Author Archives: Emerging Bird

by ST O Thou Savior, be my Guide Against the tempest and the tide; Comfort me, and keep me warm, Calm my soul: stretch forth thine arm. Hard they press me–open the way. Fears make a nightmare–call forth the day. The Storm leaves me cold, wet, and empty of power– Carry me! lest I failContinue reading “An Hymn”

by ST “March right upstairs and take care of it!” Not a word came in reply, but the stomping tromp up the stairs was beyond the din of any troop wearing military issue footwear. “I don’t know why I have to . . . ,” mumble was broken off when “the command-er” demanded, “What didContinue reading “March Madness”

by Susan Ternyey, 2021               Sitting beside his large, rich old mahogany desk, steel-grey eyes and hair gave an equal substantiality to the man’s composed demeanor.  He was a doctor, almost father and confessor, in the small community he’d lived for near 50 years.  Not much was new or surprising to him, but if itContinue reading “It’s My Body”

A hymn by Susan Ternyey Copyright 2019 Susan Ternyey With Joy we rise and lift our Praise To God for this new Blessed Day. New Hope, new Start, new Birth and Life, By Grace from darkness dawns new Light. With this New Year let us embrace The converting power of His Grace. Which gives usContinue reading “With Joy We Rise”

by Susan Ternyey The clock had stopped its interminable ticking, The white-haired woman smiled. At last no more its counting time Would keep her waiting, impatient as a child. Finally! She could forget the dust And the un-come visitors, Her mind could follow its wanderlust In pleasant Past Time tours. Her anxious moments had beenContinue reading “Timepiece”

A Victorian Tale by Susan Ternyey                 Nicholas was mischievous. He was a nuisance.  He was unmanageable, spoiled, and so lovable, in his mischievous, nuisance, unmanageably spoiled way.                 His father knew something must be done to guide the boy aright and correct his behavior.  But Nicholas was the eldest, and the only son, andContinue reading “A Lump of Coal for Christmas:”