In the spirit of this holiday season, I wanted to post this wonderful poem
by another member of my monthly memoir writing group, completed in response
to my recommendation from the previous class to write a poem describing an
inner journey to one’s heart. Happy Equinox, spring (where is it?), Easter,
Passover . . . and beyond . . .
in-joy – Marjorie
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Taped to our refrigerator, is a poem, very yellow and aged but one that has followed me thru many moves. It‘s title is “Not in Vain” by Emily Dickinson.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again
I shall not live in vain
As our Sunday sermon on Stewardship was delivered a few weeks back, my mind began to compose some thoughts in church. I decided to put these thoughts into verse when I returned home.
HELP WANTED
I took a walk thru life one day
And this is what I saw
The many faces of a crowd
Following me, calling to me, begging me
To remember them with kindness
I took a walk thru life one day
Imagining what might happen
Would good fortune come to those who also walk
Or only just a few?
Who decides where each blessing falls?
Who pray tell is in charge of it all?
Anyone can say “get moving”
But who determines our will and spirit?
Trouble surfaces on many corners
Homes are not always a safe place to be
Children do not feel secure or wanted
Violence visits way too many too frequently
My walk is of no value, if action is not taken
My steps become an echo if I do not heed the call
My walk needs a direction, a purpose
I need God’s hand and help to make it work at all.
March 2008
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