Here Lives a Teacher


“A teacher is an answer in search of a question.” – Anonymous

 

 

“Here lives a teacher”

is the message

on a small souvenir

I purchased last year.

I immediately put it on a small stand by my computer;

I guess I wanted to remind me

that I am a teacher first,

and to empower

is the goal of teaching.

 

My dedication to teaching

does not matter

to many folks:

to some, wanting to become a teacher these days

is almost a joke.

Many people will poke

you on the arm

and ask,

“What were you thinking

when you made such a

terrible decision?”

 

My response is always this:

if you know me well,

you will know,

that teaching makes me younger

it fills me with joy and wonder.

It motivates me to learn more

each day in order

to prepare

to make children think and

stimulate their young minds

and above all, teach them to be kind.

 

I am retired now

and while some may scream

and yell, “WOW!”

I miss the days

of Q & A’s

and watching a student’s dream

come true

and most of all

I miss the salutation

“Hey teach! and

What are you going to

teach us today?”

 

 

 

if you thoroughly know anything, Teach it to others. T. Edwards
if you thoroughly know anything, Teach it to others. T. Edwards

 

 

 

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”


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“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
“What’s in a name?”
A name possesses a soul of its own
A soul does not leave the body until it garners enough love
For eternity to judge its worth

My heart hankers for peace if that is what it is called
Because sometimes it seems what we have entitled it
does not truly claim or maintain it,
“Peace is not a season but a way of life.”

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
Am I to blame for such uncertainty?
A longing for something so elusive,
So exclusive
That not even my brain can perceive
Or receive
“What is in a name, I asked my muse.”
“All my life, my heart has longed for a thing I could not name.”

Will my desire be the refrain?

 

I See Them Mostly in Photos Lately


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I see them mostly in photos lately

I see them mostly in photos lately
I am grateful for the opportunity though
Occasionally a short video
will pop up
with a clip of a loved one saying hello.
Text messages are more likely to show
up on my cell and not an actual phone call.

I wonder what my mother would say
about Facebook, Twitter or Instagram?
It is really not all the glitter or hype
people make it out to be.
I wish for the days of meeting personally.

She’d probably say,
“Give me my family closer to me any day
to hug and kiss and to sit around
the dining table to pray
for every meal.”
How much I miss the days
of Sunday visits and making family time a big deal,
where nothing was virtual, only real.

Forget the messages
Limited to 140 characters (letters) in a single tweet
Not too many words for me to fully say
How much I miss them so

Do not get me wrong;
Social media tools are and will be going strong
(For a long time to come)
to keep us all connected.
I just miss the intimacy
I hate to live in the fantasy,
technology seems to promote,
everyday more and more.
It does not matter how far or remote
We may be from all our love ones,
Skype or Google Hangouts will save the day.

So it will suffice for me to say
Keep streaming the videos on YouTube,
God only knows what else will be
I suppose His Grace provided  the intelligence
For us to interface.

We have to wait and see.

By Melba Christie 2014

Why I Write II


I think about this all the time but sometimes I need to write it down.

 

Why I Write …

I write because

What I write connects me

to my feelings

Words I would never utter

or dare to say out loud

appear

and they look at me straight in the face

I write because it helps me to relax

and play with the new words on the block

I write because I see the possibilities

I could not see before

I write because I think I might help someone else

feel better about themselves

I write because

a small voice tells me

I was meant to be a poet

and I begin to believe

it might be true.

 

 

Why do you write? I would love to read your comments.

 

Paradise of words

Why I Write


I added a title to the poem after so many years of having written it.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

Mighty Rocks

                                                                                                     Photo by Melba Christie

A voice screaming inside me
dares not speak to me out loud
Instead, it gently penetrates my pen
and then
each thought connects to reality
perhaps my own
unknown to me
some words fall and crash into the rocks
and others flow smoothly insurmountable
one by one
they intercept the spirit, the soul
my cup runneth over
A deafening silence is heard
hyperbola succumb on a soft white sheet
and as is usual
the unborn poem gets folded away
in my pocket
until tomorrow.

By Melba Christie

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We must learn to live from within


We must learn to live from within

With faith we are never alone

It gives us the inner serenity

especially when we grow old

 

Be aware of God’s presence within

Like a lighthouse guides the ships at sea

Let your inner light and Wisdom

Guide you through the rough currents that be

 

Inside of us is the Architect

of all that is our external world

all that is what is and truth

 

The plan is clear and perfectly designed

Listen inwardly

For every point and measure is defined

No one can alter it

It is the creation of yourself

A work of art

God made us with a purpose in mind

You were created on purpose

for a specific time

 

Yes, we must learn to live from within

Take time to love

Take time to pray

Take time to nourish your soul

Become the masterpiece

You are meant to be

 

Trees in the sky

Aloneness


“Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone and all-one, though we may forget about it or pretend it is not the case.”

Even a flower can count on the company among other flowers. It can see the blades of grass and the earth that sustains it. No company needed I do not think. Or at least we do not know for sure because we cannot hear them speak or complain of loneliness.  It may wither or wilt, maybe from lack of water or nourishment or even love. My mother believed flowers did listen when spoken to and grew and blossomed fuller and more beautiful. Nature is fickle though.

We must not fear our individual aloneness or all oneness as the author of the quote suggests. A mother knows this to be true when she gives birth. There the oneness and the aloneness begins. But the love is forever and sustains.

What do you think?

These pictures are examples of aloneness.

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