Monday, August 31, 2015

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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

Sunday, August 30, 2015

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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

Saturday, August 29, 2015

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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

Friday, August 28, 2015

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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

Thursday, August 27, 2015

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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

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

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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

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

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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

Monday, August 24, 2015

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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

Sunday, August 23, 2015

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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

Saturday, August 22, 2015

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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

Friday, August 21, 2015

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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

Thursday, August 20, 2015

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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

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

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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

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

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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

Monday, August 17, 2015

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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

Sunday, August 16, 2015

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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

Saturday, August 15, 2015

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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

Friday, August 14, 2015

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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

Thursday, August 13, 2015

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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

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

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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

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

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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

Monday, August 10, 2015

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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

Sunday, August 9, 2015

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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

Saturday, August 8, 2015

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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

Friday, August 7, 2015

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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

Thursday, August 6, 2015

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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

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

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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

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

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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

Monday, August 3, 2015

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I play the piano,
Though not very well,
I’m just a beginner, you see.
Perhaps if you close,
Then open your eyes
We’ll both be in
For a big surprise.
I’m seated now 
At a concert grand,
Every so gently
Touching the keys:
Now, for an evening
That’s sure to please !
— Garry D. Kilbourn

Sunday, August 2, 2015

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Down the winding path
Beneath the spreading elm
A cozy nook, my secret place
I’ve made my very own;
That is, until I’ve grown.
Here I’ve learned to be myself,
To take the time to think;
Time to reason and time to see
The person that God
Has meant me to be.
— Garry D. Kilbourn