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62 DAYS 06 HOURS 38 MINUTES 09 SECONDS – IN THE MEANTIME


In the meantime,

I pray for the souls

of over 184,000

who were probably alive

last year on this day and the day before.

Never dreamed they would leave the earth

so abruptly and alone.

In the meantime,

I write haiku,

I dream and hope,

I breathe deeply,

and visualize brighter days.

In the meantime,

I listen to nature’s songs,

I look at the view

for something new,

I seek inspiration,

to help awaken my imagination,

and I am still in the now,

and utter positive affirmations,

that our nation,

under God,

indivisible,

will unite

once again.

My Dream and His: My Favorite Quotes


My Favorite Dr. Martin L. King Jr. Quotes

 

Every year for as long as I was a teacher, quotes would be posted all over my classroom during this time of year especially but all year as well. I would ask students to think about the quote and to talk about what Dr. King was saying within the given context or circumstances. I think many of my students were inspired and it was amazing to me what they said sometimes.

Every time one or two students would challenge me and ask me tough questions as well. Many times students would express disappointment and despair because they felt that nothing had really changed as a result of the Civil Rights Movement and Dr. King’s dream. Many were pessimistic and I could not blame them. I tried very hard to convince them that they were the change.

I hope that some of them remember how much I believed in the dream. I like to think that I planted a seed in their hearts and brains. As I thought about my former students today, I found myself writing a poem for them. The celebration would not be complete if I would not post some of my favorite quotes.

 

Here is the poem:

 

The Dream

I woke up from a real deep sleep

the warmth of the sun on my face

a promise for a better human race

was a part of my dream

I fell asleep again

to witness history

a token for our collective memory

We walked together side by side

Hand in hand with so much pride

The whole world knew Dr. King had died

His widow and small children

Lead the way

They still stand tall today

King eulogized himself that day

His last sermon at Ebenezer Baptist Church

was played

the famous ‘Drum Major’ sermon,

he’d given on February 4, 1968.

I will never forget the date.

Sadness spread throughout the land

for the Peace Prize Winner and Holy man

we could not help but to remember

the dream he had for us all.

John Lewis, Jesse Jackson and

Andrew Young would remain

To follow in his footsteps

To ensure his dream comes true

His distinct voice stronger than ever

grew in their heads.

His last speech echoed

And repeated like a refrain

“I don’t know what will happen now;

we’ve got some difficult days ahead.

But it really doesn’t matter to with me now,

because I’ve been to the mountaintop…

I’ve seen the Promised Land.

I may not get there with you.

I’m not worried about anything;

I’m not fearing any man.

Mine eyes have seen the glory

of the coming of the Lord.”

In the dream I saw your faces

(My students of yesteryear)

Pop up before me from different spaces

and as your teacher, I tell you now

Do not let the dream fall down

Keep it alive!

Keep it alive with your actions and deeds.

To my students: I wish you all God’s speed.

 

 

 

 

My Favorite Dr. Martin L. King Jr. Quotes

“I’ve seen too much hate to want to hate, myself, and every time I see it, I say to myself, hate is too great a burden to bear. Somehow we must be able to stand up against our most bitter opponents and say: We shall match your capacity to inflict suffering by our capacity to endure suffering. We will meet your physical force with soul force. Do to us what you will and we will still love you…. But be assured that we’ll wear you down by our capacity to suffer, and one day we will win our freedom. We will not only win freedom for ourselves; we will appeal to your heart and conscience that we will win you in the process, and our victory will be a double victory.”

“Violence never really deals with the basic evil of the situation. Violence may murder the murderer, but it doesn’t murder murder. Violence may murder the liar, but it doesn’t murder lie; it doesn’t establish truth. Violence may even murder the dishonest man, but it doesn’t murder dishonesty. Violence may go to the point of murdering the hater, but it doesn’t murder hate. It may increase hate. It is always a descending spiral leading nowhere. This is the ultimate weakness of violence: It multiplies evil and violence in the universe. It doesn’t solve any problems.”

“We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people.”

”I am convinced that love is the most durable power in the world. It is not an expression of impractical idealism, but of practical realism. Far from being the pious injunction of a Utopian dreamer, love is an absolute necessity for the survival of our civilization. To return hate for hate does nothing but intensify the existence of evil in the universe. Someone must have sense enough and religion enough to cut off the chain of hate and evil, and this can only be done through love.”

“If you want to be important—wonderful. If you want to be recognized—wonderful. If you want to be great—wonderful. But recognize that he who is greatest among you shall be your servant. That’s a new definition of greatness.”

A Poem for A Mime


The french mime Jyjou* in typical mime's posit...

The french mime Jyjou* in typical mime’s positions inspired by the french Etienne Decroux’s mime technique. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

I met a mime the other day.

He looked into my soul as I prayed,

and watched me very carefully

to find out how I used to be

before my heart turned cold.

He mimicked me so perfectly

the tears he shed were mine

he knew my heart was broken

when he looked into my eyes.

A mime can tell

when nothing’s well;

and happiness flees the body

Mimes create the illusion

and can become almost anybody.

I met a mime the other day

who knew what not to say

he used his hands and facial gestures

to tell me anyway.

I ended up with a smile on my face

and got the message

loud and clear

in a universal language

I learned that I am not to fear.

My mime made sure I saw myself

in His image to rebuild my self-esteem

But what I did not know until today

the mime I met the other day

was just visiting my dream.

Melba Christie 2013

 

 

 

 

В один прекрасный день,попробовать себя мне в ...

В один прекрасный день,попробовать себя мне в роли мима предложили и я себя согласил) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Nothing is more delightful than one’s own pillow


one can squeeze it without

it protesting

the sweet aroma that remains

of the dreams

you wish would come true someday

but hope deep inside

you keep dreaming about them anyway

 

soft and fluffy

like clouds be

filled with foam or feather

especially in cold weather

one can puff it

plunk it

or drape it over one’s head

hug it and hug it again or

flatten it out

like a pancake

shape it

to suit your fancy

like southern comfort;

it’s home.

 

Nothing is

more delightful

than one’s own pillow

on a plane

in a car

on a cot

in a hammock

on someone else’s guest bed

It is just the perfect spot

to rest one’s head

because of course now

pillows have a memory.

 

 

 

Daisy


*My dear sister Daisy passed away 14 years ago on the day after Christmas which was her favorite holiday. Although there are so many things that make me happy on this day, I cannot forget her spirit and deep love for her family. For me Christmas is really not the same anymore.

 

many memories of you visited me today

and in a dream I asked you to stay

 

Christmas was your favorite time of year

and your made sure to spread the cheer

 

on your watch no one was allowed to go without

love and giving to others was what you were about

 

and like the flower you were named after

you made our days all the brighter

 

Every time I see a Daisy

I see you smiling in my mind

 

there will be many daisies

but you my dear sister were only one of a kind.

 

Daisy on my front porch