Mary Jean Lane

Zapata, Texas

From early years she wanted to write but lacked the disciplines to become a serious writer, so she became an English teacher with a B.S. Sec. Ed., graduating Magna Cum Laud at 39, and then a M.S. Sec. Ed. after that. for twenty years she sought to instill in her students the importance of mastering English as a means of opening doors of opportunity in life. Besides numerous poems published in The National Library of Poetry anthologies, her unpublished works include: Mama's Classic Country Dinners, Bill Lane Remembers South Texas Oil Boom Towns and Butterfly Wings, a collection of published and unpublished poems.

Of Such Is The Kingdom Of Heaven

"No more, Mommy, no more, no more, no more!"
A helpless child cried in the dead of night
As neighbors turned to her deaf ears
And made no move to free one tortured so
With burns and bruises from her head to toe.
Later, her body found down in a ditch,
molested and a little finger broke,
Cried out in silence to a world gone mad
Where little ones are now no longer safe.
"How long, Oh Lord, " I cried, " till justice reigns?
Their numbers in the millions now are scored."
Then came to me the words from God's own Book:
"I will repay. Vengeance is mine, " saith He.
"Better a millstone and the depth of sea,
Better unnatural ones had not been born."
Their weeping soon will be an endless cry
As pangs of judgement rain down fearfully.
:"No more, no more, " they'll wail eternally,
As little ones rest safe in Heaven's love,
Mistreated then not ever and no more.

He Knows And Cares

Regardless of the day before,
Best welcome each new day
As what is best for one in life,
Accepting...come what may.

It's faith that keeps folks going on,
Not doubt and deep despair.
If things go wrong in life today,
Tomorrow can be fair.

But when that fair day doesn't come,
There's One whose always there,
To comfort and to heart our prayer,
He will that burden bear.

Poetry is....

Poetry is like butterfly wings
that are beautifully structured
and planned by their creator
into inspirational splendor

Dear One

The Lord, our God, only true comfort gives...
Can fill a void and aching emptiness,
Be a companion through each day one lives
Like that love one the living sorely miss.
He hears the agonizing prayer of grief,
Waits to enfold that one in arms of love,
Console the grieving soul and give relief
And heal that heart with blessings from above.
So do not drown your soul in dark despair,
But yield your life unto His perfect will
And know that you are ever in His care
And that your life with purpose He will fill,
Raise thoughts from deadness unto life again...
If only you invite Him to come in.