Creative Corner
Watercolor art by  Joanna Endermann
This section of the website is intended as a forum for those who love Gloria to express themselves
artistically.  If you would like to submit a piece (drawing, painting, poem, song, etc.) to be considered
on this website, please contact us for more information.
The Legend of Spring by Joy Leichtfuss

in the spring of our hope
each day dawns fair and warm
our hearts bud and flare,
"maybe today, today"
and the warm spring sunset holds promise,
"maybe tomorrow, tomorrow."

summer comes with full intensity.
our expectations blaze forth like the long fingered sun
gripping us with burning hope,
with confidence our hope will be fulfilled
because our roots go deep
and we are strong.

colors change from green to yellow to brown,
leaves begin to fall
and we grasp the last fading colors in chilled fingers
and we wrap ourselves tighter to keep out the biting wind.

and then we stand naked and shivering,
hope a dead thing in frozen ground.
the weak winter sun casts long shadows
which cannot warm our frigid hearts.

yet there is promise of spring,
and though we no longer remember the warmth of the sun,
we cling to the legend.


This poem was written in September, 2006 after an evening of
hopeful prayer mixed with grieving for little Gloria.  That wound
is still fresh, and time has not made it any easier to bear (for
any of us).  And yet, though things sometimes seem
hopeless, I cling fiercely to hope, knowing that God is the Lord
of all, and that brings me back to a place of peace.
Gloria Delphine Endermann
Niece by Carolyn Leon



Oh Father I come before your throne,

I have to know I’m not alone,

God I stand before you today,

I stand in faith and call out to say,

Here lies my child in this bed,

Where all my tears are continually shed,

I read in your word where it tells me,

To pray and believe and then I’ll see,

That she will rise and be healed,

So each day on my knees I have kneeled,

Some days I’m strong and fully know,

Your power and glory through healing will show,

But sometimes my knees are not bent in prayer,

Sometimes they bend weak with confusion and fear,

I don’t want to show any doubt before you,

I battle to maintain what I believe to be true,

My eyes look upon this body so frail,

My whole existence cries “BE WELL”,

Jesus name, Jesus blood is the reason,

I continue to believe You will heal in due season,

But as these years have passed along,

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been wrong,

I’ve got to trust that you know all of this,

I’ve got to believe nothing has gone amiss,

The thought has came to my mind today,

Even if you don’t heal her in this way,

I will love and serve you for all of my life,

In spite of my circumstantial strife.

I trust you Father, your will be done,

On this earth as it is in Heaven.