Life is full of joy and sorrow. We never know what comes tomorrow. We make plans with baited breath While pushing back the hands of death. We try to play the hero's part With an arrow in our heart. We gather flowers as we go. The years fly by and bring us woe. The losses come one by one, And we feel our life is done. We are told to carry on And embrace the coming dawn. We feel such emptiness within. We weep for what life might have been. Our hopes and dreams have flown away, And still we're staying one more day. Our courage keeps us living here After losing all that's dear. -Yu/stan/kema-
We travel through this world
with hope and expectations,
and each of us grew up
with our own preconceptions.
Life happens to us all
and brings good things and bad.
We’ve had moments of laughter
and tears when we were sad.
We’ve learned from those with wisdom,
made mistakes when we’re alone,
and kept repeating messages
our parents had sown.
We reached out to each other
with intentions that were real.
We believed what they were saying,
and how it made us feel.
We looked forward to the future,
and we soothed each others woes.
We accepted imperfections and
we made it through the lows.
But people change much quicker
than we can really see,
and they seem to out-grow us
as we’re left with misery.
We learn there are lessons
in life that leave a sting.
We never can predict
what the years will bring.
When I was young and believed in Self,
I was in such excellent health.
I was full of fight and felt alive.
I knew then I could survive.
When I was knocked to the ground,
I’d bounce back up for another round.
Positive words would clear my mind,
And courage I could always find.
I held strong values deep inside,
Never gave in to foolish pride,
Loved my enemies the best I could,
And did good deeds in the neighborhood.
I believed in God and I had hope
That whatever happened, I could cope.
No matter how hard my life could get,
I never kept myself in debt.
The losses came, one by one
Until the fight in me was done.
So many losses in a row,
Too many years were full of woe.
I could not find God anywhere
And told myself He did not care.
Every step I tried to take,
Only led to more heartache.
My friends became invisible,
And I fell in a deep, dark hole.
It took me years to find a way
Out into the light of day.
I’d lost my health. I was alone.
My friend left me on my own.
I grew cynical and tough
And finally, I said “enough.”
“Enough of feeling victimized,
I need to find a way to rise.”
“I need to build my life again,
Not focus on ‘What might have been.”
Sanctify, Oh sanctify,
This clean air I take inside.
Breathe it deep within my lungs
And exhale my wounded pride.
Glorify, Oh glorify,
All the trees I walk beneath.
Teach my soul to touch the sky
And erase my unbelief.
Beautify, Oh beautify,
The flowers at my fingertips.
Inhale deep within each flower.
Sing their praises with my lips.
Magnify, Oh magnify,
All the blessings that I see.
Turn me from what’s negative.
Focus on God’s majesty.
Sanctify and glorify
All the things within my soul.
Help me most to realize,
Nature’s gifts can make me whole.
Beautify and magnify
My faith and trust in God’s great art
And help me see His gifts for me
Come from a Father’s loving heart.
Breathe in and out the breath of life.
Breathe in deep and hold it fast.
Help me see the good in life
And erase my painful past.
Life seems to be an endless
Cycle of events.
Some days you swear it all
Doesn’t make any sense.
There are days when it seems
Things come together well
And life appears to be
Like a happy fairy tale.
Then there are times
When it all falls apart,
And you are left coping
With a shattered heart.
It is hard to keep a balance
Of the good and the bad,
And yet remain stable
When tears make you sad.
Just when you have it all,
Life throws you a curve.
You try to keep on going
And hope you keep your nerve.
You pull yourself together
And learn to say good-bye.
You hope you find meaning
In life before you die.
When I was a child, life was hard and a daily struggle for survival, but it was also filled with so many delightful experiences. I lived in poverty, food was scarce, and I was hungry most of the time. I was lucky enough to have people, who lived near me who believed in the old African saying, ” It takes a village to raise a child.” My next door neighbor was a Mexican woman with a son about my age. She would send him out to play with me with extra hot tortillas to share. I suppose that is why my favorite place to eat as an adult is a Mexican restaurant, Carlos O’ Kelly’s. I also stop by the Sonic most of the time on my way to get my infusions, to buy a breakfast burrito. I’m sure it’s a way the child part of me receives comfort and warmth before my eight-hour infusions at the hospital.
During childhood, I played in the alleys and a near-by school with children from the neighborhood. My best friends were twin boys whose father owned a local IGA store. We would play baseball all day long in the hot sun. The thud of a baseball in a well-worn glove and the crack of a bat still brings fond memories. After we finished playing ball, the twins would take me to their dad’s grocery store. He would hand us all popsicles. I always chose grape. I never forgot the feeling nor the taste of a melting grape popsicle clinging to the roof of my mouth before sliding down my throat. My favorite treat now is buying a grape slush at the Sonic. It’s another way of connecting a pleasant experience from the past to the present and it brings comfort.
As a girl, I was fearless in the out-doors. Inside my house was poverty, domestic violence, and alcoholism. My parents were absent most of the time. But outside, there were people who cared about me, alleys to explore, flowers to smell, trees to hug and rest against, a river to catch crawdads in, insects to study, and birds that sang beautiful songs I still recognize as an old woman. I carry inside me now a passion for nature who gives me safety and comfort.
Even though life was filled with hurtful experiences in my childhood, it was also a time filled with life-giving, beautiful experiences. These experiences built hope for the future. All I had to do was reach out and take it with a receptive heart.
Darkness and light
are both intertwined
among the threads
of my life’s fabric.
Love and fear
are found at
the intersection of
commitments I make.
Beauty and truth
are found when I
contemplate my desire
for what is good.
Respect and faith
are a part of
where trust endures.
Life and death
are journeys I
to embrace eternity.
LIFE IS A BALANCING ACT.
From the time we are born until the time we die, we seem to juggle things in our environment in order to get our needs met or find a place of equilibrium so we can feel safe and reasonably happy.
As a baby, we learn to cry to get attention so we can signal to others that something is not as we want it to be whether it be a lack of food, water, or a clean bottom. As we grow older, we learn the cues on how to please those we rely upon for our survival. If we frown too much or scream too much, we often upset the apple cart and don’t get our needs met in the affectionate way we prefer. We may get what we want, but we may pay a price for our impatience. If we call people names or curse, we learn we may not get what we need at all.
As we grow into adulthood, we learn how to compromise, how to give in when the cost is not too prohibitive. When love comes along, we learn to sacrifice at times so the other person gets what he or she needs or wants. We learn the art of give and take, the difference between need and want, and how to analyze the pros and cons of a situation. And sadly, we learn with a lot of pain, what happens when we give too much when the other person gives too little. We come to understand the delicate balance of caring for our own needs as well as those of other people.
As we enter in to the sunset of our lives, we find the balance between taking risks and being safe, how much to cling to and when to let go. We learn to slow down, if we are intelligent, and we take the time to be aware of what is around us and become grateful for the little things in life.
We find that we can survive with less, and that love and family is more valuable than having lots of money to spend. We become more interested in what we leave behind and what lies before us and less interested in material things. We learn that loss happens to all of us and that we need to take the time to grieve for those things that are gone. We learn to balance our expectations when coming face to face with what is, and most of all, we come to value peace, above all things. Hopefully, we find the courage to walk the tight-rope between life and death before we finally let go for the very last time.
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Life is fraught with surprises
Some are good and some are not.
They can bring forth jubilation
Or life lessons we are taught.
It is up to us to take them,
As they come, one by one.
We must learn to deal with losses,
And hard battles we have won.
Life is so uncertain.
Many things can go awry.
But it is so important,
To persist and always try.
For when we are broken
And the end seems so near,
The storm clouds roll away,
And we can see our way clear.
Life can make us feel humble,
Or we end up feeling sure
Of the strength of our character,
And our skills to endure.
Life is not for the weak.
To survive we must be strong;
Learn to trust each other
And admit when we are wrong.
For life is short, not endless,
And the moments fly so fast.
We must cling to human kindness,
And forgive what is past.
It is only in the present,
We can drink life to its brim,
And reach out toward each other
Before our eyes grow dim.
“Dedicated to my teacher.”
THE GIFT OF LIFE.
The seed falls on fallow ground,
Full of the possibility of a new tomorrow.
It waits in the dark cocoon of night
For the spring rains to come and kiss
The outer shell with needed moisture.
Droplets of rain fall gently against its skin.
It cracks open with a shout of exaltation.
It raises its tiny seedling leaves
And inches up through dirt and rock,
Needing the warmth of the sun’s rays.
Like liquid gold, the sun’s heat and light
Flows through its tiny leaves and stem.
Held in the sun’s embrace, the tree grows
With each gentle rain that falls,
Reveling in the strength of its trunk,
Its branches reaching upward,
And its green leaves seeking the sky.
Power, grace, and courage,
All come together to create beauty,
In a world torn with war and sorrow.
The tree sways, creaks, and bends
Under the force of the wind.
Yet it remains upright, strong,
To become a gift of Life.