a little book of prose-poetry ... 58

May I hold you so gently

With loving care?

I’ll not disturb

The morning dew

On your gentle petals

That so fill the air

With a heavenly fragrance;

And yes, I sense love

Is your reason for being:

’Tis God who is present;

’Tis He that I’m seeing.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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O ye WhimsiGal pals,
Come, make us proud;
Joyfully, His praises sing aloud.
Now, we ask, do look within
To see the light;
His ever-present care.
Believe, have faith,
The light is there.
'Tis He whose love
Is life itself:
'Tis God in All
Whose peace we share. 

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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There we are

My rotund little friend;

It’s been so much fun

And, I’d say,

A job well done.

Look around, if you will

To yonder hill

To see other children

At play.

I see in your eyes

And can tell you’ve guessed,

Just like you, they’re pretend:

We all, you’ll agree,

Need a friend.

Thank you, God

For letting us see

That nature,

In its own special way;

She too has children at play.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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All of nature, I know
Pays heed to my soul;
Whence I come
And whither I go.
’Tis God in all nature
Whose awakened my soul,
To reveal my true calling
Where’er I go.
He’s given me purpose,
His spiritual self.
I give thanks
For His blessings
That all may share:
I give thanks for being
In His loving care.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Give me the sunshine

And fresh mountain air

Midst nature’s garden

Free of all care.

Now, with my rugged,

Reliable bike

I venture afield

Wherever I like.

I’m never alone

I’m happy to say:

God’s my companion:

He shows me the Way.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Take hold of the Hand

That awaits in the light; 

Awaken in spirit

From out of the night

To transcendence of Being

In God’s Loving Care:

He’s ever within;

Know that He’s there.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I see at a glance

From the light in your eyes

And the smile on your face

What fun it is 

On my new roller skates

To whiz down the hill

For a summertime thrill.

I hope and pray,

As I’m sure you do,

I’ll come to a stop

In the safest way.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Give of yourself

Because you care,
Give of yourself
That others may share.
Seek not approval
That others may see;
Giving, true giving,
Is God’s loving presence
In the depth
Of your soul:
Fulfilled you become;
Another made whole.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Harken, dear friend,

To what may become

A WhimsiLand scoop

As I shimmy and shake

With my hula hoop.

Headlines tomorrow

In all of the press

Will see me the winner;

At least that’s my hope

And my WhimsiGal guess.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I am she who gives

Voice to the Creator

Through Traditional 

Healing songs,

A soulful Whimsy Sister

Of the fabled

WhimsiGal Clan.

Yield to my rhythmical

Drumbeat

Yield to the song

Of my soul

Give reign to

Joy-filled emotion

Become as one 

With the Creator;

Become, with me, whole.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I need not wander far afield

To be at one with God

I take Him with me

Where’er I go

‘Neath nature’s canopy.

’Tis thus I come among my bees

To gather bounteous fare;

’Tis God in all of nature:

I know that He is there.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Who can best me at marbles,

Not many;

’Tis a game I’ve mastered

Quite well.

I happily take on all comers,

Cautioning of my adroitness

And skill.

My shooter, when fixed

Betwixt knuckle and thumb

Unerringly finds its mark,

Though I know it’s all fun;

Just a lark.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Progress, let’s bear in mind

Is not one, but two of a kind.

It may be down

Or it may be UP,

Lessons are learned either way.

As we properly should

Let us strive for the good,

For a lifetime of learning and love.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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What is a friend

If not but a shadow of yourself ?

A shadow sensed and 
Thus made real:

A spiritual likeness;

At once, a comfort and a joy.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Look at me;

Become still within.

Look into my eyes

Beyond the mask

That obscures the cries.

Look and listen

That you may truly see me.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Take hold of the lifeline

That’s given you,

It’s part of the heavenly whole.

It’s the light that is ever within you

In truth, it’s your God-given soul.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Come with me,

Know my joy,

Know God’s love

Welling up from within.

Imagine it’s you

That you see.

Listen closely,

Ever so closely

When He says,

“Be Like Me.”

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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When I take to the slopes
Midst snow-covered peaks
I ready my mind
For whatever’s to come:
Each run a challenge,
Never the same.
’Tis this that compels me
To be one with the hill,
To know the sensation
Of each run’s thrill.
Aye, the thrill of the run,
And what’s more, it’s fun !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I close my eyes 

To visualize

The light of

My soul within.

’Tis then,

Dear God,

I’m alone with you

And all my fellow-men.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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What is it, God,

You want of me ?

’Tis not my will,

But yours

That lets me see.

My life, 

My very Being

Is in your

Loving care;

Please, God,

With all you give,

Let me share.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I like to imagine
We of every nation
Will one day embrace
Sympathetic Vibration:
Divine Elixir, always and ever
Working wonders for two.
I know without asking
God means it
For more than a few !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I find myself 

In a better place

If, instead of

Talking so much,

I listen with

God-given Grace.

’Tis then, with my

Two higher senses,

My true inner

Spiritual Being,

I hear, and

I understand

what the other,

With innocent zeal,

Is not yet seeing.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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The simple act

Of being kind,

I find, begins

With the mind.

Awaken each day,

Think well of yourself

And of others too;

Let God’s loving care

Do wonders for you.

I’ve all this within me

And you do too;

God’s transforming power:

I know that it’s true.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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A WhimsiBird !

Is it really so ?

O, thank you God.

’Tis by your hand

I know we’re blest

With our dear little

Summerhouse,

Summertime guest.

Nature’s wondrous bounty,

The breezes too,

Delights in your 

Morning song.

And I know you hear,

Dear WhimsiBird,

When I too sing along.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Shall we ride together,

Just you and I ?

Shall we make-believe

We’re off on a journey

Way up in the sky ?

We’ll ride with the clouds,

Say “hello” to the sun.

Land’s near and far

Will come under our view,

We’ll send down our blessings;

Yes, more than a few.

We’re together as one,

Free of all care, and

What’s best is our knowing

God will be there.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Watermelon on ice

Is all very nice;

It refreshes

Many a soul.

I, however,

Will never say never

To a dip in the old

Swimming hole.

With never a thought

How or why

I let go of the rope

Way up in the sky.

Suspended in air

While saying a prayer

And awaiting the fall,

I hold tight to my nose

And splash into the pool:

Now that’s cool !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I’m known far and wide,

And in this I take pride

As WhimsiLand’s

WhimsiGal cellist.

Those with an ear

For the finest;

They who’ve oft

Been around,

Delight in extolling

My cello’s unusually

Sonorous, and rich

Stradivarian sound.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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If I close my eyes

And don’t ever peek

No one will see me

In hide ’n go seek.

When at last 

They stop looking

And calling my name

I’ll open my eyes

Midst joyous cries:

Glad for my new-found fame.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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WhimsiGals and WhimsiGuys

Are anyone and everyone

Sharing secrets ancient and old.

Other lessons we’re given,

These too from on high,

Teach ever and always

Do as you would be done by:

Do what you know to be right.

Such are our homey values

In a world made ever so grand:

Named but what else ?

WhimsiLand !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I now know the answer

From deep within

To the questions

Who am I, and 
How do I fit in?

Through faith alone

I know in my soul

God has plans for us all:

’Tis He who makes us whole.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Should you come upon

Sound that enraptures,

Of pure overwhelming delight,

You’ll know you’re in musical heaven,

So do settle in for the night.

The WhimsiGal Gospel Songsters

Are here at the Summer Fair.

Excitement and jubilation

Touch all, and soon fill

The warm summer air.

O to be lost in the music,

To be lost in the jubilant sound,

To rejoice in this wondrous offering;

We’re all hallelujah bound !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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It’s the First Annual

WhimsiGal’s Gala, a

Joyous and festal affair,

Where love and good wishes

For others are as breath

In our nightly prayer.

Our interests are many and varied,

We come from both near and afar,

One thing in which we’re united,

That which unites us all, is 

Love in our hearts for each other

In honouring God’s loving call.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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To some I appear

Quite quixotic, a

Fanciful, imaginative soul.

Others see a side

That’s romantic,

Though none capture

Nearly the whole.

My side that I know

To be strongest

Is one I’ve known

Quite the longest;

One that is ever my guide:

God is my all,

And I know that 

He’s close by my side.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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“You may think of me 

As someone flamboyant,

A person of conspicuous flare.

It’s just not the case,

You’re really off-base;

It’s all that I have to wear.”

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I like having God

As my friend:

As I go through the day,

And at night when I pray

He’s the smile on my face

And my happiness deep inside.

He’s my conscience;

Always and ever, my guide.

I know in my heart

We’re two become one

And I’ve known from the start

It’s ever such fun!

I like having God

As my friend.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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“I give thanks, I’m so happy,

Can you tell? Does it show?

All deep inside I’m aglow.

I’m bursting to tell,

To proclaim with delight

That my happiness comes

From God’s inner light.”

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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“The opera, I’m known to attend,

Each performance I see to the end.

The costume I wear

Is fitted with care;

A dress that will surely impress.

Alas, dear reader,

This is only a dream

Where thoughts are made real,

Or so it would seem:

The tale that I weave

Is but sleepyhead make-believe.”

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Come with me

Into a dreamy fantasy

Where all we wish

Comes true,

Where worldly cares

Slowly dim

And fade from view.

Glide with me

On glistening ice,

The dance so effortless

And O so nice.

Can you now sense

The joy in your soul?

Can you not know

What makes us whole?

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Thank you God: 

I know it’s you

Whose mystical light 

You make ever so real;

A light deep within

I so lovingly feel.

I now know my purpose,

My reason for being:

’Tis sharing with others

The love that I know;

The goodness I’m seeing.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I hear a gentle humming

As we skip along the walk;

My little rope is telling me

It’s she who wants to talk.

“Pray tell, dear friend,”

I interject, “I know

Just what you’re thinking.

You know the happiness

In my heart, the joy

That lights my soul.

Let me give thanks 

For this heavenly day:

We’ll stop, as I pray.”

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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If ever, by chance

You see at a glance

A little girl

Hippity-hopping,

Seemingly never stopping;

Pause for a moment to watch.

‘Twould be me you’d see,

A smile on my face,

Entranced in a game

Of Hopscotch.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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It’s all so exciting

And all in good fun,

The Summerfest

“Junior Miss” bicycle run.

I’ve entered the race

“Most certain to win,”

I proclaim to myself

Half in jest.

For I know in the end

’Tis not he who but wishes,

’Tis he who in truth is best.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Of Thespian skills I abound

My diction is perfectly sound.

The crowds all adore me,

I’m held in renown,

With sellout performances

In city and town.

My appearance on stage,

No matter my role

Brings thunderous applause,

Just because.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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It’s O so truly a special day;

The sun isn’t yet especially hot

And I’ve found my way

To our favourite spot.

We’ve been here before

In this sandy cove, here on

The isle’s sheltered south shore.

With shovel and pail,

My trusty old friends,

I’m setting out for adventure.

As I glance at the billowy

Clouds in the sky, and

Feel the warmth of the sun,

’Tis as God speaking softly to me,

To play, and yes, to have fun.

He knows, for I feel it, that today

I’ll be building an ever so grand,

Wonderfully marvelous

Castle of sand.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Whenever I’m in a playful mood,

And even when I’m not

I draw just for the fun of it;

You might say I draw a lot.

My best work, I know, 

Which leaves me in awe

Is when God guides my hand;

It’s then that I draw !

— Garry D. Kilbourn