Best Helping Poems
He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground
I had wondered why...
Why did this teenage boy,
Build me up this way
No bigger than a toy?
No bigger than his dog
In fact, we saw eye to eye,
I looked around for answers
And still I wondered why?
Then I came face to face
With an answer that was clear,
When the boy in the wheelchair
Slowly came rolling near
With his teenage brother
Lending him a helping hand,
He placed a smile upon my face
A smile so wide and grand
My eyes, two big buttons
From Grandma's sewing kit,
My scarf, one of their Dad's
Was striped and hand knit
From their Mom's kitchen came
My nose, a long gnarled carrot,
My arms, two maple limbs
From the family's tree I did inherit
My heart, warmed by the boy
The boy who could not walk,
His eyes laughed when he saw me
Though he could not even talk
No prouder stood a snowman
That towered, oh so tall,
Than me, the littlest snowman
The proudest one of all.
There was a time in life so long ago
when all my visions suddenly seemed dark;
the nighttime sky was void of moonlight’s glow,
and sunless winter days were grey and stark.
I felt as though the walls were closing in,
and squeezing from my soul my very life
as I was drowning in my sea of sin
surrounded by the darkness and the strife.
As I lay in the gutters of my dreams,
a hand so tenderly reached out to me;
a stranger lifting spirits from extremes
then bridged the raging waters of my sea.
His soft grey eyes so gently gave a nod,
and suddenly I saw the face of God.
May 17, 2020
Poem of the Day - May 19, 2020
Of the dark, offered in the morning cup,
and the chill of salted caramel cream,
spooning after an impervious dream
and clink-clink spell of alarum abrupt,
comes the ceramic to sip, birdsong up.
Fruity-caffeine drips into the bloodstream.
Imagery from a black forest daydream.
Pleasing sense and bonny sounds come to sup.
Draining of dregs, at last bit - bottom’s cold.
The Cupid sheet, vanilla, clings to spouse.
The warmth of my body under his skin.
The vigor of unharnessed dark horse bold.
His stirring, a second helping, aroused.
Pastels of cockcrow flutes, dawn’s violins.
Oh, poor heart, why are you in so much pain?
Why do you take this heart ache, when someone who you know is in pain.
Someone's sleepless nights, someone's despair,
The heart bleeds when fate punishes someone so unfair.
Although people know and sympathize with the misery,
the helping hands, close friends and relatives vanish in a hurry.
Oh lord, how can I ignore such pain even when I am struggling to survive?
The poor heart will feel better thinking it helped someone's will to survive.
Whether happy or unhappy, I sing Narasinh Mehta's song,
"One who is human, knows the pain of others,
Does good to others who are in misery,
and does not let pride enter his or her mind"
Narasinh Mehta – 17th Century Indian poet
July 23 Scripture Meditations Based on Isaiah 49-52
Key Verse – Isaiah 49:8 Thus saith the LORD, In an acceptable time have I heard thee, and in a day of salvation have I helped thee: and I will preserve thee, and give thee for a covenant of the people, to establish the earth, to cause to inherit the desolate heritages.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME
Thank You for helping me in facing difficulties
By Your strengthening opportunities…
Please keep my faith’s steadfastness over human frailties
Here am I trusting You with all my functional faculties.
Thank You for helping me in overcoming hardships
By Your upholding fellowships…
Please inspire my heart’s devotion over worldly friendships
Here am I seeking You with all my ministerial relationships.
Thank You for helping me in facing discouragements
By Your exhorting testaments…
Please meet my need’s urgency over temporal allurements
Here am I abiding in You with all my heavenly investments.
Thank You for helping me in facing crises
By Your fortifying purposes…
Please guard my soul’s tenacity over sinful forces
Here am I depending on You with all my distresses.
Thank You for helping me in subduing struggles
By Your empowering might to soar as do the eagles…
Please pull my devotion’s commitment over lustful tangles
Here am I clinging to You with all my life-angles.
Thank You for helping me in dealing with my deficiencies
By Your satisfying mercies…
Please supply my limitation’s lack over attacking insufficiencies
Here am I learning from You with all my inconsistencies.
Thank You for helping me in fleeing from temptations
By Your guiding instructions…
Please lead my wisdom’s decisions over foolish suggestions
Here am I surrendering to You with all my imperfections.
July 23, 2022
Golden are those with benevolent souls
Wonderful people, blissful in their roles
They've not passed exams, but offer their all
In favours they do, whatever the call.
The elderly lady, who's lame of limb
For the needy she brings groceries in
She's knocking on their doors day after day
For to check that her neighbours are ok.
She does not ask for any gratitude
Helping others brings her beatitude
All she could ask for is to be sure that
They're safe, joyful and cared for, that's a fact.
Golden oldies, that's including men too
To pay everyone their own rightful due
They’ve a gentle heart and a gentle hand
A hand to hold, a heart to understand.
A caring man close to my heart and home
Wouldn't wish anyone sat hungry alone
He cooked for two sweet dears on Christmas Day
Such deeds touch hearts in a delightful way.
Smiles, a helping hand or lending an ear
Gifts someone magic each day of the year.
My fellow pilgrims on life’s path,
I greet you here today
To share a tale of gratitude
For help along our way.
Our best route is the straightest path,
And narrow from the gate.
But most of us went crashing through
As though we couldn’t wait
To see the things in store for us,
The sights that life would bring,
Not knowing that the track is steep
And dangers wait to sting.
A plethora of vistas wait
For those with eyes to see
But fog can sometimes block our view
As daylight starts to flee.
It’s in these dark and tricky parts
Where angels come to play,
With lanterns born above their gaze
To light the hidden way.
And when we pass beyond their light,
Another’s overlaps,
Until we’ve reached the sun again
And crossed the risky gaps.
These angels are but humble souls;
A neighbor down the road
Who walks their path with righteous steps,
And shoulders others’ load.
God bless these lantern bearers!
Without them I’d be lost
And never find my way back home
Despite the distance crossed.
horrific virus
mankind's dreams has chased away
helping each other!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 March 2020
By nature, we are takers
Giving goes against our grain
Yet if we stop to think about it
The truth is very plain
God gives us hands to help
A head and heart to care
He also gives us what we need
So that with others we will share
The more we give, the more we get
Sure God will increase our means
To feed and clothe all those in need
~ Best done behind the scenes
September 23, 2020
Givers Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
There's always some poor soul, I find,
whose life is in a mess!
Someone, who really needs some help,
in times of strife and stress.
They need their spirits lifted,
sometimes that's all it takes!
It really is surprising,
the world of difference, that it makes!
A smile, an act of kindness,
will do more than words can say!
Don't wait for folks to ask for help,
be there for them today!
2/22/13
One night a young man appeared at my door,
It seemed he had troubles I couldn't ignore.
Some water and a phone call was all he asked for,
Yet somewhat reluctant, I opened the door.
As I listened, he told me a little about his life,
And I could plainly see, there had been much strife.
Well, I thought to myself, now there must be something there,
That the Lord could use in His service down here.
I told him it appeared that his life needed a change,
And it was God who knew how his life to re-arrange.
So, I fed him and sent him on his way home,
Then I prayed for this young man, that night, after he was gone.
Later, my husband told me of the fear that he felt,
That I had opened the door to a man so unkept,
How today, this is just something we should never do,
Even though God says,"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
Oh! What has this world come to, when in Gods word we are told,
To help those in need and are hungry and cold?
Must we now be afraid to lend a helping hand,
Unaware that some might be angels wanting to be a welcomed friend?
Now, I don't know if I'll ever hear again from this man,
But I was willing to lend him, my helping hand,
Just to share what I had, and one thing more,
A way that his young life could again be restored.
Yes, I guess we must now be afraid to lend a helping hand,
Unaware that some might be angels, never to pass our way again.
Sunday morning---
helping a wisteria
to stand again
the more you help them
the more you receive blessings
kindness from the heart
happiness overflowing
a lighted path from God’s love
April 02, 2015
10:36
goodwill
starves at mental
dissonance of hungry
charity ringer who takes some
dollars
Once I had a good job with the government,
it paid well and was secure,
but it was boring.
Hated it,
so much.
decided,
to go back to school,
and that I would be a nurse.
It took a lot of guts to leave a good job.
I got a student grant and worked nights part-time.
Studied very hard each day,
hard to pay bills,
but made it,
at last.
Now I work in a job that is heartbreaking,
I help the dying old die,
die with dignity.
It is not,
easy.
I gained a job that takes guts to face each day.
____________________
July 6, 2015
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