Call to Prayer

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Why do we wait till crisis comes
When fear sets in and the body grows numb
To raise our hearts and voice in prayer
Calling to God // now made aware
And why do we think our begging and pleading
Will now be heard by Almighty God’s heeding
As folks are dying and we are reeling
Our invincible life precariously careening
Prayer is not the magic wand // making all serene
Nor the serpent on the pole to look upon for healing
God is not simply at your beck and call
Now that you have need and life’s about to fall
Crisis makes all aware that God has always been there
From everlasting to everlasting // though we never gave a care
Prayer does not bring OUR answers in time of despair
But rather strength and endurance to face all that’s there
So weep not for the grateful dead now no longer in pain
Rather weep for the soul who’s life has not yet waned
And for healthcare workers in the midst of crashing towers
Who find strength to help others in their final hours

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

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Courage

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What would you do if you were driving down the road and saw an accident happen? This week a team of high school football players and their coach, on their way home from a game, saw the car in front of them lose control and flip over right in front of them. In the car an elderly couple were trapped and could not get out.  The boys and their coach stopped to help. They all pushed on the car, lifting it high enough to get the man out, and then they freed the woman as well.

The week before a teacher in the classroom threw a basketball at a school shooter to distract him. As a result the teacher was shot and wounded and the shooter taken into custody.

What does it take to do a selfless act. It takes courage. Courage is not something you plan for, but rather something that you do when circumstances call for it.

Courage

Courage often unplanned // shows itself upon demand

When bursts of adrenaline flow in waves

Demanding response // and action to save

Seeing others in vulnerable life-threatening positions

Knowing life and death stands between me and split seconds

Would I have the courage to take a stand…

Jump in harm’s way to lend a hand

 

No one knows how they would react

Overriding fear // having their back

Risking life and limb for ones fellow man

Becoming the hero when adrenaline demands

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Thanks to Ali Grimshaw’s blog post that I read today, for the inspiration for this poem. Please check out her post as well:

Courage rides the train

A Tree Grew From My Heart

A Tree Grew

A tree grew out of my heart

With roots entwined around my toes

Each year for seventy years it grew

Rings of varying width tell stories true

Years of small beginnings fragile and thin

Others of great growth and scars within

Good years of encouragement and strength

Branching out each season increasing in length

Showing beautiful new growth as new rings swell

Shedding the bark of last season’s junk

Reaching out each morning to the warmth of the sun

A tree grew out of my heart

And in the middle of winter it broke and shattered

Split right down the middle and some limbs scattered

Feeling like it would never recover

But bruises heal time recovers that broken heart

Growing ever stronger with each new season

Putting down roots drawing deeply from its source

Knowing spring will come once again one day

This is just another step adding beauty to its depth

A tree grew out of my heart

Through every season of my life

Creating nurturing nests for the young

Shading them from the heat of the sun

Weathering hurricane storms

And the fires of life

Only to come back again and again

And now I am here in the winter of my life

This oak that grew for the past seventy years

Revealing its colors in leaves of gold

Character comes out in flaming beauty

Knowing fall is here and winter is near

This tree that has grown out of the center of my heart

Provides a resource and life for generations that follow

Who knows what will be made of my wood

In the trees of their hearts both far and near

In the forest of the future they will carry on

 

 

Some Stand Alone

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Some Stand Alone

Few it may be who can survive alone

Facing summer’s heat and winter’s cold

Grounded in their own strength

Very few stand alone undaunted

Rising high above the landscape

A tower of strength bowing to no one

No need for intertwined arms

Holding up others by their interlocking

Some find strength within themselves

Deeply rooted where waters rise

Feeding the inner being with life and energy

Like a monk in the mountain monastery

Providing shade that no one ever stands in

Viewed from afar with Goliath’s awe

Passed every day by thousands too busy

To find solitude under its spreading branches

Wondering as they go  flying by what it is

That makes something so beautiful

Stand alone

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Photo: Dwight Roth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roots

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Roots are often hidden away under the ground. Although they provide strength and foundation for the tree, we give them little thought. When a storm causes a tree to fall we are able to see the massive root system. My mother was the root system of our family. She worked tirelessly in the background to help her husband and her family. This poem is a tribute to that strength and endurance.

Roots

Beneath every tree are roots

Holding interlocking feeding

Bringing strength foundation

The source of all beauty we see

 Looking at a tree

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You heard “Behind every man

          is a good woman.”

My mother was that good woman

Bringing a foundation of strength to our family

Feeding caring for each one

My father a pillar of the community

Became all that he could be

Because of strength and nourishment

From my mom who was always there for him

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An unsung hero she became the roots of our tree

Without her none of us would be

Standing as we are today

 

Somewhere Above the Pain

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Pain is one of the most difficult things one faces in life. Doctors can give us pain killers that can soon become addictive, or we can choose an other option. Some survive chronic pain is by learning to live above the pain. Most of us might  think choosing to ignore pain an impossible task. But, for those who are in continuous pain, that may be the only choice available if they want to have a better quality of life. I have seen this happen first hand and know it is really possible.

Somewhere Above the Pain

Somewhere above the pain there is life

A place where one can live and function

Where hopes and dreams can still be achieved

Living above the pain does not make it go away

It only allows one to be in control

Pain lies rooted in one’s being

A constant reminder

Rearing its ugly head

Vying for control

Only to be suppressed once more

By hope determination and faith

Unwilling to resign oneself to fate

Knowing that above the pain

Above the pills

There is light and hope

It is a choice one must make

Every day all day long

*A tribute to all of you who makes this choice every day, all day long!

Photo contributed by: Rosalyn Alleman