Poetry from Joan Beebe

Joan Beebe and fellow contributor Michael Robinson, older white woman in a blue dress hugging a middle aged Black man. Both have necklaces.
Joan Beebe (left) and fellow contributor Michael Robinson

A rose has beauty

and sending it to someone

has a message so caring.

A thank you for friendship,

and being always there.

What more could one ask.

So I leave with a prayer

And may blessings pour down

That we will share the roads of life

And remember the rose that will

Help us through strife.

Blessed Mother, you are the Patroness and Guardian Of this country.  We are the fruit of His Spirit.

Please be our advocate and ask your Son to help His suffering world. May He give the research and scientific people that sudden extra gift of reasoning that will help them find the way to stop this horrible virus.

You are with the Lamb of God and together you may bring Peace, Health and loss of fear to God’s people.

A Time of Stillness


Neat nice homes standing side by side –Where there used to be neighbors mowing the lawn,

Resting quietly in the shade of an old maple tree,

Waving to neighbors who are also in their yard and some taking walks through the neighborhood.


The area now seems like a ghost town.  A few cars sit idle in driveways and no one visible through windows of the homes.  Arising in the middle of the Night and looking through your window is sad and disturbing.  The quiet of the night seems like you are alone in a field of grass with the light from a shadowy moon enveloping you in a time of yesteryear. It is taking you back to a time of youth, laughter and living a family life of love.


The present is now when we hope and pray that the dangerous and fearful virus of COVID19 will be erased from every part of this world.
The present is now when we hope and pray that the dangerous and fearful virus of COVID19 will be erased from every part of this world.