Three poems from 2003

The Gift

The verse comes to the mind of the poet
The mystery of some bit of truth
Flowing from the mind of Truth itself
To an unworthy poet
Who has left the mind’s door ajar
To receive this gift
Tied with the bow called poetry
And given that others might know
The joy of untying the knot
To glimpse the Giver

Morning’s Gift

My eyes still heavy with the nights weight
Gazing through the pane the light crossed my path
Gently touching the side of a cedar.
And the heaviness rose leaving me weightless.

                                      Night came a second time, I awoke in darkness                                          Looking through the pane, the cedar was gray.
Turning the key riding past the same cedar
Light fell through a myriad of green
And the gray lifted in shades of life.

The third night passed, I awoke floating
For my mind had been touched by brightness.
A glimpse of pure beauty remained in thought
Flying past cedars bathed in rays
A glimpse of daylight in night
And the light to come, forever morning

Faith

To believe is to seek to believe
The truth just within my grasp
Yet just beyond my grip.
For it is free, this truth.
In holding it, my hand must be open
My mind willing
And my heart penetrable.
It does not stagnate
But the Builder strengthens
The believer.
For it is He we pray to know
And knowledge of Him is never complete
But ever growing as we
Seek to believe.

House and Home

 There is a place one cannot describe in mere words
And that is home.
Forty-nine years ago we found a sadly barren lot
Less than two acres
Two twenty somes with starry eyes and empty pockets
We imagined a chalet of wood and glass atop a shale ledge
A few wild cherry trees and baby cedars strewn here and there
No shade to shield us as we dug footings
The pieces of the place we would inhabit these many years of married life
Arrived upon a flatbed truck
It rose, a shell constructed by a master builder and one man who rode a Harley
The roof was laid, our work began
With staple gun I lined the rooms with silver insulation
My mate began and conquered every challenge
With books lent from Bloomfield library
And experience gained from his father
Married in May of seventy-one, saving for a year
And then the pain and joy of bringing dream to life
With help of family and friends
Sustained by food cooked on Aunt Mary’s Coleman stove
And ice cream cones in summer
Transported by our Willies’s jeep along with shovels, tools. and will
Clad in old clothes and young ideas
Scraping up each payment to the bank
Our wages gladly given: his for food and rent, mine for materials
In the fall of seventy-three we moved
Carrying with us a son; in the oven as my mom would say
And four years later a daughter.
We became a family, the house a home.
The years flew by and on this first day of March
As the sun rises, I am drawn to bring my coffee on the southern deck
And once again relive in the present that marvel experienced from the first
The spring coolness, the clean country air
The sun, the sounds of distant birds greeting morning
Being home.

Purifying Love

Lord, thank you for the sunrise
And early morning light
The coo of mourning dove calling to her kin

Thank you for the pain and grief
That draws me to your heart
And births in me humility
Freeing me from sin.

Thank you for my family,
Friends gathered on the way,
For trials and joys of life
‘Tis worth them both, I know

Thank you for the sunrise
When the Morning Dove returns
With joyful notes resounding

Purifying love.

Hero / Saint

The recent epidemic in China brought a flood of news about the fear of the population; fear of contracting the disease through contact with people who exhibit symptoms of the Corona virus. In some areas people are confined within the their towns and cities. Those aboard ships are being prohibited from going ashore. Face masks, disinfectants are in short supply.

My husband related the story of one Chinese man who decided to confront his fears and use his car for transporting those exhibiting symptoms of the virus to hospitals. He used face masks at first  and when they ran out he used his coat for protection. The report was broadcast on the radio.

When disaster strikes, heroes come forth and saints are made. Don’t know if this hero was Christian but he is certainly  living what Jesus declares: “Greater love has no man than this, that he would lay down his life for his friends.”  We may never hear what becomes of this person; perhaps he is a saint among saints unknown.

Speaking Up: Both Sides Now

As the second term of President G.W. Bush was about to end, he declared the last Sunday before the new president took office the National Sanctity of Life Day as he did in every year of his presidency.  Then on January 24, 2009 President Barack Obama took office. On January 27 we journeyed to the March for life as usual and were greeted with the news that our new president rescinded the Mexico City Policy of President Bush, thus allowing funding abortion overseas with American tax dollars.

Remnants of the inauguration of the first black (or person of color) president in the history of our country remained. Unfortunately we did not celebrate his victory that year or in the eight years of his presidency in light of his views and actions regarding abortion. With more zeal than ever crowds marched and numbers increased. The walk was shortened and we had to wait longer to begin the walk after the speeches. However, determination and enthusiasm along with great numbers of young marchers buoyed our spirits. Dedicated pro-life congress members rallied as usual speaking up for life.

I will never forget a Baptist minister accompanied by some folks of his congregation. He gave a powerful speech rebuking the new president for his pro abortion platform. They were members of the same race as our president. But race had nothing to do with abortion except as this minister stated, the numbers of their children aborted being far above the percentage of whites.

As always the March was peaceful and prayerful. People from across the country united. As we proceeded to exit the event walking down to Union Station to board our bus, a rotund policeman with dark skin complimented our group. I managed to attended several Marches during  President Obama’s term.

Eight years later I was not able to tolerate the trip to DC when President Trump was in office. But I watched as Vice President Pence spoke at the rally along with Kelly Ann. We once again had a pro-life president. and pro-lifers everywhere rejoiced when President Trump himself spoke this year in typical ‘Trump style’, forceful and direct’. The amazing thing was he looked out on the crowd and saw a generation of young people who survived Roe V Wade and hoped to see both sides– during and after the legalization of abortion in our country.

]Please note: I have equal respect for all people and hope my words do not offend anyone. Also, my heart aches for women who have aborted a child. Many have come forward to reveal the grief they encountered having done so.}

 

Speaking Up: Second Add

In 1997 Bill Clinton had been president for four years and reelected for a second term in January. Just a few days later, the March for Life took place in DC. The most agregious act of his term occurred in April of 1996 when he vetoed the Partial-bIrth Abortion Ban allowing the brutal killing of babies up to birth by aspirating the brain and removing a child from its mother’s womb; scientifically whitewashed as dilation and extraction.

In contrast to the dark cloud hovering over the March in‘93 and ‘97 the mood of the March in 2001 brightened as President G.W. Bush spoke via satellite entreating the huge crowd as he cited the constitution ; … He concluded saying: Take heart, be strong, go forth. God bless you!

No one imagined in September of 2001 our president would be interrupted while reading to grade school children bringing news of an attack on our country with thousands killed as we watched the twin towers fall vertically to the ground like blocks a child tumbled. The Pentagon suffered 125 deaths in a second attack and a third plane thwarted and crashed through heroic action over Pennsylvania that, except for a few heroes, might have struck the area where we stood that January day in 2001. The grim fact devastated our nation with nearly 3000 dead, and 6000 injured. (More info may be accessed on Wikipedia.)

Devastating, yes. But a grain of sand as compared to the millions aborted and others injured, in many ways, by abortion.

Next up: 2009 and 2013

Speaking Up: first add

In 1973 my husband and I were working full time, building a house, and hoping for a child. Sadly, I have no recollection of the Supreme Court landmark decision allowing abortion in our country. In fact it wasn’t until our first child was born that I became involved in the pro-life cause at my church in the pro-life ministry. Friendships formed with like minded people and I expressed my views when the subject came up in conversation with people of opposing views and often those who seemed neutral. Back then partial birth abortion or infanticide were not even possibilities.

Although the first March for Life occurred in 1973 when the law was passed, I first attended during President H. W. Bush’s term in the late 1980’s. He was pro-life and as I remember sent messages to the marchers supporting the cause. Barbara Bush on the other hand had decided some years before that life begins with the first breath and ends with the last breath. This fact was revealed in a New York Times article easily accessed through a google search. (Worth reading if you are interested in her reasoning; written by Susan Page taken from her book: Barbara Bush and the Making of an American Dynasty.) I have a different view on abortion; however, I respect her struggle in arriving at that conclusion.

Our next President Bill Clinton although once campaigning for governor acknowledged the evils of abortion, declared in 1992 he wanted to make abortion safe legal and rare. He became president in January and shortly after I attended the March for Life in DC and it was announced that the new president rescinded the pro-life executive orders in favor of the pro-life cause. It was indeed a sad day for at least some of us. Remember that goal of President Clinton: safe, legal, and rare.

In the light of day in 2020 would anyone truthfully say this has a grain of truth in it?   Except of course, the legal.