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Can you imagine if you are going to college and someone paying off all your loans?
Can you imagine starting off on a clean slate in life? Can you imagine you being in a position where you will be able to help the next generation after you? Can you imagine?
A billionaire and family did it for Morehouse College seniors for 2019.
I consider this as being ‘A Time of Jubilee’ concept.
Jubilee is a time of forgiveness, a time of ‘Respiration’ “…and is a physiology movement of oxygen from the outside environment to the cells within tissues, and the transport of carbon dioxide in the opposite direction.”
Billionaire, Mr. Robert F. Smith help started off a new chapter in history.
The Question is; Will others with the abilities to set ‘The FutureNow’ students off on a ‘Debt Free’ road, where they could help bring America to the place where God has a plan for it to be? That is a question only they can answer, or are they plan to take it to the grave unused???
And in the meantime, do what you supposed to do with what God has given YOU to do, or YOU will allow it to go to the grave unused.
This is my take for today and I will not take it back.
Minister Elder of Communication/Encouragement Counseling
On the first day of January I resolve to:
Be more patient and not let my temper get the best of me.
Next I resolve to lose weight-
I know the typical resolution for those who like food!
This will have to blend in with my first resolution of patience
On the contrary if i can lose weight and have patience then
i will be motivated to work more and do my next resolution of paying off bills
My fourth resolution is to travel more and get out of the state of Ohio
My final resolution is to write more, publish more and have fun doing it!
I am definitely ready to start the new year-
with patience to work towards a beach body, travel with no bills hanging over my head and the reward of people reading my poetry.
Karen Croft
December 30, 2021
Five New Year's Resolutions
L Milton Hankins
They say we struggle til we die,
If that's the case I don't want to fight to stay alive,
Feels like a crime,
Stealing money from our pockets the government doesn't leave us a dime,
Homelessness is at an all time high,
Yet Trudeau fills the media with all his lies,
Bring in the democracy,
Where's the inaccuracy,
We are worst off now than the great depression,
The people are getting worse with regression,
It's easier to by alcohol and drugs then food or a roof over our heads,
A fire in our hearts is dying,
As well as our want to live
No one wants to work when it doesn't do a dent,
They think it's easy paying off rent,
Landlords squeeze you for everything you don't have and expect you to repent,
They say we struggle til we die,
That's life,
I don't think I can take another strife,
I don't want to die,
But I'm not surviving,
I'm six feet in debt,
How are we supposed to pay,
I don't want to stay,
But there's no hope for the poor,
And to care for others is a chore when you have nothing to give,
They say we struggle til we die,
So here I lie in the debt of a ditch,
wishing to be buried and just get it over with.
Construction workers, fishermen,
hands broadened,
reddened cracks in the wintertime,
teachers, office workers,
a standing cashier feels aging
in her legs,
careers extended.
Can it be just a few more years til
they have freedom,
to live on Social Security?
Paying off mortgages,
and children's student loans,
paying, paying.
Arthritis cream and knee replacement
surgeries,
their funeral will be their retirement party.
Groceries, housing costs have gone up,
while adult children still ask for
financial help.
Hoping their vehicles last a few more years,
hoping, hoping.
Their grandchildren depend on them,
when their parents don't fill the gaps,
aging in America, not for the faint hearted,
the sympathetic Lord will see them through,
as they hold on tightly,
Sunday dinner thanking Him for their endurance.
Their funeral will be their retirement party.
A gleaming white locomotive in the mists on the railway-
no work today, as it stops for them
to come aboard to Heaven. ~
I’ve been playing for years,
well aware of your fears,
most don’t make it, that’s clear,
but they say we’ve cracked the top ten;
a struggle it’s become,
but it always was one,
finally, it seems done,
downloads paying off dividends.
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
Take a chance on my dream,
not a sure thing, it seemed,
of the crop I’m not the cream,
spent so many ate nights away.
I know you could have left,
parents said that was best,
maybe we passed the test,
we’re coming on a good payday!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
All that went wrong,
we’ve been waiting for so long,
all my mistakes,
challenges along the way.
all of this risk,
making sure I earned this,
breakthrough, at last,
no more days of living fast!
Hang on, hang on,
babe we’re almost there,
hang on, hang on,
we’ll get there.
So close to it
you better prepare,
hang on, hang on,
it’s right there!
There is a specific kind of silence that happens on a phone screen
when the uncles in the village post a picture of the dried-up borehole.
They do not add caption text or dramatic emojis;
they just let the cracked mud speak for itself to the cousins in Gaborone
who are busy paying off car loans they can barely afford.
My phone vibrates against the wooden table like an unwelcome heartbeat.
An aunt text-messages a Bible verse about enduring the famine,
typing it in all caps because her eyesight is failing under the dim solar light.
Nobody replies with poetry or clever metaphors.
We just type Amen because it is the only currency we have left to share.
In the city, we pretend we have cut the umbilical cord,
moving between air-conditioned offices and scanning barcodes at the mall.
But you cannot block the dirt road from your bloodline.
A notification pops up about a contribution for a broken tractor part,
and suddenly the salary you haven't received yet belongs to Kachikau.
I remember when news used to travel by foot or on the back of a donkey,
arriving late but carrying the actual breath of the person who brought it.
Now, the emergency arrives in blue ticks and instantaneous panic,
breaking through our neat, modern routines
to remind us that survival is still a collective hustle.
So I don't look for rhymes to soften the blow of these text messages.
I write this down exactly as the screen glows against my face in the dark.
We are a generation caught between the data bundles we buy
and the old soil that still demands our sweat,
waiting for the typing indicator to tell us who we have to save next.
If you are fortunate to be able to have you and your
family's dental needs taken care of-
thank the good Lord when you pray,
because many in our midst cannot make a
dental appointment on any given day.
Men, women, children are struggling with
tooth decay, their teeth hurt,
dentists out there, I'm not trying to be curt.
The high cost of dental care leaves many
people in a tough situation,
this must be addressed more in our nation.
Some people have died of dental disease,
listen, dentists, please-
I know some of you are paying off student loans,
but this problem can't be left alone,
if you haven't already, try to fit into your time,
charitable dental work for those squeezing
every dime.
Some families make a little over the Medicaid
and other social health programs threshold,
but still need help, so may I speak bold-
perhaps some socialized dentistry, if that's
what it takes,
especially for the needy's sake.
For many, sitting in a dental chair has not
been in awhile,
and God wants everyone to be able to smile. ~
Pale moonlight peeks gently for me right now,
yet it feels bright as day for me
as I think of you—
Cloudy velvety skies cover the glow of moon,
yet it’s still comforting like thick blankets on a cold eve
as I realize—
That is how warm your light is,
since you spread so much love
with your friendship, with your poetic gems
It is almost as if
you absorb Sol’s glow—
Your love for laying out in the sun paying off,
as you emanate that sunny energy
to people you come across with...
Your words have the strength of a warrior,
(A word warrior indeed!)
yet it also has the gentleness of a lady.
Your presence magnetic,
pulling heartstrings
like beams of sunshine
being brushed along a canvas
to paint a rainbow.
I think of you,
especially on this special day
as I celebrate a beautiful friend.
Yes, crickets are chirping
along with me right now...
Perhaps a song for you?
Darkness all around me,
with lights dim...
And yet
smiles twinkle in my eyes
I think of you,
...And raes of sunlight
will always, always
kiss my cheeks.
***Smiles, love and hugs to a beautiful and
wonderful friend.
Happy, happy birthday, Andrea sweetie!!!
^_^
September 5
I bring to you a memory…a story that undertakes
to show we never know what lesson we will learn from our mistakes.
Years ago I took my students on a field trip to Tarpon Springs
We visited the sponge docks and took a boat ride…of all things.
The plan was…after we finished with our spongy ocean jaunt
we would eat a sit down lunch in a nice Greek restaurant.
I put all my students money in two envelopes in the pocket of my coat
one half was for the restaurant…the other for the boat.
The boat ride was magnificent…a fun morning in the sun
and after paying off our captain…he hugged us…everyone…
He made it a point to thank each one of us before we went away…
I wondered if all Greek captains were as happy…or just him…that day.
The meal at the restaurant was amazing……the perfect way to end our day
but I ran into a little snag when it came time to pay.
When I reached for the second envelope inside the pocket of my coat
I realized I’d given both envelopes…all our money…to the captain of the boat.
It seems what enhanced the captain’s happiness…was my tiny, little slip
as I gave him something in the neighborhood of a $300 dollar tip.
So there I was at the restaurant…where…to my dismay
after we all finished eating…I had no money left to pay.
My students were blissfully unaware…they seemed as happy as can be
so I reached into my wallet and took out my credit card…Plan B.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life…and I’m sure I’m not done yet
but the mistake I made that day is one I never will forget….
It’s the day I learned mistakes can also be blessings
for when I see that captain’s smile in my memory from way back then
I like to think if given the chance
I’d make the same mistake…again.
Some seeds planted long ago
Some seed planted recently
Some seeds didn’t make it
Some seeds already blooming
Some seeds still germinating
How ironic the seeds in my life are following earth’s seasons
God upstairs has mastered both humor and rhyme
The pruning I did in the winter is paying off
What has died is being replaced with something sturdier
It feels like forever that the universe and I are in sync
Perhaps living in the dark all those years is paying off
I still have much to improve and I know no finish line
But I’ve finally found peace in waiting for my life’s new tree
I must go and pour more faith fertilizer on this new fief