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MARY'S YES
Mary, sweet and pure, how your heart must have feared,
when suddenly Gabriel appeared.
But you listened and said yes.
For your deep love of God,
you would do your best.
You placed your life in God's hands.
And trusted to serve and help fulfill His plan.
You were not even granted the quiet peace,
of birthing at home, but instead in a stable of farm beasts.
But still your heart was full of wonder and joy,
at holding our Savior, your tiny, baby boy.
When Jesus was there in your arms,
did your heart worry how to keep Him from harm?
When you held and kissed His tiny hands,
did you know they would be pierced with nails for the sins of man?
As you watched Jesus grow strong and tall,
did you know He was to be a Savior for us all?
The bible tells how you pondered things in your heart,
did you know your yes to God would help give mankind a new start?
Mary, sweet and humble, God made you our Heavenly Mother for all.
Help us to learn to trust God and always say yes to His call.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech 12/21/05
Eternal Carpenter
How blessed the human hands that taught Jesus how to build from wood.
Though in our Heavenly Father's Heart, He was with Him as God created each plant that
stood.
How blessed the homes that held tables or chairs where Jesus's loving hands had lain.
A lifetime of meals eaten on the very furniture our dear Savior had planed!
And how Jesus must have been sadden to know soon in the time ahead.
That on His Father's own creation, mankind would see Him dead.
But Jesus also knew what His complete obedience would attain.
And must have felt great joy in knowing the souls for His Father, His sacrifice would
gain.
He still builds for His Father from the many hearts of wood.
A gift of turning the wayward, broken or harden, to the Truth and strengthens our
own good.
For now in His heavenly kingdom, Jesus, still remains a carpenter, an eternal role.
His love sands away the selfishness, His forgiveness strips away all stains of sin.
His mercy straightens the warped and by His healing makes human hearts whole.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
04/17/2005
Disquiet
The clouds are broken, the sun's rays peek through.
I am puzzled why I feel so weary, no real reason to.
I wish I had more energy, my bones did not ache.
As time robs youth this is the price aging takes.
But mostly I long for peace, the assurance of hope.
Knowing I have done and am doing Your will to cope.
Life has no crisis now but the clouds I still sense.
Is it past trials or something ahead making me tense?
Daily movement has no changes, it is steady and strong.
Disquiet is still waiting for that something to go wrong.
Lord, ease my worries and calm my unfounded fears.
Lift the sorrow from a turbulent soul You hold dear.
Grant serenity and direction send me Your holy grace.
Encourage an unsure heart it is truly in the right place.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
07/29/2007
Immerse Me Lord
I am wretched and totally alone,
longing for the best way home.
Worry in my mind would cease,
if my heart had calming peace.
I long for guidance and direction,
finding the path to true perfection.
Remove the veil of evil's blight,
cleanse me in Your holy light.
As flowers thirst for rain's embrace,
my soul longs for quenching grace.
Offering this poor heart of mine,
hide me in Your wounds Divine.
To believe in mercy from above,
immerse me, Lord, in saving love.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
04/27/2008
Melting Despair
Just finished reviewing dozens of poems.
Sadly much darkness filled the muses tones.
Wishing to see the despairing images flee.
I read on, searching for words to uplift me.
Hate, broken love, death and agony unfold.
All range of ages created a bitter mold.
Are the world's hearts truly in such grief?
Stories of black emotions written for relief?
Snow piles at the window glistening with sun.
Crystal gobs melting as water they become.
God can thaw away pain like sun on snow.
So many tormented hearts would then know.
Giving strength in troubled times to cope.
God holds the darkness at bay with hope.
Jacqueline Ann Piech
02/01/2009
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 Faith
Lucifer was once a best loved angel of pure light.
Submitting to envy and fear as God shared His sight.
His enemy now, the God once deeply served and loved.
For giving mortals souls and free will, blessings from above.
Did God not realize the rejection He certainly would receive.
Mere mortals weak and lowly, not strong enough to believe.
Lucifer gathered other angels that shared the same insight.
Rebelling they could not convince God of the error of His might.
Battle lost and cast out from heaven too prideful to seek amends.
Lucifer's own fears became his whole purpose, a message to send.
To prove how wayward and psychotic was the Almighty's plan.
Corrupting and destroying grace in every soul of pathetic man.
The question being, is faith a gift of love to freely refuse or
accept?
To choose to be cast aside or lovingly nurtured and carefully kept?
Lucifer in his envy, pride and fear truly lost all love and belief.
Because God mercifully gave a perfect heart open to love or grief.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
02/07/2008
In The Quiet
The day begins, the day ends.
Work, cleaning, a note to a friend.
Walk the dogs, pay the bills.
A quick dinner with no frills.
Do up laundry, run to the store.
A sigh of relief, finished chores.
Lying in bed before sleep comes.
Stillness from chatter, worries numb.
A heart weary but full of hope.
In silence, Your wisdom to cope.
The soul is reminded You are real.
In the quiet, Your love can heal.
Jesus, You reach in and help cease.
The clutter in life and give true peace.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
02/25/2007
True Victim
Jesus, You stand before me wearing a crown of thorns.
Your hair is matted with blood coming from Your scalp.
Your eyes, ears, nose and mouth bleed onto Your beard.
Your white tunic is soaked in blood from Your hands and side.
I want to retch and cry but I stay to hear You.
Your words penetrate my soul like a sword.
"You too have added to these wounds."
Your truth is not what I want to hear.
I had come to You for comfort from unkindness.
The hurt and pain others had given to me.
Then Your wisdom teaches me what You just spoke.
Not from Nazism, slavery, world wars, terrorists,
political or religious beliefs do You alone bleed.
But You are crucified daily by our own unkindness.
Children hear when we yell at a clerk for giving wrong change.
See us cut off someone driving that failed to use a turn signal.
Listen to us gossip about co-workers or belittle a neighbor.
We make others feel less than, so we are important and secure.
Innocence is influenced and corrupted by our very actions.
As we take away faith, hope and love in a world of need.
Piercing Your Sacred Heart and Soul, the true Victim.
With insults and sarcasms while calling ourselves christian.
Forgetting or ignoring each soul is precious to You.
That You truly feel every sorrow, pain and fear of mankind.
You tell me to walk away when another screams an unkindness.
To answer if they ask why I walked away, help them when in need.
Be kind even if it is never returned or acknowledged by them.
Lean on You for strength and wisdom for comfort with these ways.
Sweet Savior, thank-you for Your unending truth and mercy.
Help me, help us all to be gentle in a world of fear and hate.
By Jacqueline Ann Piech
8/1/2007
 Book
I have written much on life's pages.
Roughly composed within fearful stages.
Confusion or anger, maybe even my pride.
Makes me wonder what is left inside.
Is this chaotic tome really God's will?
Love's sorrowful ebb and flow to fill.
Lord, You alone know the book of me.
Ink what You will, set my soul free.
Chapter my being so I can sing praise.
Forgive and heal each wrongful phrase.
Edit me in Your truth to become humble.
Sin's pages rip out, mercifully crumple.
Bind my life with Wisdom's new start.
Publish my spirit in Your loving heart.
Jacqueline Ann Piech
05/31/2009
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