Celebrate with me
The coming of “myself.”
Out of broken dreams
Like a new-born baby,
No longer someone
I believe we are here in this world, in order to help make it a better place to live. It is our sacred legacy. Every act we commit can make this a good place or a difficult place to be. The choice is ours. We are human beings and we will not always choose wisely. What is important, is that we try to choose well as many times as we can. There are things that distract us from doing this. Our focus needs to come back to making the world better. If we are committed, our children will benefit from our actions. The following poem says it all. It was written by Alfred Grant Walton. Yu/stan/kema.
THE WORLD WE MAKE.
We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or we cast away.
We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark’s song or a lilac tree,
In a butterfly’s wing, in the pale moon rise,
And the wonder that lingers in the midnight skies.
We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we show in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.
We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.
What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven, or hell?
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world and there we live.
Alfred Grant Walton
There is a poem written by William L. Stidger that I have always liked. It’s title is,” I Saw God Wash The World.”
It has five stanzas. I want to share three of them today. For some reason, deep inside of me there resides a strong desire to stand before God being the best I can be. I know He accepts us with all of our imperfections. He accepts me just as I am. But I still want to honor Him by standing clean before Him. These stanzas remind me of that desire. Yu/stan/kema.
I SAW GOD WASH THE WORLD
I saw God wash the world last night
With His sweet showers on high,
And then, when morning came, I saw
Him hang it out to dry.
He washed each tiny blade of grass
And every trembling tree;
He flung his showers against the hill,
And swept the billowing sea.
I saw God wash the world last night.
Ah, would He had washed me
As clean of all my dust and dirt
As that old white birch tree.
William L. Stidger
One of the best poems ever written.
Should You Go First
Should you go first and I remain
To walk this road alone,
I’ll live in memory’s garden, friend,
With happy days we’ve known.
In spring I’ll watch for roses red
When fades the lilac blue.
In early Fall when brown leaves call
I’ll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you’ve touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I’ll hear your voice, I’ll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I’d have you do;
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I’ll follow you.
I’ll want to know the steps you take
That I might walk the same.
For someday, down that lonely road,
You’ll hear me call your name.
This is one of my favorite poems:
Afternoon On A Hill.
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass
And the grass rise.
And when the lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down.
Edna St. Vincent Millay.
For those who died on the beach of Normandy, and those whose boots walked on the trails in Vietnam and saw friends die, while they somehow survived. For the brave soldiers who fought in the Middle East and died knowing no safe place, we salute you. For the soldiers who fought in the heat of battle and came back home with scars on their bodies and scars on their souls, we weep for you. We hope you will get the help you need and find consolation.
For those who have lost siblings, parents, spouses and children to illness, old age, disease, accidents, lack of treatment, and in other ways, our hearts go out to you. It is our fervent wish that they find peace,
and you find comfort in knowing you are not alone.
Each of us has met someone who has made us feel special. This feeling cannot be captured by words because there are no words to give it justice. But when it comes, the joy we feel is immeasurable. We feel beautiful and invincible at those times. It is like a bright ray from the sun touches our soul and creates a fire that lights us up from within. We know at some level in our minds that we will never be the same again. We are given the greatest gift any one can give another, the gift of oneself. For those who dare to love, to care, to inspire, Thank you.
All of us as human beings want support from others. We need to know someone has our back. That dependable people exist in our world. We want people to accept us no matter how we feel: angry, sad, abandoned, not heard, fearful, loving. We need to have people who believe in us, who want us, who respect us, and who enjoy us. Most of all, we need people in our lives that care for us. People who will stay by our side no matter what.
I wonder why it is
That we can’t let go
Of memories that haunt us
Even though we say, “No.”
It seems in getting distance
And allowing breathing space
Our pain fades more quickly
To allow us some grace.
We want to fix the problem
That existed in the past.
We miss what we remember
And we want to hold fast
To the good that we cherished
From ones who made us feel
All kinds of emotions
And helped us to heal.
We forget the reasons why
We had to go away.
All we seem to think about
Is getting them to stay.
Confused by our emotions,
Our thoughts go round and round.
The tears keep on falling,
Yet we can’t make a sound.