Madelyn Yanchyshyn Roebling, New Jersey

Madelyn Yanchyshyn is a poet and writer who resides in Roebling, New Jersey. She has written books entitled "Enlightened Journey", "Poetic Footsteps For Children", "America Through Annals Of Time", and soon to be published, "Pending Calamity Hovers America". She has also written and composed children's songs. This poet is listed among the "Who's Who in America". Her poetic works have been published by Amherst Society, Wexford Society, and National Library of Poetry, among others. She states, "Writing gives me a great sense of fulfillment and enjoyment. Writing poetry allows me to share with others the insights gained by many of life's experiences."

Stages Many are the stages from the cradle to the grave - Diversities in journey to each of us God gave. Within each stage of journey lies paths that one can choose- Depending on the chosen path, we either gain or lose. Confusion and perplexity may sometimes come our way- Despondency and sadness may sometimes waste our day. Among each stage of journey, there's One we cannot see- Our guide and our companion near He'll always be. Giving rest when we are weary, giving joy when we are sad, Comforting and consoling, each broken heart made glad. Along this present journey looms chance for eternal wealth- Along this present journey is choice of immortal health. Deceptions and distractions along this journey lie- Illusions of elation, beckon you and I. Depending on the choice one makes determines what will be- In the stage that's soon to follow, for all eternity.

GUIDED JOURNEY Where it not for sorrow., I'd know not joy Through sickness and sorrow Came strength for tomorrow. Were it nor for sadness, I'd feel not happiness Were it not for despair, I'd know not to care. For 'twas in these deep valleys I learned how to share Getting stronger for burdens I'd soon have to bear. Were it not for these valleys I'd feel not His hand Nor would I see His perfect plan. Twas walking through hardships I learned how to stand Each time being held by His mighty hand. His hand that would lead me to higher ground- So I could give to others this peace I have found.

The Smallest Light It matters not how dark it might be Through this life's stormy sea- If we could but grasp within our sight, Just a glimpse of the smallest light. It matters not the gloom and despair If someone would only care- To help us reach a higher height With a glimpse of the smallest light It matters not though all alone And no one to call our very own- Life would seem bright if we could grasp sight, Of a glimpse of the smallest light. What darkness would flee If we could but be- The Light within the night.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Madelyn Yanchyshyn. All rights reserved.