Sunday, December 11, 2016

Dear Friends,

We have good news … in keeping with the spirit of this Advent season as a time of expectant waiting and preparation — we have been ‘seeking,’ ‘knocking,’ and ‘listening’ to which we heard — “you must close a door to allow a new door to open,” “STOP,” and “Know Me”.  

As of today we are ‘on sabbatical' so to speak. To this end, “with Faith in God a place to stand” we press on with great anticipation of newness and learning!

For the next season we invite you to visit our ministry blogs: Scripture and Reflection, ;  WhimsiGals and Prose,

Thank you, each and every one of you, for your encouragement and feedback over these many years of ministry !

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !!

With our love and tidings of great JOY,
Bonnie and Garry 

“… Choose my instruction rather than silver, and knowledge rather than pure gold …”

— Proverbs 8:8-11 New Living Translation

Monday, November 28, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 92

Some think it a fable,
How could it be true?
There’s a land somewhere
In this whole wide world
Where everyone and everything
Is given its due, its loving care;
Nowhere is there hunger,
None without love;
All within WhimsiLand,
Strangers alike,
In God’s own way
Live but to share;
Are here to stay.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

Sunday, November 27, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 91

With but a few 
Deft strokes
Of pencil and brush
My likeness; that is
The real me, is here
For all to see.
In awe, the artist’s 
Cry rings true:
“It’s not of mine,
But God’s own hand
That gave me you.”
— Garry D. Kilbourn

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 90

No doubt by now
You will have guessed
Today I’m wearing
My Sunday best.
The ornamental garland
You see in my hair
Is much-loved WhimsiLand
Traditional wear
To honour those
Who’ve gone before;
Whose values are those
We daily adore:
“Do unto others
As you would have them
Do unto you.”
’Tis God’s voice
We are hearing
And know it is true.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 89

Come, walk with me
Through the woods.
We need not go far
To feel a warming light;
To hear nature’s silent cry
That so becalms the soul
And tells us we are one
With All.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

Sunday, October 30, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 88

As I look upon you
My heart grows still
With overwhelming love;
A love, I sense, we share.
Am I, dear God,
To see Your wondrous love,
Your abiding care
For this, Your child,
That I may know
Such Love for one another?
— Garry D. Kilbourn

Sunday, October 23, 2016

a little book of prose-poetry ... 87

I’m on a happiness stroll,
Heart filled with gladness
And light in my soul:
I’m free, just being me,
Immersed in God’s grace;
The heavens ablaze
In the noonday sun.
What I’m sensing
And what I’m seeing
Is the face of God
In Nature’s Being.
— Garry D. Kilbourn