Tuesday, June 23, 2026

I Sit I Wait




I Sit, I Wait


Sitting on a step, I see her as I drive by
Reading a book
Outside 
House sold, empty now 
Sitting now on a step where she did when she was young 
Home where she grew up 
Read books there before when she was young
Sentimental longings for some of the past 
Mom and dad were vibrant and young
now both passed 



Another one sits and waits

A mom with an enabled son 

She waits for the school bus to drop off her son

Last day of school

She mentions the day routine 

Early to bed and rise with no relief

Dad talks of the future and how they are perplexed on direction to go

Another neighbor taking picture of children's last day of school summer break 

She snaps the photos

Waiting with sure hope of their future,

the full summer, and busyness and years ahead


Waiting at the arrivals doors 
Oh, the anticipation to see your love
Entry of the "all is new" again 
And the baggage claim
Hoping, nothing lost
Looking for your sign, each sound, each bag 
Completing the arrival 
Some to a happy journey home
Some to a continuance of some pain Or uncertainty 
Young in wheelchairs, random factors
Young running together / mom and dad looks of exasperation 
"Mountains" of baggage 

Yet the joy, oh the joy of being home 


"I realize that everything I know is only part of the big picture,

 I see in fragments now."

We sit, we wait

In so many ways and times 

Anxious waiting, waiting in despair,

Anticipation and joy, 

Waiting in good and hard times, and struggle



Waiting for the sun to set

"Infusing our souls with life"

"Long, high and deep 

Surpassing everything love"

Loving life more with every breath 

A table in the setting sun 

Gentle wind - ripples on the lake 

Fish breaks the water's surface, barriers broken 

Writing as many years before

And now, today 




About this poem: I Sit, I Wait is a poem about waiting in life as we sit with those we love through loss of family, perplexing mental and physical health challenges, dreams realized or shattered for the future for those we love. Hope is what keeps us forging ahead. As we sit, wait and pray, we gain hope and approach tomorrow! Folks like us all around are going through something we may not be aware. We take time to listen, to love, and gain strength for the journey.- Joe Holuta









Wednesday, May 27, 2026

Fringe of The Robe




Fringe of The Robe


Desperate 

If only I could touch the fringe 1

"What does desperation look like?

 What does desperation sound like?"

"I'm reaching for the hem of your garment" 2



River flowing in front of me

All of life passing  

The fleeting 

“to kind of hook some of those memories out of the kind of that river that, you know, that goes by with all your life in it.

And suddenly, it's passed you by.”3



"Who thought I'd find You at the lowest place?

Who thought You'd feel me in the crowd?"

...What a God, What a God." 4

"She went on trying where others might have stopped"5



Some bright days in her life 

all varieties of flowers blooming 

children, playing, and laughter heard

"What a God" -iza Elohim-

being sung in the distance 

12 years of weakness and loss of life


Then one day the hearing of a prophet and healer near

Faith rising up in her

if only I could touch the fringe of His garment, 

the edges of the robe stopping the crimson flow


"Who touched me" 

Jesus and the woman's eyes meet

She remembers her dreams from younger days

"Something like scales fell from her eyes and she could see" 6

Healing reflected in her eyes and life

Trembling, now, before Him


Joy,

Joy 

"Only God can do such things."

"Only God can do such things!" 

Reaching, touching the fringe, the edge

Consoled and covered by the robe of Jesus


About this poem: Fringe of The Robe is a poem about desperate prayer and faith when we need God to act in our lives when we've exhausted all other options. There have been times in my life when anxiety or even panic sets in and it is hard for me to see a solution or to see clearly- trusting and being in faith that Jesus still comforts and heals today and trusting the Holy Spirit to move in my circumstances in a way that reveals The Father's love and overarching care and plan. I want to have faith and be desperate as the woman who wanted to be healed knowing she had no other hope- and reach for the fringe, touch the edge of the crimson robe of Jesus. - Joe Holuta

1

Luke 8:43-48 Living Bible 
43-44 As they went a woman who wanted to be healed came up behind and touched him, for she had been slowly bleeding for twelve years, and could find no cure (though she had spent everything she had on doctors). But the instant she touched the edge of his robe, the bleeding stopped.
45 "Who touched me?" Jesus asked.
Everyone denied it, and Peter said, "Master, so many are crowding against you...."
46 But Jesus told him, "No, it was someone who deliberately touched me, for I felt healing power go out from me."
47 When the woman realized that Jesus knew, she began to tremble and fell to her knees before him and told why she had touched him and that now she was well.
48 "Daughter," he said to her, "your faith has healed you. Go in peace."


Luke 8:43-48 Amplified Bible 
43 And a woman who had [suffered from] a hemorrhage for twelve years a [and had spent all her money on physicians], and could not be healed by anyone, 44 came up behind Him and touched the fringe of His outer robe, and immediately her bleeding stopped. 45 Jesus said, "Who touched Me?" While they all were denying it, Peter ' [and those who were with him] said, "Master, the people are crowding and pushing against You!" 46 But Jesus said,
"Someone did touch Me, because I was aware that power [to heal] had gone out of Me."
47 When the woman saw that she had not escaped notice, she came up trembling and fell down before Him. She declared in the presence of all the people the reason why she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed. 48 He said to her,
"Daughter, your faith [your personal trust and confidence in Me] has made you well. Go in peace (untroubled, undisturbed well-being)."

https://www.esv.org/Matthew+9:20%E2%80%9322;Mark+5:25%E2%80%9334;Luke+8:43%E2%80%9348/


2 . After Your Heart

Tiffany Hudson spontaneous worship 


https://open.spotify.com/track/324EwQ35nzBOuVRKL1wFgg?si=WK1sUzsMR1eBRB3SzlHERA


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From Kelly Corrigan Wonders: Go To - Christy Turlington Burns and Bono Talking Moms, May 8, 2026

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/kelly-corrigan-wonders/id1532951390?i=1000766757365&r=685


4.

What A God

Bobby Walker / Brunes Charles / Chelsea Plank / Kenzie Walker / Roosevelt Stewart

Capitol CMG Publishing, Essential Music


https://open.spotify.com/track/5IB4ugsKzjD4hWuIEFZtAE?si=TvDrA-FvRea-f7J9hXicMA



5. *Gordon Parks speaking of Gloria Vanderbilt "She went on trying where others might have stopped"



6. "At that instant, something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes, and he could see."

 Acts 9:17-19 VOICE - So Ananias went and entered the house - Bible Gateway




Monday, April 13, 2026

I hurry to the hill


 I hurry to the hill


I hurry to the hill to see the last of the sun setting 

A brisk walk -I don't want to miss it


Spring blossoms in the sky high

fragrance in the air throughout the woods


The windswept path clear of fall leaves 

New greens sprouting everywhere


Muffled sounds of fast cars and motorcycles in a distance

Me on a calm, quiet trail


I guess all are rejoicing in the spring and the sunshine

As we rush to see the sunset on the hill or the new dawn of day



About this poem: I hurry to the hill is a poem about a walk to the woods near sunset. It was also a day when the tulips in our yard were at the peak color and growth. Easter joy fresh on my mind. The Hill of Calvary could not hold Jesus's life in the ground but through his death and being raised to life meant new life for me! Fresh thoughts of so many years ago April 17th, 1982, when My Life, my sins, were washed clean and even now to this day and the sure hope of life eternal. - Joe Holuta


And I heard this worship song that sealed this beautiful walk and day!


Hill of Grace









Sweater


Sweater's warmth and this heart of mine beating


The warmth

An early morning 

Hair not yet in my pony

A sweater, a warmth, a security, and fresh spring blossoms' fragrance

Hurrying to say so long



Running alongside the fence 

"I chase"

like so many before me

Waving so long

Hearts beating fast

Not wanting to see them go



My legs not quite running as fast as my heart beating to my loves, those leaving

I wave 

I hope 

I wait 



I take a deep breath

Inhale deeply the sweater's weather fragrance 

I'm held close, warm home ahead 

I'm held with the memories and those that love me and I them



About this poem: Sweater's warmth and this heart of mine beating is a poem about our granddaughter walking outside with Nana's sweater. She was running with her dad, holding his hand, to say goodbye to her cousins driving the car up the road. Her legs and heart going as fast as they could to wave and "chase the car", as she exclaimed, as she said goodbye. We have done the same gesture over the years. So hard to see those you love leave, after having a wonderful time together! My heart was beating for both of them as they captured this memory together. - Joe Holuta


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