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, http://bwfaithministry.blogspot.ca ;  WhimsiGals and Prose,  http://whimsiland.blogspot.ca.

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Every year

In early fall

WhimsiLanders,

One and all,

Come together

In festive wear

‘Neath Tower Clock

In market square.

Sheaves are gathered,

Nature’s bounty bestowed;

In loving reverence,

We give thanks

For God’s care.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Fond memories

In me awaken

As I look upon you now:

Aging whitewash walls

'Neath sheltering thatch;

A humble, yet noble

Earthly creation

At one with all of nature.

More than a simple cottage

On a quiet country lane;

’Tis a magical place, where

Mind and body become lost

In spiritual enlightenment.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Come with me 

To the land

Of childhood dreams,

Where everything’s real

Or not as it seems.

We’ll laugh and we’ll play

Together as friends,

And I’ll carry you off

To who knows

Where it ends.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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O wise little owl

Of forest and fen,

Of fabled

Nocturnal renown,

Didst thy nightly flight

On this moonlit night

Take thee to 

WhimsiLand Town?

We pray ’tis so,

For where’er you go

In your wondrously

Wisdomly way,

All’s well:

We know;

We can tell.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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’Tis an oft-told tale

From the mists of time

How WhimsiLand menfolk,

Beleaguered at sea,

Were guided to safety

By a light in the sky.

None knew its source

And none wondered why;

Faith was their life line,

Their spiritual guide:

For this we give thanks,

In this we take pride.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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The raindrops

And the puddles

I welcome

As my friends

For you see

I’ve donned

My wellys

And I’m sheltered

‘Neath my brolly.

All’s well with

This Li'l Gal

Blessed with

Nature’s bounty.

Thank you God,

You’ve made my day

By golly!

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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The thunderous roar

Of the falls

Is but a harbinger

Of what beholds

The tumultuous

Cascading of the

Onrushing flow.

Whence its origin?

Whence this

Rock-strewn canyon?

I can but marvel

At God’s wonders.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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That I, dear God,

Might bask

In your creation,

The majesty

Of your loving hand

That so bespeaks

The wonder

Of my soul.

In humble reverence

I can but give thanks.

—- Garry D. Kilbourn

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In awe I stand within

This wondrous

Cathedral of the sky,

Eyes uplifted, seeing,

Though speechless;

Hearing words

Never to take form

Midst the immense grandeur

Of God’s own hand.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Yield to the allure

of God’s own hand,

To the majesty and

Mystery of nature.

Dare to tread

My carpeted floor

‘Neath the haunting

Stillness of my

Sunlit bower.

Give thanks 

For God’s presence,

For His humbling call.

With gladdened heart,

Give thanks to all.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Do you see the rainbow’s

Symphony of colours

Dancing in the sky,

And wonder why?

It’s nature’s harmony of Being

In God’s own wondrous Way:

This is what we are seeing.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Some say I look quite angelic

With my hair done up in braids.

I thank them politely

And say with a smile

I like my hair this way,

Especially when I’m 

With my friends at play.

While skipping or biking

Or just having fun

I’m always aware

That God’s at my side

And I’m quick to give thanks

I’m in His care.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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When I know it’s good
And I know it’s right,
I hip-hop with God
To my delight.
When I speak the Truth
From a Source of Love,
I know the message
Is from God above.

— Bonnie L. Woodard

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One day,

If I work really hard

I’ll dance on stage

Before the Queen:

That’s my dream.

She will not know it’s me

Who thrills to her presence,

But I’ll know it’s she

Who will cause my soul to soar.

With God as my helpmate;

He in whom I trust,

I can do no more.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Pray, do wish me well:

It’s opening day

For the codfish run,

A welcoming day

‘Neath a late winter sun.

With the lake now free

Of winter ice, the water

As cold as can be,

All’s well — it’s nature’s way,

Though I know in my heart

’Tis God; He alone

Who is the Way.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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As I stand before you

Just being me

I pray that this,

More than anything,

Is what you see.

The song I’m singing,

As though from above,

Is my soulful plea:

My heartfelt cry,

To all God’s children;

We who are one,

To know deep within

His joyful love.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I’m on my way,

I know not where,

Thoughts adrift

In the summer air.

The garden swing

Awaits me — yes!

That is how

I’ll start my day,

There, midst nature’s 

Peaceful sighs,

What better way

To start the day.

There, alone with God,

I’ll give thanks

And quietly pray.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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’Tis my friend

About to marry;

I’m the bridesmaid,

Not the bride,

Though I too

Will feel a princess

While standing

By her side.

In your presence,

Dear God,

I ask and I pray

Your blessings to bestow

On we, your loving children;

Blessings only you can know.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Seated quite happily 

In my favourite chair

You see me,

Though my thoughts 

Aren’t there.

I’m thinking of God

From my true inner Being,

And yes,

Of His goodness and love:

Would it were this

You are seeing.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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There may be a few

With the age-old view

That candy is bad

For the tummy.

Personally,

I find it quite yummy.

If I may be so bold

We’re never too old

To enjoy a bit of confection.

A sweet now and then

Will not go amiss,

Like someone you love

Blowing a kiss.

I like to think, dear God,

Your thoughts are mine:

I pray what I’ve said 

Is perfectly fine.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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You needn't ask

If I'm having fun

Rattling a fence

In the noonday sun.
You can easily see
I'm a carefree kid,

Just being me.

It's what kids do
When allowed to be.
Together, at dinner,
In reverence all,
We'll thank God
For His presence,
His loving care:
It's this I love best,
It's this we all share.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I’ve a walking stick

Of the thorny

Blackthorn tree,

As you yourself

May readily see,

We talk as we walk,

It’s just our way

Though I know

In my heart

It’s really God

Having a say.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Be still, quiet the mind,

Let your thoughts

Be one with mine

That, together,

We may proclaim

Our ONENESS

In the presence of God,

Sense your new-found peace,

Your heartfelt joy,

A lightness of Being.

Give thanks,

Always give thanks.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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In awe of your beauty,

My flowering friends,

I can but give thanks 

To God.

’Tis He, I know,

Who lets me see

That you and I and He

Are one in all of nature’s

Wondrous bounty.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Enshrined in the purity
Of your light, dear God,
I can but see your face
In these, your little children.
How else such gentle innocence;
Such meekness, goodness and love?
Thank you, God:
You have given me everything.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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If I look all perplexed
I suppose I am,
My thoughts all a-jumble,
Catch-as-catch-can.
Don’t be alarmed,
I’m really okay
I’m feeling God’s presence
Again today.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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As I sit amidst my thoughts

In quiet repose,

Time, and all that seemed to matter,

Slips away.

The happiness I feel,

I think you’ll sense,

Is O, so wonderful

And O, so very real.

God and I are talking;

I know He hears my thoughts.

How else could my whole Being

Be so filled with love?

I know it’s true,

And you do too,

For this is what you’re seeing.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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This time, I knew,

From the sound of 

The bat on the ball,

I’m headed for home;

But that’s not all.

Mindful that this is

Firstly, a game of fun,

I stepped up to bat,

This thought in mind:

Dear God, Thy will be done.

— Garry D. Kilbourn