Ask Him

Ask Him

Together we did talk

As I sought to understand

He showed me on our walk

Exactly what God planned

Jesus took me by the hand

To a place called Calvary

He opened up my eyes to see

How those who ask Him will receive-

“Remember Me” asked the thief.

Christ did—and still does, to all who believe.

Julie Pisacane © 2009




Ask, and it shall be given
you; seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
Matthew 7:7

Thy Word

In Golden Meadows

In Golden Meadows

In golden meadows, the wind doth blow
Among flowers and trees, a silent flow
Blessing God’s earth, and majestic sky
Where birds always sing while soaring high
Perpetual breeze will come and go
Comforting presence this we know.


It has been with us since long ago,
Moving at dawn and when the sun sinks low
Playing in fields and under trees where we dream
In golden meadows.

Cooling us off as we run to and fro
Carefree like us, with no troubles though
Lifting our spirits way up high
That we can laugh and smile without asking why
We run with the wind, where the wildflowers grow
In golden meadows.

Julie Pisacane © 2009

Someone Cared To Write

The mail arrived early today
An envelope traveled
A very long way
Someone cared to write
and share with me
their heartfelt thoughts
and poetry.

Before I sit down to see
Words that were written for me
I'll get to my favorite chair
handling my letter with care
Then open it up carefully.

Great joy it is to receive a note
That came from a very far place
A message written tenderly
That would help to make
A smile on my face.

Someone cared to write to me
And now I'll do the same
I'll pen a letter in return
to my beloved friend
Send it out with warmth and love
And gladly sign it with my name.

Julie Pisacane © 2009

True Blue

True Blue

My heart remembers the tender glow
Of the deep caring eyes that have watched me grow.
From the time I was a baby, until the time I had my own
Eyes of bright blue remained attentive to me
Til’ I was fully grown.

He would let me climb up
The cherry blossom trees
In the nearby park
Just doing as I please.

Dad would take my picture indoors and out
Zooming in on a smile or a smirk
And at times he would
Capture my pitiful pout.

We would walk and talk –
On our way to church
He listened to my questions
As I’d ask about this life in my
Curious search.

Forever in my heart is a picture I hold
Of my gentle father who raised me
With love, and warmth
In such abundance
That I have never felt cold.

The deep caring eyes that
Have watched me grow
Are the true blue kind
A rare and priceless find-
He’ll never know
How much he
Has blessed
Me so.

I love you , Dad.

Julie Pisacane © 2009

To See Jesus

To See Jesus

The crowd was large
And Zacchaeus was small
His little legs ran to find
A towering tree so tall.


Up would be the only way
To see Jesus on that day
Zacchaeus, climbed upon a tree
And there his eyes did finally see.


Jesus was already aware
of the quiet , joyful stare
and looked up toward Zacchaeus
eye to eye - a perfect prayer.


A welcomed guest would Jesus be
in the house He came to save
a sinner who needed to be free
And lifted from the hand of the grave.



Luke 19: 9 And Jesus said unto him,
This day is salvation come to this house,
forsomuch as he also is a son of Abraham


Based on Luke 19:1-10


Julie Pisacane © 2009

Autumn Trees



Are the Autumn trees now awake...

Casting reflections upon the lake?

Orange, yellow, colorful trees,

Delight in the air of a lingering breeze.

Sunlight waltzes straight down the lines

Of the groves filled with fresh-scented Pines.

The trees God made have a special voice,

Listen carefully and you'll hear them rejoice.

Picnic under them in their cool shade,

Where favorite memories never fade.

The trees of Autumn are a blessing for all,

Adding their brilliance to the season of Fall.


Julie Pisacane ©