a little book of prose-poetry ... 66

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 65

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 64

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 63

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 62

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 61

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 60

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

a little book of prose-poetry ... 59

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