This Woman’s Prayer
I pray not for power or place, only for the
simple grace to look my neighbors in the face.
I seek not for silver or gold but only for the peace of God that brings
contentment to the soul.
I pray for the devotion and virtue of Ruth.
For the wisdom to take kindly the counsel of years and
gracefully surrender the things of youth.
For the courage of Esther I pray as before the king she
stood that day.
Father, give me a will and heart to be all you created me to be, and prosper
my hands to your work accordingly.
I pray that my life be an example of Proverbs thirty-one.
Dedicated to my niece Kayla Renee Lucas on her Graduation from LCHS Class of 2012!
“Stop!” Said the Master
“You’ve just made a silly mistake!
“You’re learning more and faster
“Don’t you need me anymore?”
“Is it a crime” Said the wrong I,
“To think more before I answer?”
“No doubt!” Said the Great Master
“For you’ve just made a silly mistake:
“You’ve desecrated the right- Not To Answer;
“Would you like me to end your fate?
“My duty is to make you learn
“How to be loyal, smart and stern,
“How to think, link and burn
“Every single common thought you earn:
“Grasp my preachings and you’ll adjourn
“All your dreams and in turn
“You’ll be blessed for unconcern.”
“Good Heavens” Said the silly I
“I thought I utter’d something wise!
“Now I must learn- Not To Try
“I’ll never ask him How and Why?!”
“A long time ago” Said the Class Preacher
“I think I made your silly mistake:
“I was a somewhat poor young creature
“When I thought my Master’s fake-
“But, thank God! As My Master Preacher
“Forgave my silly mistake.”
As the tight room was suffocating
Some intruders were grabbing chairs
All of them were vainly fighting
For a tight place unawares....
They succeeded to steal the charm
From the Preacher who worshipped calm
Till they caused His alarm:
“Where are these chairs from?!” Yelled He.
“Have I gone or am I done?!
“THIS- a Treason of Highest Degree!
“Protect the CHAIRMAN...!” Cried everyone...
My baby blanket washed in pure soap flakes,
A sheepskin in ‘that’ photo parents take,
My Christening gown with its matching cap,
The 60’s cradle where I took my naps.
The graduation cap’s silky tassel,
That long, tulle slip that made a rustle,
A corsage of Baby’s Breath bought by mom,
The string of pearls I wore to my prom.
My calf length, cocktail dress with vintage flair,
A rose bouquet I assembled with care,
All those envelopes that I mailed away,
The bagged rice they threw on our wedding day.
The sheets on my father’s hospital bed,
A wispy cloud that passed by overhead,
The softened light all those days when he dozed,
That cool satin that lined his casket… closed.
My sweet little girl’s brand new, toothy grin,
The stuffed polar bear tucked under her chin,
All the stars, the moon that will always shine,
And God’s grace glowing in this heart of mine.
*By Cyndi MacMillan, Written July 12, 2011
**For Nette Onclaud’s “Colours” Contest
***The colour I chose is: White
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
The world is my dinner plate
my wilderness school
there are many varities
of dishes laid out for me
many things to choose
oh, the lessons are many
and not all fun
the Lord has a since of humor
but, I find the world can be hot
and sometimes very cold
there are too many teachers
to many tests
the textbook of life
is mostly ignored by the crowd
and Babylon is great
but, I am in the world
but not of it
and I stubbornly resist the road
most traveled by the crowd
oh, the road less traveled
the road Frost speaks so highly
is the one I travel
and oh the rocks are steep
and the devil hides in the bushes
throughing his rocks of criticism
making fun of me
the fingers of those in the floating building
the one with the Babylonians
all pointing their fingers of scorn
and all that I would consider porn
the world is my dinner plate
and I sometimes sample the good
skip the bad
because I am a picky eater
I am the least seen in the theater
just one of the observers
hiding along with one of the props
someday I expect to recieve my crown
and rise to meet my Savior
and recieve my graduation papers
that would mean my exit papers.
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
We will often fight against the goads dealing in premortal slime
It's the turning of the tide then exposed;
Through various loop holes we then get confused even feel used...
Faith is the substance of things not seen,
In neglect to what will search for a hidden need
While the entire world outside longs to see you bleed
As sadness in its beckoning call,
Faith is each personal toward their own belief
Shattered glass on its parchment door filled with sadness etched iin madness
Major Jackson & John Ashbery remarkable poetic historians amidst the timeless cloud;
A willingness to dare to explore fascination heads to the floor...
The promise in exploration during its tragic duration;
Still faith isn't intellectuallized it just is/
Words are endured through its timeless dialect filtered through the sand
Hoping someday all will understand it's delicate premise of realization
Fixed on an appease to please blatant fascination
The grass withers & the cards will fall as they may
In chosen asps filtered through its viable way
The bargain basement deal to seal its wholesome branded feel
Filtered through its beckoning call asunder is it any wonder the way our children deal?
Cheap thrills in the back of a car to cry
Shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Less of course I shall refrain in matters of emmense strain
In graduation the whole essential scheme ends
Within problems we get a glimpse of the appetite of friends
Shattered memory's with lines drawn in the sand
John Ashbery is the poets friend a very unusual man
In equated demise a word to the actual wise,
Poetry is heightened in the mystery essentially
The barbarians would quite often disagree in their lost pedigree
Through words expressed amidst the mesh with polished vest
In words one can look closely to its vested guess
Within a world that is many times upside down in some mess
I must confess the pillar of truth to relinquish its timeless cue
The very proud & few/
John Ashbery stood beneathe the heavy tide of the 1960's slide
In ovation in which he stood never in some dreary mood
A poets friend to strangers & even enemies
Along lines visualized in the shifting sand of vested memory
So now let us converse about this chase
The dreams in life we try to acquire
Have been instilled in you by whose desire
Most of you been taught it’s a race
Coming to the revelation that something is a miss
The heart and mind will either become distraught
No matter to whatever belief you have bought
As always the choice is up to you to dismiss
These words penned will lead to devastation
Now once again I ask all to choose right my friend
Forgiving all the time or continuing to offend
With or without graduation
I do not know?
The morning after Graduation Day,
You wake up to start a life in a new way.
Wondering what life will have to offer you as you are feeling so free.
May the Lords grace provide you with the wisdom to make wise choices as you develop who you will be.
You really don't understand the capacity of what life will teach you
all your years through.
You see it is Gods grace that teaches us what He wants us to know,
It is the unanswered prayers that teaches us to grow.
There is no such thing as an unanswered prayer,
Layered beneath our hurts and tears are the silver lining.
It takes time to find it to see it shinning.
When I was born,
I learned how to breathe.
My Mama held me in her arms.
She said that she would never let me leave.
Several months later,
I learned to take my first steps.
Mama watched close, so I wouldn't trip.
She filled my heart, to the deepest depths.
A couple years later,
I learned to tie my shoes.
Mama taught me how to button my coat.
I had all I could want, nothing to loose.
I grew a little,
Then I rode the bus to school.
Mama followed the bus all the way there.
She missed me; there was no one to fool.
Soon after that,
I left for summer church camp.
Mama made sure I packed my bug spray.
I think her eyes got a little bit damp.
Some more years passed,
Then for the Lord I made a decision.
Mama stood proud with a big grin.
My life had great dreams and visions.
About two years later,
I talked to Mama, told her God's plan.
Mama smiled, sobbed, and cried.
I told her I must follow God's hand.
I stand strong and believe.
Mama says I've taught her strength.
And trusting God leaves her heart relieved.
One day soon,
I'll wear a graduation cap.
Mama will congradulate me.
With her gentle hands she will clap.
One day her hand will let me go.
She'll watch and wait for my return.
But her heart will hold me close though.