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We first met at O’Charlies with her tears and my ears.
We had attended Sunday School together - we joined
another for a couple years. When we returned, her spouse
had died. Proverbial arms were already ‘round her sweet soul.
She braved returning to church, knowing we’d see her.
A wreck, she loved that man with everything; her source
of strength, he was. They had planned to serve together.
He had his lovely voice, his guitar - they’d read the bible
with the seniors at a small center, even to memory-impaired.
But, this assignment was given to this heartbroken soul,
stepping up as a leader, with encouragement. Eager
to do her best, she gained a following. I served with her
for awhile, after our meeting for lunch at her favorite place.
Back to O’Charlies, Sue’s tears shattered upon the table,
the floor, my shoulder. I was wet with her pure grief.
It was my first time seeing someone so wrecked from
losing their dearly departed. I had seen others, but only
as a freeze-frame. Sue allowed me in and I loved her dearly.
You’ve probably guessed, she has left her place on earth.
Exciting that she’s joined her beloved Al in heaven. Found
out about her passing only yesterday, but she died in May.
Still processing the death of this saint, who loved her grands,
her pet, her church, her friends and most certainly the Lord.
She was the one who would show up with goodies, specially
baked chocolate chip cookies. Bravely and faithfully attended
Sunday School, on Thursday evenings, when she could.
I know I heard God’s voice telling me to grab her hand,
bring her up front to praise the Lord, as the invitation
had been made. She was not in my direct eyesight, but
I could feel her heartbeat. How interesting that it was
Valentine’s Day and my husband was sick at home.
So I grabbed Sue’s hand and we walked up front to praise
together. With tears in her eyes, she asked “Kim, how
did you know?” I told her that Al was with us, we are all
part of the communion of saints. I held her heart, and I
was blessed by a friendship that transcends time and space.
Rest in peace, my sweet friend! I will see you one future day.
Tears…
6/22/2023
She sits on a street corner with a teardrop in her eye
Wishing she were in the cars of the people driving by
Her mother left with some john about two months ago
The man with the eviction notice didn’t care she had no place else to go
She carries in her small backpack everything she owns
The coming of the winter colds is in the winds that have blown
The bed she made on a City Park bench can comfort her no more
Her absences in the public school do not entice anyone to go looking for …
… the poor little black girl that nobody cares about
She has potential deep inside of her buried beneath the hunger pains
But nobody in this busy world recognizes what there is to gain
She is doing everything she possibly can to stop from turning tricks
But the only thing her mother taught her was how to hide the bruises from her kicks
The Styrofoam cup she holds out to strangers hasn’t collected any coin
People just leave her looks of disgust as if she is at fault for being forlorn
Shadows cast by the high-rise buildings grow longer with the setting sun
As commuters begin their journeys home she stands up in front of everyone …
… and the poor little black girl lets out a booming shout
“I don’t do this because I want to; being abandoned was not my choice;
I tried quietly to ask for help – but today I will use my voice
I turned thirteen years old today – the anniversary of another girl’s mistake
Is it too much to ask for, just once, a piece of cake?”
“You can pretend that I don’t exist; you can pretend that you’re better than me;
You can long for that future day when I am no longer here for you to see;
You can hate me and fear me and just turn your head the other way;
But you will see me again, sitting by our Father to hear your excuses come judgment day”
Businessmen and businesswomen stopped for just a minute
They looked around at one another not sure of the message or how to spin it
Then continued towards their taxis, subways, ferries and their cars
She stood alone after the sun went down beneath the twinkling stars …
It is up to you, now, to determine how this story turns out
Do not turn the superior eye of critical passivity upon these efforts
…. We must not be ambitious. We cannot aspire to masterpieces.
We may content ourselves with a joy ride in a paint-box.
Quote- Winston Churchill, Painting as a Pastime.
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That Which Within Art's Paradings, Imitates Life
This beating heart once dwelt within a hidden place
to preserve what I loved and could never replace
in youth, I set my throne in purple-crested hills
in forest's foliage where Nature overspills
safer refuge, a child's most magnificent shield
within that nether realm there my soul never yields.
Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.
All this wicked world and all of its savage blades
offered sanctuary in hideous parades
yet in valiant spirit, I knew such was so wrong
I refused, to join its repugnant bustling throngs
decisions made, I have yet to ever regret
those that youthful life and its wild-born journey set.
Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.
Now I have survived, in my own time growing strong
I changed my dreams but not ever my youthful song
as time using its power delivered decay
I fear neither its wrath nor its destructive way
for life has taught me, we are but mere molded clay
here today, only to be gone some future day.
Dear are the gifts given we so blindly refuse.
As always the same lies we rinse and then reuse.
Robert J. Lindley, original Sept- 24th-1992
edited, 10/17 2020. 10/18 2020...
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A straightjacket he refused to wear
Claiming life is boring and so unfair
Yet its colors are marvelously grand
And its epic pains more than he could stand
RJL, 1992...
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"From a rainbow, he tore off a delicious piece,
To eat its vanishing visionary release"
Quote- RJL- 1992.
Twas an ordinary scene
On an ordinary day
She an ordinary woman
On her ordinary way
Doing work of little consequence
She walked to Jacob’s well
Never knowing that in future day
The world would know her tale
For as she drew to fill her pot
A man she noticed there
Who were he any other Jew
Wouldst not have shown her care
But instead he bid her, “Dip the cup
And give me thence to drink”
Leaving her to wonder why
He did not think as others think
For her home was of Samaria
And her people often shunned
But in quiet voice he spoke to her
And soon her trust he won
For he told her all the things that
In her life she ever did
And he spoke of living waters
Offering unto her this bid
That if she would partake of such
She’d never thirst again
So she asked him
“Give me thus that I might also worship then”
But the man looked in her eyes and spoke
A phrase to stand all time
“Ye worship that ye know not what”…
A daunting truth sublime
For every living soul
Must also face this fact as they
Grow from adolescent innocence
Into life to make their way
With the charge to every man
That ‘Life Eternal is to know’
The one true God who dwells on high
Yet we dwell here below
With no way to see his face
Or touch his hand or hear his voice
So it seems that every soul
Must someday come to make the choice
Will we heed His invitation:
“Plant the seed of faith and try”
All the words that have been given
Of the prophets by and by
And see if not the tree doth grow
By study and by prayer
And your load of burdens lightened
Casting on Him every care
And so I write to ask myself
As well as each of you
Do we know of what you worship
Do we know the God that’s true
For the sands of time are running thin
That day is at the door
When we’ll see him face to face…
And face our answer evermore
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A LIFE THAT'S LIVED by Brandy Jean Pryor
We live life for the fight
Never knowing if we are right
We just take off and go
Not knowing if we are darkening our soul
Living for only tomorrow
Brings us only turmoil and deep sorrow
Live in the now as the Buddhists say
To ward off premonitions of each future day
Feel as you feel
Understand you will heal
To know why emotions shine through
Figure it out so as to find the complex being that is you
Not to take that harshly or directed only your way
The complexity I speak of is the truth of all humanity
Born with such wonder and belief
But we grow fearful, cynical and are driven by grief
We each know and love who we are inside
Until someone knows what's better for you so they take the wheel to drive
Never are we taught right from wrong
We feel compassion and guilt within us like a worn out old record song
That we listen to and listen to, to try to understand
The truth begins somewhere,. Retrace your steps, find alone where you stand.
Blessed with free will so as not always to obey
But then we are taught by our parents to always do as they say
It all seems so confusing, contradictory to say the least
So what is truly right, whose beliefs do we preach?
Forget the beliefs of others. The knowledge resides in you
We are all the center of our own universe so you alone know the path for you that's true
Knowledge is power. Put yours to the test.
Expand your imagination, wake your mind’s eye from its rest.
Discover yourself as a young, poor, small, scared child
Return to being that perfect, innocent being for awhile
Find wonder and awe in everything around
Ask why, why, why to every adult that is found
Forget the destination, live life to do what's wrong
In the end just dance to your own rhythm even though we are all listening to the same song.
Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep.
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way.
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive.
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee.
Do you recall how much I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.
Your Loving Son Always,
Michael
05/04/1974 - 10/27/1991
You Will Never Be Forgotten
You Will Always Be Loved
Rest In Peace My Beloved Son
"To the one held responsible and accountable for my son's death.
To the one responsible for taking my son's last dying breath.
To the one who caused so much misery and sorrow to your family and mine.
To the one found guilty of manslaughter who has now served his time.
If you are truly remorseful, then I've only one last thing to say to you.
If you are truly remorseful then I Forgive you."
Farmer Father's Words To Beloved Son
(LECTURE, WISDOM, PRAYER PASSED ON)
Hold your horse my son, lets pull in tandem
united is better than single and random
You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow
later you may rest, while I start milking the cow
With that done, we feed the chickens and pigs
then you carry dirt away as my shovel digs
Next we rest and have our noonday dinner
morn was great, we shall make afternoon a winner
Supper will call, come and enjoy a meal
thus we can know true, how fantastic life can feel
Day done, with pride we can hold our heads high
before we sleep, pray our Lord our souls should we die
Dawn comes, rise to enjoy its great blessing
say another prayer before we start dressing
Back to work well before the first cock crows
this my son, is farmer's life everybody knows
Cherish time together for life will end
know my deep love and know I am your best friend
Hold that thought in true faith, the live long day
all we say and do, we must some future day pay
You are best fruit of our family tree
this family's love and our farm-work sets us free
You feed the mules, I will sharpen the plow
later you may rest, while I start milking the cow
Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2017
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Note: I was born and raised on a farm. I am keenly aware of its positives and its negatives..
Much can be said about both, but I know this, the hard work, long hours and
low pay(if any?), did not kill me and certainly taught me responsibility and to be a better man when making my own way in this dark and cruel world..
The King Of Beasts
By Roy Merritt
I don’t do very much,
I don’t attend to labors
I lay around most of the time
And sometimes eat my neighbors
I don’t do any of the hunting either
I leave that to my wives
Anything that requires some effort
I pretty much despise
And yet I’m king of the beasts
A regal being I do be
The proudest of the lions
On the wide Serenghetti
My diet seldom varies
I eat a lot of gazelle
And sometimes smaller prey
And buffaloes as well
And sometimes when I’m frisky
And needing some extra love
I’ll kill the little ones
Others fellow’s cubs
But don’t you think it was easy
To become master of this troupe
If I’d tried to early
I’d been thrown for a loop
For it’s a tough job
Being master of this realm
Such a job to young
Will surely overwhelm
You have to be ready
To take this job one that you can savor
One you can enjoy
And sometimes eat your neighbor
I don’t have many friends either
The hyenas I abhor
And when I hear them laugh
It burns me to the core
These creeps and the jackals
And vultures slow and fleet
Are always sneaking in
Trying to steal my meat
And that’s one of the troubles
The things that’ll make you quaver
When you’re about your duties
And sometimes eat your neighbor
But don’t you worry yourself
With things of those faraway
But perhaps we’ll get a chance
To meet on some future day
Perhaps you’ll come here
And perhaps me you’ll favor
And I’ll eat you when you’re here
In the time you are my neighbor
For you see I’m a lion fool
A lion apt to roar
And you should have thought of that
Before you dared to move next door
FOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
Four Christmas presents were laid down so very long ago,
The very first ones to be given of which that I know.
Seemed not to be much to those ones who may have gathered round
And saw what had been lying there so neatly on the ground.
A little child perhaps would cry about the gifts received,
But oh, how valued are these gifts to those who have believed!
The first was gold, and it spoke out of royalty divine--
Not many living in that day this gift would ever find.
The second was a fragrant smell that speaks of all the prayers
That ever went from all mankind until that night so fair.
The third was perfume for the dead, a bitter, poignant scent,
And yet it spoke of a future day of that final, small present:
It wasn’t wrapped in paper fine and all tied up with bows,
Nor was it clothed in majesty with royal garb or clothes.
Just simple swaddling clothes it had to keep its body warm,
But oh, this gift was best of all to be laid there that morn!
This gift was God incarnate come to us by virgin birth
To rescue men from sin’s sad curse that had been brought to earth.
Some still today will scoff this gift and say, “It’s not for me,
I’ll make it on my own somehow, you can just wait and see.”
Yet you will find the roads are closed to heaven other ways;
The only way to its reward is through God’s saving grace.
Trust then, my friend, now in these gifts: the gold of Deity,
The frankincense of prayer to Him for His salvation free,
The myrrh of bitter death for you upon the cross that day,
The Son of God all wrapped with love to take your sin away.
continued from Pt 1
Exactly one year and at midnight, when she turned twenty one,
Was the darkest of nights that had ever been since time had begun.
There came a great storm and when the lightning did strike,
caused that mirror to light up and begin to vibrate and hum with delight.
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Rain was pouring and from the tin roof water was filling a drum.
The greater the storm, the greater the hum.
From the bed, Mary wanted to get up and run.
But she seem to be paralized and just layed there and watched stunned.
Oh the things she saw would have made your hair rise.
Maybe even caused you to go blind in both eyes.
It seemed like hours but was only a minute, then Mary felt very strange.
What was happening? She was floating and the mirror was in range.
As she neared it, it seemed to open it's arms and embrace her.
She was disappearing into the glass, looking into the distance far.
And as she left, she felt the most wonderful peace she had ever known.
Mary disappeared and no one knew where she had gone.
Her twenty first birthday, people came to celebrate.
They couldn't find Mary and they were all in a state.
They looked in her bedroom and her bed was in place.
But her new mirror was gone and there was no trace.
Speculations were that Mary longed to live in a future day.
Maybe even travel through space in the sun's ray.
But wherever Mary went that mirror's there too.
And maybe someday it will bring her back when her traveling's through!