Little Brown Teapot

Brown betty teapot

Little Brown Teapot

©2018  Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

This little brown teapot,

 through the years,

has welcomed strangers, 

sopped up tears,

celebrated good friendships,

patched up fights,

calmed in stormy weather,

and lonely nights.

It’s been a staunch server

through all woes;

has heard about troubles

no one knows.

This little brown teapot,

without a doubt,

is more than a handle,

body and spout.

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I AM – a poem

I AM

© 2018 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

Jesus healing

I am the healer of pain-wracked souls
And the fixer of broken parts.
I am the soother of weary minds,
The one comfort for troubled hearts.
My arms are open to welcome all
Of those who are yearning to be
Sheltered from the storms of life,
Enfolded and strengthened by me.

I am the mender of shattered lives,
The breaker of earthly fetters.
I am the finder of long-lost souls,
Forgiver of life-long debtors.
I long to gather my dear ones home
And rejoice with all who will come
For I have prepared a banquet feast
With enough places for everyone.

The Designer

falling_snow_trees

The Designer
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

The fall fashion show is done;
The trees have all disrobed,
Shed their scarlet raiment,
Their glitt’ring jewels of gold.
Divested of their glamour,
They stand in barest array,
Awaiting the Designer
To finish his display.
Although their fall finery
Was so colourful it glowed,
It can’t be compared to
Their beauty when it’s snowed.

The First Snow

snow on front step tree

The First Snow
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

The pines are tasseled in white,
The cedars are laced with down,
The birds have quilted the lawn
With dainty stitches around.
Sometime while we were asleep
The clouds shook out their pillows
Covering Autumn’s drab remains
In sparkling, frosted billows.

A Candle Burning

candlelight #3

 

A Candle Burning
© 2017 Mollie Pearce McKibbon

 

A candle burning in the dark night
Cannot outshine my Saviour’s light.
The greatest bonfire and its glow
Compared to Jesus, will not show.
The brightest beams from our big sun
Cannot eclipse the Blessed One.
The love light from my Saviour’s eyes
Is kind, and caring, always wise.
He sees my weakness, knows my fears,
Has helped me stand and dried my tears.
And when my task here is complete,
You’ll find me sitting at his feet.