Honoring Our Earth


There is no specific date to
remember our mother earth
we should honor her every day

Mother of all
Gaia, beautiful and endless roots
have doted on us for millenia

with leaves of grass and gigantic evergreens
rushing rivers, glossy great falls,
a canopy of cherry blossoms,
cheerful daisies galore delight

your majestic sights excite
and inspire to create
the greatest songs and poems
for your abundance is pure love
shown in masterpieces

your fields of dreams induced
by the sweet aroma of lavender
promote peace and harmony

Dessert flowers mesmerize the nomad
and even your mirages give hope to lost souls
Frosted mountains salute the sun

Mother Earth, Gaia,
Mahimata,
Madre Tierra,
Green Goddess,

There is no specific date to
remember or honor you.

Melba Christie (c) 2014

April 22, 2014 – Earth Day

 

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“This Christmas mend a quarrel. Seek out a forgotten friend. Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust. Write a letter. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth. Manifest your loyalty in word and deed. Keep a promise. Forgo a grudge. Forgive an enemy. Apologize. Try to understand. Examine your demands on others. Think first of someone else. Be kind. Be gentle. Laugh a little more. Express your gratitude. Welcome a stranger. Gladden the heart of a child. Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. Speak your love, and then speak it again.” – Author Unknown

 

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Three Sisters


My oldest sister’s name was Daisy. Thus I love the flower too. My sisters are older than I so I was lucky enough to have their unconditional protection all my life. We are only two sisters now and we are best friends. When I saw these daisies it reminded me of our sisterhood and how much they mean to me.

 

So much alike

yet individually unique

a union no one could ever break

 

intuitively connected

as if they had known each other

in another life long ago

 

always there for one another

no matter what the strife

Their roots deeply embedded

in tradition and  what’s right

 

Their love for one another

can only spark a fight

to defend each other fearlessly

from any harm imposed

when they disagreed

the youngest would always

shout,

“Ladies, this case is closed.”

 

Melba Christie

Three Sisters

Melba Christie (c) 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

I witnessed a miracle tonight


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In a crystal house
two old souls collide
no longer having to hide
their love once forbidden
 
a dream finally fulfilled
transforms shattered glass
into glimmering starlight
allowing the sky
not to be shy at night
any longer
 
those of us
who witnessed this miracle tonight
 
have hope
that we too can
find a love
that transcends time
and can only become stronger.
 
Melba Christie (c) 2013
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Quotes that could have been poems


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Photo by Melba Christie   (c) 2012

 

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

 

“I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.”

Duke Ellington

 

“If you are yourself at peace, then there is at least some peace in the world. Then share your peace with everyone, and everyone will be at peace.”        –Thomas Merton

 

“I am very happy, very enchanted … for  I am surrounded here by everything I love… My desire would be to stay just like this forever, in a quiet corner of nature. –Claude Monet

 

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly. “One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”  –Hans Christian Anderson

 

 

Death Be Not Proud Today


Death be not proud today

nor any day,

when you come

disguised so unnaturally

to take from us our baby angels

who should have had more time

to see the beauties of life

 

Be not proud at all

when you come on the shoulders

of Evil and believe

you conquered

because the innocent had to fall

 

they had no choice or warning

that bright blue skied morning

as do the leaves of autumn

when they by nature drop

 

Death you conquered nothing

our hearts broken perhaps

for now

but all of us know somehow

we will watch you succumb

 

And in the spring

when the first buds appear

we will also hear

a chorus of angels singing

Hallelujah!

and when we look up

at the night sky

we will not need to ask ourselves why

 

No more darkness will disrupt

because the heavens will light up

as twenty new stars will align

to let us know

they are with their creator

and doing fine.

 

 

 

Angels in a classroom


It saddens me and breaks my heart to learn that we have to deal with this type of horrific event once again. I was physically ill by the news. Like everyone else I could only think about my loved ones and family who have children in those grade levels. My children are grown but all I wanted to do was to see them and hug them tight.

I wrote this poem as I listened to news reports on CNN. Someone said that there were probably some angels in that school because no other explanation would suffice about how many of the children did manage to escape with only the emotional wounds. May God help them to heal. My sincere condolences to all the families and the larger community of Newtown.

 

Melba Christie

 

 

Angels in a classroom

 

There were not enough angels to go around

For the children left helpless in a school in Newtown

 

The sky was bright and forever blue

But no one knew

 

The calm would be shattered

By a soul so troubled and battered

 

The children were all babies by any definition

No parent would argue with this distinction

 

For no matter what the age of a child may be

The loss of a son or daughter, we all can agree

is something too difficult to believe

 

There were not enough angels that day to go around

The reasons for all the horror may never be found

 

What we know is that 20 more angels have been recruited

To watch from the heavens

And mingle with the stars

And their brightness will outshine all the others by far

 

Let us pray for all our children

and make sure that they know

how much we love them

and how we will do all we can

to make sure that no one ever does this again.

 

Let us not forget the teachers

who protected the children

and made the ultimate sacrifice

to put their lives first

We all need to recognize

Those teachers were real life angels in disguise.

 

 

Melba Christie

 

 

 

Gentle Intelligence


Some would call her a little slow;

others never labeled her but

just accepted her “as is”.

Today I discover we are all wrong.

I found that in her heart lives a song

to be played and registered as an opus

announcing an intelligence

unknown to us

the ones who know it all.

Her insight blinded

by our failure to see the truth

hidden in her gentle soul.

From her I learn

humility and the meaning

of unconditional love

and compassion.

A lesson I will never forget.

 

Dèjá vu, perhaps?


 

 

Déjà vu, perhaps?

A past life collided with the present one
It asked, “Have I been here before?”
Do I know you?
The present life responded,
“Yes, I think so.
We only lived the moment.”
Déjà vu, perhaps?
No. I don’t know.
I can’t remember.
I am well now though
I live with purpose
Or at least I think I do.
Do you?

Why I Write


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