An angel is born,
reuniting families once torn, they race
atmosphere smiles, joy fills every space
a new chapter unfolds, a healing trace
vocation grows, an everlasting chase
love sprouting, life's bonds laced
together they celebrate a healing trace,
a new chapter unfolded, of angel's arrival
of a baby born, as December unveils.
Simon Peter was a lonely fisherman
Craving for success
In the only vocation he knew
But delay bugged him down
Disappointment dogged his every step
Then stepped in the savior of his soul
And massive breakthrough
Followed the failed fisherman
As Jesus put an end to his past
And gave birth to his future
As a fisher of men
Jesus did not consult his past
To give him the future destined for him
Jesus did not worry about
His theological background
He rather looked at his heart
And found him ready and available
Listen when He calls
And make yourself available
For He uses broken things
By man’s estimation
And qualifies them to work in His vineyard!
Show sincerity in the job you do,
Know how to do the job properly,
Slow, but steady must happen,
Grow by using sheer hard-work
Learn the trade by using care,
Earn every Rupee justifiably,
Turn every stone to achieve,
Burn like the Sun while working
Feel honored by the job,
Kneel before doing duty,
Deal in the wisest way,
Steel-like will be had
Sweat out to succeed,
Get a passion to work,
Outlet is a tough job,
Fret and fume never
Policy of sincerity mst be used,
Courtesy to all must be shown,
Mercy to inferiors is a must,
Lazy attitude must be shunned
Rash decisions are dangerous,
Stash them into the dustbin,
Flash optimism at every stage,
Dash to do duty with mirth
Overlook not any point,
Look at things positively,
Book confidence always,
Outlook must be ever fair
Sincerity is a sure winner,
Nobility is a Divine trait,
Humility is truly Angelic,
Duty is a sacred venture
Promotion is a by-product,
Emotion must be clear,
Devotion to duty is great,
Dedication is valuable
Whatever job you may choose,
Deliver the best always please,
Never give room for dejection,
Sever relation with conceit!
Is a vocation still a thing?
Or have we all lost our zing,
And replaced it with a sting.
Is a vocation still a thing?
Or are we blind to anything but bling,
And now happy to trade drugs in ring.
Is a vocation still a thing?
Or have we lost the ability to cling,
To such a noble thing.
I have a son
who worries
His economic vocation
requires a political vacation
from the rest of us
and perhaps even light of sun
Which hardly feels sustainable
or resonant
and certainly not win/win resilient.
I have a son
so brilliant
he could choose to hunt
and gather shopping carts
at Walmart
And find a way
to help shoppers feel
he is vacationing
with
and for all of us.
I have a son
whose most visible mistake
is believing his anger and fear
stem from missing invitations
to enter his one true
politically correct
and socially esteemed
vocation
As if any employment
he could embrace
would not become more sacred
by his warm communication,
cooperative invitation,
profound sublimation,
ecosystemic renunciation
of fear
to make wrong
ego-uncentering annunciation
articulation
of what he means
by joining in
with this multiculturing humane race
Of confusing
competitive and cooperative
eco-political pace.
I am on vacation;
A human being died on Earth;
Live the life;
Yeah I've died here on Earth I'm dead;
Die this life here on Earth
and yet in the twinkling of
I live in heaven
My vacation is over
I go back to work I leave this earth
Back I go back to life to my vocation;
Back to work I go to heaven;
3/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
Had I tried and failed,
That would scarcely concern me,
Yet, I squandered my resources
Time and time again,
And failed so unnecessarily,
That is what so torments me.
I only wish I could contemplate
More than a mere handful
Of past achievements with pride
And satisfaction,
But even this paltry compensation,
Remains stubbornly beyond me.
Oh! With what unspeakable anguish
Do I regret the vocation
I came so close
And so oft to having
The sweet acclamation
That might have been mine.
Mother of Perpetual Help
Behold at your feet a humble and loving child
I need your help to recognize and follow the vocation in life that [Eternal] God has planned for me
Mother of Perpetual Help
I know more easily be saved in that state of life to which I have been called through the graces of your divine Son
My only desire is to follow [Eternal] God’s will in everything that concerns my future
For then I know I shall succeed in working out my eternal salvation
Guide and direct me in choosing the vocation in which I may best fulfill [Eternal] God’s divine plan here on earth
Be assured of seeing and possessing Him
all eternity
Amen
Prayer to Poem: 7022018
Poetry Form: Dramatic Monologue
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them
Words of poetry, lessons learned.
Virtue, honor, honesty and valor,
From days of past as in the future,
Lessons of poets eagerly yearned.
Days that have passed are the words.
Years are the wisdom of writers.
Tears, laughter, heartache or joy,
Passion, humility, religion and politics,
No subject is latent or demeaning.
Keys are ours to read, to unlock doors.
Minds to bring challenge and charm,
Souls to be enriched and blessed,
Hearts without sorrow cannot love.
Freedom to share all they may know.
Poetic words bring about humanity.