A few memories
just visited me
on this Father’s Day,
to remind me
of my dear old dad,
and the things he used to say.
His wisdom of practical design,
inspired us to think all the time.
“Try to stay as healthy as you can because being alive can be dangerous.”
“Live life knowing it is the only one you have; no one has come back to tell us otherwise.”
“Give your all and don’t think twice about helping out a stranger; for all of us are one.”
I hear his hearty laughter
as contagious like a cold.
I see his big bright smile
spreading happiness to all.
I see him working hard
day in and day out
singing all the while
his favorite arias
and whistling Broadway tunes
almost like Frank Sinatra
I remember how he hugged me
like he was hugging the whole world
all at once for the last time.
A memory I hope that stays
until the day I die.
I am sure he’ll wait for me
at the pearly gate,
along Saint Peter,
(of whom he will be sure to say is his best friend),
And just like he did when on earth
he’ll whisk me away
in his Cadillac.
trying to beat
the parking maid
before she reads the meter.
Happy Father’s Day Dad!
Love you always.
Above is a drew on my iPad when I was looking ofr some kind of inspiration. I found the Chines proverb and drew the tree which I call:Tree of Inspiration.
Here are the quotes to fulfill the three quote challenge.
“Joy is an internal process grounded in knowledge of spiritual truth, the ability to trust
the wisdom of the Divine, and faith in the perfect and perfecting process of life.”
– Lyanla Vanzant
“It is better in prayer to have a heart without words and words without a heart.”
“Allow your heart to sing and dance and kick off its shoes when you are lonely or fearful. A Divine feeling of freedom will keep you company instead.”
– Melba Christie
I would be remiss if I did not offer my condolences to the families of the victims gunned down Wednesday while at a bible study meeting at their church in Charleston, South Carolina. It saddens me deeply that violence strikes again. I dread the questions my oldest grandson will have about this. What do you say to an eight year old who believes that church is a safe haven. For that matter that school is a safe place to be as well.
There are many issues at play with this particular incident. Or are they the same issues that come back to haunt us again and again. When will it stop? I believe that love will prevail. I believe that goodness strikes out evil. We need to take whatever time is necessary and talk to our children about what it is that makes us human. We must help them understand our biology. We all bleed the same. Our hearts (even when not very healthy) will beat to keep us alive. We all need to breathe, eat and sleep. We all want to be loved. We all need to love somebody. And when someone dies, it does not matter what language we speak; or what color our skin is, or what religion or faith we observe, we grieve with a hole left in our hearts and tears filling up our eyes. The love we feel is immense and never leaves us.
It is very simple actually this humanity of ours. We are built in a way that is so complex, interrelated, and interdependent that no one has been able to replicate what we know to be a human being.
The great phenomena is that it is indeed a very simple construct. We all need each other. Our diversity and our sameness is equally phenomenal. Senseless murder and violence hurts us all. One family member said, “Every fiber of my body hurts.” She lost a son who was her hero. Children are not suppose to die before their parents. It is not suppose to be the rule.
Our humanity must take charge and stand up tall and spread the word. We are one. A part of a whole. I am a part of you, of this planet, and you are a part of me. It is as simple as that. Call me a dreamer (I think someone said this once before.) but it is time that we take action. I know that I am not the only one. Love must win! Our humanity must be victorious.
“Peace is not a season; it must be a way of life.”
This line is very insightful “we remind ourselves
of our oneness” Reminders of our oneness are evident in many things.
Blue Angel from the Heavens above
Fill the earth with lots of love
I pray that
everytime we look up at the stars
we remind ourselves
of our oneness.
In the light
so bright, and warm
like in a mother’s womb
we are one.
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
A day of rituals
started with church
at St. Luke’s
where forgiven sins
remained for the rest of the week.
Then a big breakfast:
pancakes, scrambled eggs,
sizzling bacon and home fries
we ate until we almost died.
Then off to some adventure
dad would plan it out as a surprise
no matter how he tried to disguised it
It was usually a day at the theater
or at Palisades Amusement Park
in the summer a trip on the D train to Coney Island Beach
But first we’d all sit and read
the New York Journal American
Ivan grabbed the funnies or comic strips
he loved Buz Sawyer and Flash Gordon
I had dibs on the magazine that featured
a celebrity on its cover
and every week I underlined
the million dollar movie titles I wanted to watch
mom would do the weekly puzzle
cut out a recipe or two
and peeped at the fashion sections
for tips and how to’s
Dad loved the broadway quips
boxing, sports and politics
Sunday night we could not miss
the Ed Sullivan Show.
I loved Topo Gigio,
and the first time he presented the Beatles.
The show introduced us to Carmen Miranda, Jerry Lewis
and almost Bob Dylan,
who walked off the set on day in 63′.
Reality was the best it could be
all of us together building memories.