We are living in a time of “if’s” right now and my Pastor reminded me of Rudyard Kipling’s poem which I am going to share with you today because we need to keep our heads, we need to meet with triumph and disaster; we need the Will that keeps us holding on. I’ll just alter the final line a bit…”and – which is more- our battle will be won”.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
Yesterday, I learned that someone was deeply hurt by cutting remarks of another and remembered a little poem that had come to me several years ago in similar circumstances.
Forgive us oh my Father,
We know not what we do,
For when we’re hurting others
We’re also hurting you.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words…and then sometimes a few words can paint a picture, like this one I found on Pinterest which reminded me of my silly little Oliver Owl poem. Happy Saturday. (Original post for today will be posted tomorrow).
Oliver Owl is a happy old bird
as wise as wise can be.
He makes his home in the forest
at the top of an old pine tree
He dines on delicate insects
and wears his feathers well,
they appear as a fine tuxedo
in shades of brown eggshell.
Oliver’s eyes are round and bright,
they help him to plainly see
through the dark, dark night in the forest
at his home in the old pine tree.
In 2014 when my memoir, “My Precious Life” was published, I was working on a book of poetry, in the works for over forty years. “The Moon is Always Full” is now about a week away from printing. This is a sample cover of the book which contains one-hundred-and-twenty-nine poems, including thirty-one in haiku form.
This is proof positive that we are never too old to start something new. Having been on this planet for eighty-one-plus years, each day continues to be an opportunity to welcome new ideas and seek new horizons. Carpe diem!
Questions and feedback are most welcome.
THE MOON IS ALWAYS FULL
Once a month…
the full moon is revealed:
but when it’s on the wane
that fullness seems concealed.
Its many phases mark the heavens,
earth’s tides reveal its pull
the naked eye may yet espy
the moon is always full.
©Patricia Ann Boyes
Today’s post came via Facebook yesterday. It was accompanied by a very long, meaningful poem but I’ll just post one verse here. Happy Sunday.
I JUST CAME by TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I’VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON’T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME,
JUST CHECKING IN TODAY.’
In Soul Stories, a book by Gary Zuvak, he wrote, among other things, “Believe that when you ask a question you always get an answer.” I don’t know why, but the question I asked was, “Where am I from?”
I was led to a meditation site online from a note I had taken on a television program a few nights earlier. The meditation that day was titled “Home”. It suggested that I am from another dimension, one of peace, and light, and silence. This explains my love of silence…I bask in it when stillness seems to envelop me from time to time.
At different times in prior years I had written poems, one titled,” A New Dimension” where becoming aware of the things we usually ignore opens our eyes to what’s around us. “The Journey” depicts a life of love and serenity.
To my mind, heaven is another dimension and perfectly fits the description above…love and serenity.
If I had ignored the prompting to take a note from a television program, I would not have been aware of the online meditation that gave me a fairly apt description of “where I am from”.
I attribute the inspiration for “The Journey” to a surgeon who many years ago released me from hospital with these words, “Live, love, and be happy.” And this is precisely my life today.
Do you believe it?
‘Two people were killed and 12 others injured after a man with a handgun opened fire on a bustling avenue in Toronto on Sunday night the police said. The gunman was later found dead.”
This headline this morning prompted today’s blog which is a slightly altered version of an August 1/14 post. It is actually the third time for posting this poem but somehow the times seem to warrant it.
In 1995 I wrote this poem called The Victim. It’s about crimes and war and unsound government, and the entire world possibly becoming victim to all of these things. And then thinking about the poem in a new light, I realized that it’s not only crimes and wars and unsound government that hurt people, but the way we treat each other on a daily basis. The sad part of all of this is the take heed part. If we don’t take heed, nothing changes, and if we do…can you imagine?
before their time,
of some heinous crime.
world’s worst foes,
of God only knows.
through sheer greed,
of abnormal need.
whose rule a hoax,
of the peoples’ votes.
Our planet Earth,
of our ignorance.
World, take heed!
The time has come
lest you become
Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement…Romans 12;3
This post is a slightly altered repeat of an August 1, 2014 blog.