Poetry by Mrs. Kate

Sandy Beach

Loved like Shell


I wore my shoes to walk the beach

Crushing shells beneath my feet

I liked the crackling sound they made

Crunch crunch crunch, each footfall laid.

Pausing, I picked up a shell

Perhaps a rainbow?

Who could tell?


A spectrum true

Every color, every hue

Danced before my marveling eyes

What a treasure!  What a prize!


I slipped it in my pocket

And rubbed it with my thumb

Chosen and now cherished

I felt the comfort come.


For though I’m one of zillions

A nobody for certain.

SomeOne Special picked me up,

This shattered, broken person.

He scrubbed me and He rubbed me,

Made the hidden colors glow,

Plunged me in an ocean

Of His love and made me know

If I’m rolling in the deep

Or tossed onto the sand

I’m loved like shell securely

And I’m clasped in Jesus’ hand.


Copyright 2019 by Kate Carpenter

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The Grandkids are Gone


The grandkids are gone

There’s holes in the yard

The floor needs a mop

And I am so “tard.”

The grandkids are gone

And I’m missing the hugs

The lizards and frogs

The jars and the bugs.

The grandkids are gone

And their parents are, too.

I can’t believe all

Of the work that they do.

The grandkids are gone

And my arms are bereft

Oh where are the kisses

And hugs that they left?


They’re here in my heart

They’re smeared on my face

They’re locked in my smile

And none can erase

The mem’ries we made

The horses we fed

The fish that we caught

The songs before bed.

The walks and the talks

The braiding of hair

The chocolate cake

and hearing their prayers.

And I’m counting the days

And wondering when

The Good Lord allows

Us to see them again.

The grandkids are gone

And I can’t hear a peep,

But the rumbles of love

In my heart never sleep.


Copyright 2019 by Kate Carpenter


The Carpenter family gathered from far and wide to celebrate Pastor Tim's retirement in December 2018. 

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