Persistence is a lonely road
I have taken many times
my feet are torn and weary
my heart beats slowly
with fears out of control
Persistence claims its toll
at every stop I make
There is no such thing as a break.
But one thing I know to be true
in spite of difficulty or opposition
It will be ultimately my decision
to move forward
and not look back.
Because when I think I lack
the determination and patience
to continue on that lonely road
I think of all those before me
who never ever gave up.
I hear their voices
and I lift myself up again.
Persistence is my friend.
Sometimes you just need to smile
even when the pain is deep
and measures more than a mile
Refer yourself to happiness
no matter how big the mess
for sometimes the plan is done
and there is
not much you can do
with the what or the who
even if it is just for a little while.
Small pieces of humanity
do not fit into the divine puzzle
planned by the universe and great source.
Somehow these frazzled shapes
lost their essence,
and their hearts
capable of feeling love.
Somewhere their souls drifted
and cannot connect
with the idea that we are all
a part of the HUMAN race.
Race defined ambiguously
an assumption perhaps
What makes us different?
More importantly, what makes us the same?
What makes us sane?
What makes us a race?
To be continued!
“The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes whirling to earth…these glorious spangles, the sweeping of heaven’s floor.”
What Shapes Us
This law I believe applies to all things live.
Can we all be glorious spangles?
Perhaps not. Perhaps yes.
I hope yes!
Are we capable of seeing the connection?
Can we try harder?
Can we open our eyes a little wider?
I hope yes.
The same law shaped our hearts.
When tragedy hits, we feel the hurt of others.
What shapes us is not a mystery;
It is divine.
It is intentional.
all of us
shaped in the same way.
Can you dig it?
This young man is amazing. Right now I have nothing to complain about. Yesterday I was asking myself the why questions. Being a worry wart, questioning is what I do. But this video (that by the way I happened to stumble upon accidentally) made me realize (as I ultimately always do) that I am so blessed. As a mother, this was a little difficult to watch. As an educator, I feel that everyone can benefit from the lesson Sam Berns delivers in his TEDx presentation. As a poet, I believe that this is an example of when life is poetry. Progeria is a very rare disease which affect only about “350 or so children in the world”. His philosophy is inspirational to say the least. I invite you all to watch and share this with your family and friends.
And paradoxically again I ask: Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I bet you do. God bless my children, grandchildren and all my family and friends. Thank you God for Sam Berns. May he rest in peace.
Happy National Poetry Month!
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” –
– Leonard Cohen
A few suggestions for things you can do to honor the poets of the world.
* Read a poem to someone you love.
* Go to Poet.org and learn about A Poem in your Pocket
* Memorize just one line from a poem everyday.
* Post a short poem on Facebook or any other social media format you like.
* Write a poem for someone special.
* Email a poem to a friend.
*Check out your local library for programs that relate to poetry
* Dare to share a live video of yourself reading a few lines from a favorite poem. #mypoetryselfie.
* Finish this line: My heart leaps up when I behold …
and post it to my timeline or messenger and I will collect all into a large poem on April 30 as a culmination of Poetry Month. Write it in any language cause all languages matter.
* Simply make people aware of the celebration.
If you love music then you love a poet. Bob Dylan just received a Nobel Prize for his body of work as a songwriter.
So poetry is always in the air. It is never to late to become a poetry lover. Remember my friends poetry is life and life is poetry. Have a beautiful Poetry Month.
“It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is what are we busy about?” – Henry D. Thoreau
What are we busy about? Are we busy counting all the leaves on that beloved tree in our backyard? What are we busy about? Are we busy stacking pennies for the proverbial rainy day? What are we busy about? I have been busy thinking about time. It bothers me that people say there’s not enough time in the day to carry out whatever it is that must be accomplished. Technology and the inventor’s ingenuity have given us so many tools for us to save time doing stuff. Think about it. Yet we never seem to have time for much. So what is it that keeps us busy? Our work occupies much of our time. We work to fulfill our goals for the future. We are willing to work overtime to make more money so that we can accumulate wealth to spend our time in the future worry free. We have to make time for our daily chores such as laundry, cooking, cleaning, and getting ourselves organized. But when you have people who do that stuff for you, then why do we still say we are too busy. Some people are just busy in their minds. They think they are busy but they are not. They are only busy worrying about being too busy. So then, what are we busy about? Most of us are always in a rush to get somewhere because we do not have time. Some people said to me, “I am glad you have the time to write.” They make me feel guilty about it as if though I have this arsenal of time that I am not sharing with them. Is it that we lack organization or do not know how to manage our time? Again what are we so busy about?
Here is an interesting thought by Eric Hoffer:
“The feeling of being hurried is not usually the result of living a full life and having no time. It is on the contrary born of a vague fear that we are wasting our life.When we do not do the one thing we ought to do, we have no time for anything else – we are the busiest people in the world.”
I do not know if the time I spend thinking about time and being busy is good use of my time. I dread not being busy and being bored. I feel that time is so precious to be misused and that keeping busy must be a good thing. I guess I am most fearful of when people are too busy for me. Perhaps I am selfish but I do not want my children to be so busy that they cannot take time out for old mom. I do not think that I have ever been too busy for them and if I have then I will take this opportunity to apologize.
Socrates said, “beware the barrenness of a busy life.” I want busy to mean productive. I do not want to be “busy dying” and I do not want to die not being busy enough. Do I make sense?
In the event that I have confused you. I want to leave you with some quotes from my favorite poets and authors that I collected during my free time this very busy week.
“The busy have no time for tears.”
“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.”
“An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.
WHAT ARE YOU BUSY ABOUT? POST YOUR RESPONSE.
Melba Christie (c) 2016
What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments,
but what is woven into the lives of others. – Pericles
“An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.”
“The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character – that is the goal of true education.”
“Have we not come to such an impasse in the modern world that we must love our enemies – or else? The chain reaction of evil – hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars – must be broken, or else we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.”
“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as a Michaelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, ‘Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”
These are just a few of my favorite quotes. I think they are timeless. I hope we reflect on his wisdom and move to act and do what Is right to honor him.
When I think of December
Poinsettias come to mind
They make me smile
and tell me soon will be Christmas time.
– Melba Christie