Inspire humble thoughts and majestic images.
Thank you Ageless One.
My wrinkles, scars, and bruises,
They demonstrate your generosity,
Your gift of longevity.
Thank you Rising Son.
Not as a complaint, but a deep sigh
For the aches and pains of old muscles and bones
They are a gift of a new day.
Thank you Heavenly Father
Each wheezing breath is a prayer
For clarity of mind and heart.
They bow in reverence.
Thank you Gentle Loving Spirit
So many faults and weaknesses,
And so I feel slovenly unworthy,
But still you pour out your bountiful graces.
Within your embrace I face the daily toils,
Overcoming the challenges of bigotry
Sharing the smiles and cheerfulness
With an attitude of simple humbleness.
Originally written: July 7, 2014
I have just finished reading Ann Voskamps’s
book titled: “one thousand gifts, A Dare to
LIVE FULLY right where you are.” I was unable
to read more than page or two at a time. Her
words provoked thoughts and meditation thereby
limiting the number of pages I could read in
one sitting. The above poem is a result of
An old family picture
On this day
From my father,
I am goal oriented
Pragmatic and a politician.
I am stubborn
As a concrete post.
From my dear mother,
I am grace and faith filled,
Artistic and generous.
I am thankful
And lovingly romantic.
I am very lucky!!
Originally written: May 15, 2000
Mothers Day was Sunday, May 14th in 2000. Mother passed away in
October 1976. My Mother-in-law passed away in July 1991. My Dad
died in January 1975. My Father-in-law died in November 1982. Mothers
Day in our family is a well celebrated event with family gathering to share
a meal and a day of stories, teasing, and games. It was also sharing the
chores of cooking and cleaning up afterward. It is a family tradition and in a
way a family ritual. It has been a ritual building family relationships of
understanding and patient endurance.
On Mothers Day it was natural to reflect on family and what gifts were
passed down. and the prose above. The words rattled around in my mind
all day. By the next day they just begged to be written down in my journal.
They were written down just this way, as if the words were indelible. The
were no corrections or word changes. Eleven years later, I would still make
Yes, I am very lucky!
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