Tuesday, January 31, 2023

“…You Saved The Day…”



You saved the day 


Deeds we have seen in days past

Great things done in our time

You can hear with your ears 

But miracles seen , Believing 

Our dads and moms may have told us

Our ancestors may have told us of the great things God has done 

When you see it

Miracles start the stopped heart beating again



Solitary lives, so we think

Fresh tracks in fields of white

Recalling a friend, parent, or loved one

When we’ve been down and out, having a hard day without hope 

and they encourage, firm up, love 

We have all had those times when we say to them 

You have made my day 

“You have saved the day”



We then know God directs them and all things

The view of the vessel inside, the impasse, the hardening 

Skilled hands and eyes together mend

When you see each other, fresh the scars recall

New mercies this and every morning

Fresh tracks together on fields of white 

A solitary tree yet a second look

Two tall limbs, from one growing equally 

There will come a day when our heartbeats rest, 

but not today, not this day

“You Saved The Day”. 

Just like days past, 

days of old, of long ago (1)


You Saved The Day, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


About this Poem: You Saved The Day is about believing miracles still happen. I want to be an ancestor that tells those who follow me of the deeds God has done. My brother-in-law had open heart surgery and I was able to be at the hospital the day he had a heart cath. and it was determined he was having the surgery that same day- miracle in itself. Miracles start the stopped heart beating again. We may think we are living solitary lives, but we encourage others and we have been encouraged the same. God directs the surgeon and directs our lives as well and saves many a day, just like days of long ago. 

- Joe Holuta


(1) “With our own ears, O God, we have heard the stories our ancestors recited of Your deeds in their days, days long past—how You saved the day.”

Psalm 44:1 VOICE


Dedicated to Mitch 



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