Mary Ryan

Rookie (april 7,1961 / Kansas City, MO)

Mary Ryan Poems

41. Words Without Meaning 8/11/2006
42. Numb3rs 8/4/2012
43. Math 8/4/2012
44. Friends 5/9/2006
45. Love 5/9/2006
46. Ode To A Favorite Show 8/4/2012
47. Abcs Of A Poem 8/4/2012
48. Sitting In An Empty House 4/29/2006
49. America's Pride 5/9/2006
50. A Church Home 7/10/2008
51. The Scars And Stripes 7/8/2008
52. How I Shine Your Light 5/6/2006
53. Look To The Cross 4/29/2006
54. Betsy's Poem 4/29/2006
55. My Journey 5/9/2006
56. Being As A Child 7/10/2008
57. A Child's View Of God (A Pure And Simple Faith) 5/5/2006
58. The Cross & The Manger 7/10/2008
59. From Victim To Victor 5/8/2006
60. Crying 5/9/2006
61. Doors 5/1/2006
62. Kitten 8/4/2012
63. A Poet Paints Pictures With Words 4/30/2006
64. A Special Friend 5/9/2006
65. A Soldier's Prayer 4/29/2006
66. A Girl With Blue Green Hair 4/29/2006

Comments about Mary Ryan

  • Rosemary Cousins Rosemary Cousins (10/29/2012 1:40:00 PM)

    It was a blessing to meet Mary Ryan last weekend at a women's retreat. I read a peom of hers that she wrote the first evening of the retreat in just a few minutes time. It was wonderful. I don't see it posted yet but would like to read it again. She is a very special and talented lady.

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Best Poem of Mary Ryan

A Girl With Blue Green Hair

One Sunday morning I hurried on my way
And I arrived at my church ready to worship and pray
Then I saw a girl with blue-green hair
She walked away, not welcome there
I could see the tears falling down her face
I realized that I didn’t want to be in such a place
I looked at myself in my dress so neat
And then at the girl in her jeans and dusty bare feet
“Don’t be sad because you were turned away
We’ll find us a church where we both can stay”
With a smile on my face, I took her hand
And we both walked away from my church so grand
Soon a small wooden building I...

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What I Leave Behind

No one ahead to carry on my name
But I leave a legacy just the same
The gift God gave I choose to share
And opportunities come from everywhere
It's the words I write down each day
My legacy in my own special way
Poems of witness and gifts of love
Each one inspired by God above
Should He ever take my gift away

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