The Maintenance staff treats you with care!
No matter what happens, they'll always be there!
You never have to worry if something goes astray!
Frank and Joshua are here to save the day!
With great caring and commitment to this place we call home!
You will never ever feel alone!
They will always give it their all!
And take care of everything - large and small!
The kindness and respect they show everybody here!
We will always hold in our hearts very dear!
It's not just a job to them - it's a calling from the heart!
To be compassionate and thoughtful as well as knowledgeable and smart!
I just hope that they know they're appreciated and admired by everybody in this place!
Their uplifting spirit and presence can never be replaced!
So, thank you once more to Frank and Joshua, you mean more to us than we could ever express!
Because of you, Rise at Bartram Park is the absolute best!
First things first, I love you son
It doesn't matter the things you've done
I loved you before I knew you
and the all the years that you grew
into an amazing young man, that you never saw
you only could see the pain that was raw
I loved you through the trauma
and every single drama
through the harsh words and arguments
and loving words and sentiments
through your last act
and all the pain of loss and the deep crack
that you left in my heart and soul
because without you, I feel like I am playing a role
I don't know how to be your mother
when you are in heaven and I'm here, it feels like I will smother
I can't take a deep breath
and the air never feels fresh
it is stale and boring without you here
I love you so, and miss you, dear!
The Beautiful Heart Of Joshua Judah pt2
As Joshua Judah carried that frail and fragile tree to his house, his mind changed about using a tree for Christmas. Instead, he planted his newly purchased tree in his front yard for all to see. He made sure in the trees placement that it would receive the right amount of light needed for its healing process. Joshua Judah then put a hedge of protection around the tree. Last of all, he put a banner of unconditional love over top of it. Joshua Judah invested all his time and resources to bring healing life into that frail and fragile tree.
He nourished the soil around it with nutrients. He daily gave that tree living water. In just a short period of time, his tree became strong, and its covering flourished. Its branches once sagging were now outstretched and completely covered with pine needles. It’s posture once hunched over was now straight and standing upright.
That trees sweet fragrance filled every inch of Joshua Judah’s front yard. Joshua Judah’s ministry of redemptive love and compassionate mercy completely restored that pine tree back to health.
Hail needles the skin.
Wind cracks the spine.
The mountain holds,
breath seizes on the tongue.
Snow knives the summits.
Cracked hands fumble dry stone,
paper-thin air slices,
bald eagles tilt in the blast.
Alpine skiers parched,
no more Earth Day banners.
Cherry Creek scrapes its bed.
Feces in the bedpan,
chapped gloss smeared,
cocoa hair salted and smoked.
The Zephyr rattles east,
carrying the mountains backward—
Grand Central dissolves
Damp linens flung aside
sodden cushions
Flank by flank
She was damp
Nickel sack and bark rings
Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs
Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture
Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume
Slender dull rose covering on the pane
Cooling unit recirculating
Coral beams groom her visage
Midday vernal noon
the drizzle ceased the light slivered in
Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice
Lurching brined
The toddler flesh on her abdomen
She didn’t cleanse
Just exited my one-room lodging
Infatuation perspiration,
Empty uterus,
Pixie sperm dribbling,
Contraceptive device
Marriage band fabricator.
Katie’s ribs pressed against her skin,
the sharp angles of a body once soft.
She lifted her blouse, let me see—
the stubs, the little bumps,
two perfect incisions smooth as marble.
I swallowed.
Physically lubricious—I couldn’t do it.
Her perfume fought the chemo stench.
Coiffed mascara, a careful face,
a practiced smile, teeth too straight.
She asked if I still wrote poetry.
I said nothing.
Once, she stretched across the hood of my car,
blonde roots peeking through red box dye,
sipping melted ice from a gas station cup,
her freckles a map I traced in secret.
She could talk for hours,
a queen without a kingdom.
She whispered after the hysterectomy,
baby gravy’s got nowhere to go.
No need for rubber—
I trust you.
I left the room, shame humming in my jaw,
the sound of her voice stuck in my teeth.
Later, I cried.
What you give attracts people
The way and manner you give it attracts God
Therefore give in humility and love
Giving is not an occasion to show off
Rather it is calls for remorse and brokenness
If you cannot give from the little in your hand
Giving big when you are rich may never happen
Giving is a sacrifice only
When you give what you cherish
When you give with all your heart
Someone will be waiting to give you
Giving with expectation in mind is giving wrongly
Cause giving is an assignment from God
And you cannot afford to fail God
It is much blessed to give
Than to receive says the Holy Book
The secret of blessing is in giving
Those who are to receive must learn how to give
Giving helps us reshape our destiny
Love expresses itself in giving
True giving is giving without expectation
Dive board jumpers Korea Germany
Like wandering Jew eternally
No surname are necessary
Everything is transitory
Can’t remember the names of anyone from 1st to 5th grade
I wonder what it is like to have a hometown or childhood friends
Results negative incapable of forming meaningful long term relationships
High suicidal rates drug use and incarceration even more messed up than our parents
Shoulder intergenerational PTSD
Stating at Riverwalk and Alamo
Always remembering life on the road
Lonely no family
Four faces
ten cows
40 people
a river runs through it
Aberdeen Rapid City Sioux Falls
crops of corn soybeans
hog factory ethanol highway interstate
flat plains shadow of Rockies
sparse vast country music cowboy hats
pickups tractors American flag whackos
jacks coyotes
buffalo paddlefish grasshoppers deer crows
vulture walleye pheasants otters cattle grain
green sky derecho buffalo
ghost towns railroad
Homestake mine caves peaks
tribes pioneers reservation farms
million Big Siouxland
crickets chirp
plains old west
motorcycle rally August
blizzard snow hot humid
Wedding dress rides bicycle.
She cracked ribs staring in my window.
Crocodile teardrops jail cell.
Peat shale lignite.
Venus squaw bean.
Police car mother death.
Late September,
Drugstore beads. sandalwood.
snaps cowgirl Indian boyfriend
The sound of buffalo meat on her teeth,
Taste the smell of sleep,
Cannabis wafting,
Chew the diamond, steal the slipper,
Call the captain and skinny dipper.
The palm fronds climb.
Squaw walks whiskey hills
Eyes cracked wide shut
Gripped by the hunger of a world,
chasing visions
The moon bleeds through the window
The stars hum a song of youth.
Some may look to distant Mars
among radiant stars.
Get to the desert, you'll find more
much nearer ours.
Nearer than any man knows.
Ancestral, celestial bones,
secret kept in Mojave's botany
seldom seen
though I've never been.
Spread of clustered flowering panicles..
tall giants in sun swept sleep,
despite little rain
inside darkest soul
they creep.
As a child waking from slumber,
thirsty in wonder..
they'll see you free wi' no more pain,
'cept that you bring.
Look to the west,
our landlocked stars..
and be free again,
truly free,
once again.
Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!
Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left to gather.
He exposes Ai's warriors-
The burning city behind,
The ravine in front,
The king of Ai is a fool,
Leaving the city undefended.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
There can be no refuge,
When there's no Substitute,
When Yahweh attacks His enemies."
Why the curved sword, Son of Man?
"The Earth's harvest is ripe,
I must reap swiftly and fully!
Big Lie Country will be reaped,
The Son will proceed to judge,
Earth's bad grapes are over-ripe!
I will swing the curved sword,
Gather in the bad grapes,
And toss them into the wine press!
Fools say there is no God,
Calling evil good and good evil.
Presumptive pride's defeat!
The rocks cannot hide them,
When they reject the Substitute,
When the Son attacks His enemies."
Then I saw the winepress of God,
Where the blood of bad grapes
Reached the height of horses' bridles
For a distance of 200 miles.
But blessed are those,
Who die in the Lord,
For there's no sin in Him.
Our Substitute redeems!
I am not sure if you are having a peaceful rest
I may not know you but my heart feels you
My bones feels your fear and trauma
How scary it must have been in a land full of strangers
Being tortured by the humans that could not even understand your pleading
Yes they are humans and not animals
And they a bit more scary than wild animals
Did they not know how dear you were to your mama
Did they not know your father depends on your future
Did they not know how hard you had struggled to be there
Did they even not know that your country had trusted you
How ruthless of them
I wish I had not seen your picture for your sad face still dwells in my brain
Imagining how scared you might have been and the pain you might felt breaks my heart into thousand pieces
Do not be sad everything will be okay
Sleep son sleep
The Lord will pay for your injustice
Sleep son sleep
Your soul should rest for sure
Dedicated: Joshua Mollel
Festive lights are in the air
A celebration we must sharre
Being quite bold
We must visit the O'Brien secret successful gold
And announce Joshua is another year old
Relish this Leprechaun thought
Since it is with family love it was bought
Happy Birthday, Joshua
Love,
Uncle Marc
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