a little book of prose-poetry ... 52

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 51

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 50

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 47

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 45

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 44

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