell of flowers
Come blowing through my bedroom on the breeze

The sky is a painting of beauty
And of colour
Pastel clouds of pink float through the
Blue watercolour sky

And the song of birds wake the
Sleepy world with an anthem of praise
And of life and sunshine
Such beauty is beyond my words

Silhouettes of pine trees and furrs
With the back ground of God's sunrise
Make such a lovely picture of too much beauty. . .
That would take such a long time to describe
With pen, ink and paper while relaxing in the caressing breeze


~Hilda~

I have the sweetest friend who is so dear
Gladdening my life when days are drear
Sparkling sunshine on gloomy days bleak
N'er after her own pleasure does she seek.
Great poetess and cook she makes work fun,
Sure way to win the heart of any one
Intelligent and kind she doth so prove
Honest token of sympathy and love
Wise about government and sundry things
Whenever talking with her my heart sings!
So Happy Birthday Lori, friend so sweet
May you never suffer gloom or defeat!

Vibrant hues of Autumn
Fades now into the
Winter water color hues
And bleak barren trees.

Days of frozen landscape
And dreams have to defrost.
All the ice and snows now
Cover the twigs once filled with roses.

Trembling in each gust
Barren trees moan, stretching
Gaunt arms towards bleak grey skies
Pleading for rebirth.

Sunset fades to blackness
Shrouding the silent earth,
Devoid of tranquil benediction
No ray of light or hope.

Awakening the resurrection
Of Spring's triumphant song,
Return of Thrush and Robin
Blending with all nature in jubilant symphony.

Until then the minor strains
Of the winter Hermit Thrush
Spiraling hope of the warmer days
And softens up the Arctic blast.

Then finally with the last
White-throated Sparrows gone
And the daylight hours increase
Spring arrives and Winter retreats!


~Timothy and Hilda~

~-Russian-~

Медленный Рассвет весны

Яркие оттенки осени
Теперь исчезает в
Зимой воды цветовых оттенков
И мрачно бесплодных деревьев.

Дни замороженных ландшафтов
И мечты нужно разморозить.
Лед и снег сейчас
Покрывают ветками, когда заполнены с розами.

Дрожал от каждого порыва
Бесплодной деревья стонут, растяжения
Гонта оружия к мрачное серое небо
Пледирование для возрождения.

Закат бледнеет до черноты
Зачехление немого земли,
Лишенный тихой благословение
Не луч света и надежды.

Пробуждение в воскресение
Торжествующий песни весны,
Возвращение молочница и Робин
Смешивание с всю природу в ликующая симфония.

До сих пор незначительные штаммов
Зимы отшельник молочница
Растущие надежды на теплые дни
И размягчает Арктический взрыв.

Наконец, с последним
Белый – Рубиновогорлый Воробьев ушел
И увеличение светового дня
Весна приходит и зима отступает!


~Тимоти и Хильда~

A gentleman traveling through Alabama was interested in Uncle Ned. "So you were once a slave, eh?" said the gentleman.
"Yes, sah," said Uncle Ned.
"How thrilling!" exclaimed the gentleman. "And after the war you got your freedom, eh?"
"No, sah," said Uncle Ned gloomily. "I didn't get mah freedom, sah. After de war I done got married."

"I tell you I won't have this room!" snorted the aristocratic lady to the bellboy who was conducting her. "I refuse to pay decent money for a pigsty such as this! If you think-"
Profoundly disgusted, the boy interrupted. "Get in, mum. Get in! This ain't yer room. Can't ya see it's an eluvateer?"

Mir'am! thy Love to Me as Musk Perfume;
Shimmering tresses of raven soft wave
Chasing away my melancholy gloom.
Loving spirit! Naive and yet so brave.
How oft have my arms ached to hold thee near
To my heart, protecting thee from dire harm.
Dear darling!childlike with innocent cheer.
Smitten I fall captive to feline charm.
My lips with kisses crave thy furry face;
Mesmerized as you chase a butterfly
Dancing so carefree with aerial grace,
Causing my heart to echo wistful sigh.
God grant thee health and utmost happiness
Thou precious! Who from life deserves no less!


*~Hilda~

For sometime Jesus convicted me to write this so everyone here can see it. I have felt miserable keeping it inside because Jesus says if we confess Him before men He will confess us before His Father in heaven.

To anyone here on HP I want to say this: if you are miserable with your life and come to Jesus for forgiveness of your sins He will cleanse you and give you eternal life in heaven. "For God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16. He loved you and me enough to die for us on the cross so we could live with Him forever if we accept Him and repent of our sins. We have to confess and forsake
our sinful lifestyle.

I cannot help but write this so strong has been my conviction! If I have been a stumbling block to anyone here please forgive me! If unknowingly I have pressed a like button for some poem or write up that uses foul language please forgive me! I wish to do better with Jesus' help! Jesus says that by our words we shall be justified or condemned. Every tree is known by its fruits.

If you wish to know more about Jesus please feel free to comment below and I will be glad to help you!!! Or you can always send me a message  and I will get back with you as soon as I possibly can. Though I stay very busy as a housewife and mother (my husband and daughter also here on HP- Timothy and Marian) I am open to comments. Again please forgive me if I have caused anyone here to be offended.
I  cannot remain here without letting my light shine. Jesus is the Light of the world and whoever believes in Him and repents no longer walks in the darkness of this wicked world. Their speech will be for His glory! Their actions will please Him. They will come out from the wickedness of this world and live separate and holy lives for Jesus.

So again—please forgive me if I have failed in showing Jesus by my life or actions.

May the silv'ry fluting of wood thrush
awake you to rose stained skies
and honeyed rays smile upon you
when you despondent are
may the plaintive mourning of the dove
weep in sympathy with your bleeding heart
and the woodland trees shelter you
from blazing noonday heat
may breezes in rippling meadow grass
whisper secrets from the breath of God
and soughing through lonely trees
blend with your sighs
may Heaven's tears of rain
mingle with your own
and may a rainbow of shimmering hues
dazzle after the storm*

~Hilda~

I love to steal away to my retreat
Far from harsh mockery and cruel eyes.
Nocturnal air wafts mossy incense sweet
Mingling with cedar, a lone pine sighs.
O! If I could  but linger here all day
From earliest morn with rose tinted sky,
I would listen for God's voice as I pray
Though time on agitated wings doth fly.
Soughing of wind through ancient towering trees,
Heartbreaking cooing of a mourning dove,
Alone break hush of benediction's breeze
Overflowing my heart with poignant love.
O! to linger forever at this place
Far from the maddening crowd's hectic pace!



*~~Hilda~~

Bennie in White House
helping the rich get richer
while poor quickly rot

"I thought you might enjoy this dvd about St. Francis," said Emily Scott, glancing curiously about the living room which looked like it had come out of "Better Homes and Gardens". However did the Detweilers not only manage to keep everything immaculate,but afford such extravagant furniture? Which is why it would prove enlightening to know what she thought of St. Francis.
A week later she called Regina Detweiler on the phone. " Well, how was the dvd? Did you like it?"
    "Oh, it was awesome... my husband and I throughly enjoyed it."
    "You mean... you agree with his philosophies?"
     "Philosophies? Hmmm. Oh, that! Well, he-uh- lived a long time ago."

Blazing noonday sun
Relieved by a sigh of breeze
Whispering secrets
To sun dappled ancient oaks
Rustling tall meadow grass.

**~Hilda~

Cats throughout our house,
Eyes shining with love and trust;
Childlike innocence.

                                              Folks long to **** them,
                                              Grumbling how many there are,
                                              Thinking themselves God.

I gaze in their eyes
When my spirit ebbs so low
And my sad heart melts.

         **~Hilda~

Seize each golden hour
Living only for today
Cherish each moment


~Hilda~

Gold blends with strawberry hues
deepening into crimson
Kaleidoscope of colours
Shimmering fresh hope.

**~Hilda~

Day draws slowly to its close
Deepens into mauve
May thy spirit find repose
Resting in God's love

May tomorrow bloom afresh
All thy dreams come true
Let not happiness regress
Dawn shall hope renew

**~Hilda~

Breezes whispering secrets
On a balmy afternoon
Memories of bygone days
Half-forgotten now.

*~Hilda~

And the Lord opened the mouth of the donkey, and she said unto Balaam,
"What have I done unto thee that thou hast smitten me these three times?"
And Balaam said, "because thou hast mocked me I would there were a sword in my hand, for now I would **** thee."
And the donkey said unto Balaam, "Am I not thine donkey which thou hast ridden ever since I was thine unto this day?was I ever wont to do so unto thee?" And he said,"Nay."
And the angel of the Lord said unto him, "Wherefore hast thou smitten thine donkey these three times? behold I went out before thee because thy way is perverse before me. And the donkey saw me and turned from me these three times: unless she had turned from me , surely now also I had slain thee and saved her alive."