Ann Worndl

Brampton, Ontario

Ann has been an artist/poet since early childhood. She was born and educated in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. She is married to John Worndl of Salzburg, Austria. She is the mother of four children and the grandmother of eleven children. Although, she received some recognition as an artist and poet, she said her greatest accomplishment came in raising an especially fine family. My time as a "stay at home Mom" was probably the most productive and creative period of my life. Inspiration came from my children whose purity of heart is reflected in much of my poetry.

Gift To the Newborn

Wealth isn't mine to share with you,
nor would you want my gold
to buy the earthly things.
But let me give you something given me
by one whose gentle hand
would bring you love
for all eternity.
Open your heart and take this gift from Him
who came so close when I was born
that He rubbed off
and left me with enough of Him
to share my legacy with 'kings.'.

Jasper's Mountain Man

They call him "Old Man Mountain" or
"La Roche Bonhomme", whichever you prefer.
Lying still, supine, oblivious of wind and rain,
ever sleeping, free of pain.
The sun lights up his handsome profile for awhile,
then gently falling snow adds sparkle
to his stretched-out frame.
Is he the guardian angel of this town, I muse,
or perhaps a native son at rest on a rocky crest.
Whoever he is meant to be,
he is he essence of tranquility,
a product of the Master Artist at His best.

Martyr

Lord take my hand
and let them understand
why I must die.
Teach them excellence
that they must strive for
the reason I must die for.
Show them gentleness,
and, in your omnipotence,
let them see why.
Rid them of violence,
let them feel strength
in their silence
but help them to try.
I ask that you blind them
to color of skin.
Dear God, unwind them
from hatred within.
Teach them to cry.
Release them from platitudes
to reach for beatitudes
that are passing them by.
I feel your hand Lord.
I have the grace to understand Lord
why I must die.