Road Trippin’ – Schulenburg, Tx


Facebook post June 17, 2017……

I heard the organ from outside…….
I entered the church and heard singing; thinking how nice to have a recording for visitors.
I stood at the alter and listened for several minutes, thinking I was alone…..
I turned to leave……
The Father of the church was singing in the balcony of this historical church.
The most beautiful, acoustic sound.
It was an emotional experience for me…..


Saints Cyril and Methodius Church, Dubina, TX

My one day adventure to Schulenburg, Tx to tour the historical painted churches was a day of sweet serenity.

What better way to start a tour of churches than stopping first at a winery; after all they were Catholic churches! Like most of these vineyards, they are in the middle of nowhere and The Whistling Duck was no different. I drove my little red Focus 8 miles down a red rock road; not meeting one other car. I’ve said it once (or twice) and I’ll say it again……..so thankful for my little cellular device; without it I wouldn’t be able to find these delightful vineyards. The owners are always so friendly and willing to talk about their wines. I visited 2 other vineyards on this adventure; Majek…..where they do their tastings in shot glasses……Texas style! And Moravia…….unfortunately I was not impressed with this winery or the staff and that’s all I’ll say about that. This adventure was focused on the churches……

Saints Cyril and Methodius Church on FM 1383 in Dubina, Tx was built in 1876, destroyed by a hurricane in 1909 and rebuilt and painted in 1912 (according to Google). It was the smallest and quaintest of the churches I visited that day.

Photos below by Jeri Shivers


Second being St. John the Baptist Catholic Church, Schulenburg,Tx (Ammansville)
Built in 1918
Painted in 1919
Photos below taken by Jeri Shivers


Third being Nativity of Mary Blessed Virgin, Schulenburg, Tx (High Hill)
Built in 1906
Painted in 1912
Photos below take by Jeri Shivers


Fourth being St. Mary’s Church of Assumption, Flatonia, Tx ( Praha)
Built in 1892
Painted in 1892
Photos below taken by Jeri Shivers


(I was not able to enter St. Mary’s, their sign said “closed for mass”)

While approaching the small church of Saints Cyril and Methodius, I heard the most beautiful singing, in Latin I assumed; it wasn’t English. It was a lovely sound out in the middle of nowhere.

There is something so pristine and surreal about entering an empty church alone……..

I entered the church quietly so as not to disturb anyone.

Who? The heavens?

I was alone……

The church was meticulously hand-painted in blue and white. No stained glass, only frosted windows. This church was filled with light. There were barred doors between the small foyer and the sanctuary. The doors were pulled together but unlocked, so I went in. I touched the walls and inspected the handy work of the painting. I ran my hands along the old pews. I admired the statues of the Virgin Mary and the Crucifixion. I walked along the alter, but didn’t approach the pulpit. I stood for several minutes admiring the huge sculptures behind the pulpit where the sermons are given. All the while listening to the beautiful singing and remembering my grandmother who was a devoted Catholic. It made me smile.

My heart filled with emotion when I turned to leave. At no time did I expect to see anyone else in the church; I thought I was alone.

But there standing in the balcony of this beautiful small church was the Father. Singing like a beautiful songbird with so much clarity and volume, I thought it was a recording. The acoustics were amazing.

I stood in shock for a fraction of a moment. Feeling a little guilty, I felt I had disturbed his praise time. He never stopped singing as I walked quietly back down the aisle. As I disappeared under the balcony and into the small foyer…….the singing stopped.

A surreal moment in time.

As I sat in my car trying to gather my thoughts and write a post for my Facebook page about what just happened; the Father emerged from the church. I watched as he climbed into his Toyota Tacoma pickup……..a pickup I had not noticed when I drove up half an hour earlier.

He drove away.

This time I really was alone; asking myself, “Did that really just happen?”
And yes; it was a twilight zone experience that most people may not “get”……..

but it totally got to me.

I couldn’t begin to write about the other churches I visited. They were bigger, grander and more intricate, but none of them affected me the way this little historical church did. Imagine my surprise to discover (while looking for the correct dates about the churches) this little church is to be viewed from the foyer BEHIND the barred doors. Full access is only allowed by the occasional guided tour and mass on Saturdays and Sundays.

I had special privileges that day.

“Zen” (Tanka)


Meditation time
where all of the world’s tuned out
silence overtakes
it’s but for just a moment
beauty in it’s presentness

“Morning Thunder”


I love the sound of thunder
rattling my window panes
It’s rumble so soothing
I just may stay in bed all day.
Or maybe I’ll sit and watch
the rain from my patio doors
Or ride to the beach
and watch it beat upon the shore.
Or maybe I’ll just stay
under my covers a little longer
Listen to the thunder
as its rolling’s getting stronger.
Close my eyes and drift
in and out of peaceful slumber
Snuggled in my covers
listen to the early morning thunder.

“Ball Of Fire”


Ball of fire
breaks the horizon
lights up the sky.
Giving salvation
relieves the darkness
blazing flight.
Dancing sparks
ignite the water
burns the night.
Blinds the morning
glorious day
heavenly light!


Jimmies on the Pier, Galveston, TX

“Red Lipstick”


I twirl it in my fingers,
it’s my red lipstick;
I push back the tears
before lining my lips.
Talking to myself
’cause no one else is here;
“What’s wrong with me?”
I ask the reflection in the mirror.
“Can you be more specific?”
asks the person that I see.
“Why am I alone?
What’s wrong with me?
I know I’m getting older;
but I’m really not that bad.
I’ve gained a little weight,
but really I’m not fat.
Is there something missing?
Something I don’t see?
What’s it all about?
What’s wrong with me?”

I squint at my mirror
not liking what I see,
the lights are so evil
the ones at my bathroom sink.
The truth is there
it’s staring straight at me
every wrinkle, every line;
all so plainly seen.
“Hello in there!
I know you hear me!
Always so talkative,
now you won’t speak…..”

“I try to tell you;
but you don’t listen.
You worry about nonsense
instead of what your missing.
Stop dwelling on things,
letting life pass you by.
Sands of time don’t stop,
don’t even try.
Put on your red lipstick
embrace the day;
don’t be afraid,
say the things you want to say.”

I get close to my mirror;
face to face.
I see all my flaws,
with my finger I trace.
I twirl it in my fingers,
it’s my red lipstick;
I push back the tears
before lining my lips.

“Prism Heart”


Fragmented heart,
held by grace;
pieced together
like inticate lace.
Where once was whole
it’s chipped away;
quietly leaving
much empty space.
Broken vessel
all cracked and stained;
gently seeping
years of pain.
Through the cracks
of an empty place
beams of light
fill the space.
It’s been broken
and slightly abused;
a heap of rubble
perfectly used.
Reflective colors
through shattered glass;
a prism shines
through all the cracks.

Writing Challenge 2


After many months of writing dormancy due to brain disorganization because of to much shit in my head………..new job, new town, new home, new grand babies, no friends, no TV, no family, no closet space, leaving stuff behind, whata I do with this, whata I do with that; blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!!!!

STOP THE MADNESS!!!

I have once again committed myself to using a monthly calendar of daily photo challenges (thank you fatmumslim.com) for my writing. Each day has a word or phrase and it allows me to focus my writing on that one word or phrase instead of being all over the place. It worked before and it’s working again!!

The title of the poems are the word or phrase from the calendar for that day. I find it fun, refreshing and challenging at times. And thats what I’m looking for.

“Big”

It rolls slowly
never makes a sound;
insignificant to most.
Shiny and bright
it speaks loudly;
but never says a word.
Silence so loud
disturbing those around;
they can only see.
One wet tear
seems so small;
but yet so big.

“Red Light”


I caught a red light
on my drive to work;
in a sub-division.

I watched a young mother
cradle her baby;
the sitter came to meet them.

She kissed his head
I could hear her say;
“Oh, I love you”.

She slowly hands him over
he smiles his sweet smile;
he knows the sitters face.

One last long kiss
she turns to leave;
she quickly waves goodbye.

The sitter stands waiting
she waves his little hand;
they watch her leave the drive.

Nostalgia fills my car
I kiss my baby goodbye;
the red light turns to green.

Haiku – “Self Portrait”


Her hair’s hanging loose
beach gypsy in high heeled shoes –
a hot southern mess

“On My Shelf”


It’s built in ~
the only one I have,
holds some little treasures
I look at day to day.

A jar with little shells
I collect from off the beach,
a dollar store sign
that says to always dream.

A cross I painted from Goodwill
reminds me of my faith,
four wine bottle stoppers,
just a few that I collect.

Two “message in a bottle”
I found lying on the shore,
I refuse to break the seal;
and ruin all their charm.

A little glass fish
I bought for just a buck;
a less than perfect sand dollar
I say will bring me luck.

The flea market plate
that says “Made in Mexico”,
the antique bottles
I find and keep bringing home.

Trashy little treasures
everyday, ones I see;
one little shelf,
that’s just a reflection of me.

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