Friday, October 2, 2015

Did you hear their last cries ?

 
 

 We can only imagine the pain of those Christian students as they watched each other die  They answered  with truth the question of a deranged mind.

" what religion are you ? " 

 According to all media reports, the killer asked if they were Christian and when they answered 

"yes"

  they were shot in the head .

I say to you that our Lord surely heard their cries and comforted them as they took their last breaths. How very strong they were to not deny their faith.  Perhaps their Christian background gave them some inner peace, we can only hope so maybe a  peace that so very few of us will ever know.

According to
 
Matthew 10 :33

"but whoever denies me before men  I also will deny before my father who is in heaven "

For those that lost their lives in his name and the families that lost those they love. May you be comforted during your hours of pain. We are thinking of you and sharing your pain on this very sad day.

Olivia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjY3POqdTeg


Saturday, March 14, 2015

Standing on the border


 


Their dripping shirts hung all askew

Breaths they catch with their rancid crew

Their blistered backs and reddened eyes

Pause to see the darkening skies



A chilling wind as they heard them say

“Don't want you here, now go away”

“A short stay please” and begging look

“I’m standing here, I’m not a crook”



No room for you the wind does say

“Can't feed our own, so go away”

“I’ll work real hard, soon you will see

I came to make my family free”



“Why did you not knock upon our doors

Instead of sneaking to our shores?”

“No patient pride do we possess

I did sneak across I do confess”



“We want to be here, please don't you see

Our crying eyes and hunger be ?”

“Life offers nothing in our homeland we

Starved and struggled to reach your land”




“But you’re not welcome here my friend

Go back to your own troubled land”

“I’m on your shore can you not see

I can't go back I am not free”



“Our borders fenced you cannot cross”

“I prayed to God with no remorse”

A pointed gun positioned high

With his last hope and tearful eyes.



“But my children live upon your land

I came back again to see”

With struggling breath and reaching hand


“Please take care of them for me.”


Olivia Bredbenner







Friday, March 6, 2015

A poem in my pocket


 


I carry a treasure dear to my heart

Only a reach in my pocket and then I start

To savor the memories of a love so true

The story is forever and the words so few




It has curled up and faded and is now worn

I memorized the words even though torn

A love that exists in the world of my mind

Undone by an illness that was so unkind




It's a treasure that no one can take away

Although people will come and some may stay

All our colors take turns in each of our lives

Memories and words last a lifetime and thrive




My pockets keep changing as fleeting time goes

Still holding the memories in music and prose

Ever etched into time and sometimes sung by the birds

The poem in my pocket lasts forever without words
 
 

 4/3/2010
Olivia xoxo

Sunday, February 22, 2015

PUT THAT CREDIT CARD DOWN NOW !!!

O.K. I hate when this happens ...because I, like many of us this this winter have been pretty much snow bound and I realized that my boredom has led to the Internet. Not just following my friends on face-book but easily being led to all the shopping opportunities.

I will admit at this time I am easily led to those things that give me immediate satisfaction. Like the purchase of a beautiful salmon colored outfit that would look great for this spring. It would be perfect  and could hang next to a grey sweater set, and blue jacket, that still have the tags on them.

 Yes, I know I am blessed please don't pass on my secret  or not so secret vice.  I almost bought new and  lighter luggage, because it was designed to be safer and in a bright color that I loved.  There was only one thing wrong, I don't need it, and have not made any travel plans.

 However, I did see the best deals on the net to go to the Islands where it's sunny and warm and would only need a sundress, sandals and a bathing suit. So, who needs luggage anyway ? It costs too much when flying anyhow, however, the great special deal I saw was because it's a "stand only" flight.  How sad is that ? 




Thursday, February 19, 2015

Have we lost control of our personal lives ?



It seems as if for some of us, our feelings of distrust is expanding to governments and the world around us. With all the latest news and said “scandals “ are our feelings now spiraling out of control ? Does the ability to collect data about everything from the brand of toilet paper we use to the personal politics we choose have the potential to be used against us ? We know that this is a possibility, yet this has now become our way of life.


One could say that we are now being consumed by our own consumption. Our information is everywhere as we Google and do other searches. Our opinions that we so willingly share are at risk of become widely read and has opened the door into our private and social lives, and it's off the hinge.



As we friend on Face-book and participate in other social medias we want to believe their promised security, often without even reading the small print. We have become addicted to feedback from one another and liking the personal touch it provides. Our tweets and twitters are read and we have the illusion that "we" are in control. Now that we have all this sharing going on we suddenly wonder what we should do when we feel like we are standing naked, without the infamous fig leaf. Many unknown peering eyes will “follow us” much like our shadow,often without the shining light.



Yet, it is best that we remain alert to our risk for over reacting to media news, and Internet chatter. We would be better avoiding the assimilation of every written word without knowing if it is even truth or the fabrication of a creative mind with a hidden agenda, thus falling victim to a mass paranoia. We are “out there” now and it may be too late to hide.



Although we think we are special and sometimes we are, other then our value as a consumer, hardly any of us will get the blink of an eye or even be of interest to anyone except for those who want us to purchase their products and services.



We are often feeling a loss of control over our own world. Our modern technology works for and against us. We can't have it both ways. So it is best that we just get over it ! In our time this includes a risk of falling victim to the manipulation of the masses. We would be wise to use more precautions and be alert to the risk of falling victim to a “turn key” society.



Is there any way to guarantee our privacy ? Probably not anymore,we are now enmeshed in a web so tight we could choke ourselves. In order to keep up with the world our technology now rules. Through the evolving crisis around privacy, and we have many, maybe something good will come out of the bad. What's next ? A computer chip in our ovens and microwaves ? Yes, that's what's cooking.



What puts us at even greater risk is that the truth does not always set you free. It binds you to its fall out forever. What sets one person free, can imprison another for a lifetime. If no one is ever held accountable for anything, then it's everyman for himself.





Thursday, October 2, 2014

If a praying mantis has crawled into your space

The day didn't turn out the way I expected but ever so grateful anyway.

I knew the day would come when I would have a health challenge as many others have . Well it did. However, I will fast forward to my fortunate outcome, or I will be going off subject, and will never get to tell you about my Praying mantis.

My sons always fill my life  just by their presence. They are my roots to the most meaningful days of my life. So like their Dad was, they are so very special.  Nurses witnessing their strong presence at my bedside, couldn't help but comment in many complimentary ways. I felt their radiating love and at peace.

For awhile, I was in role reversal for a change, being cared for, instead of  "caring for" which allowed me the unique ability to understand the clinical environment, much like  the nurse I am or maybe more like an angel looking down from above.  I filled my soul with my private Lord's Prayer and said it to myself over and over again, never sure that I actually completed it.

Well, all good things did came together and I returned home in a week. My ailing heart battered and bruised but full of the healing love of family and friends.

Seeing the largest Praying Mantis that I ever saw at my door entry, my sister told me it had been there since my arrival home. Always amused by this insect, I decided it was a good omen, and researched a bit. I  found lots of negative things written about this insect. However, I also came across the "spiritual" side. So, because the writer in me preferred to focus on the positive. I again decided this was a good omen.

" If a Praying mantis has crawled into your space :"

 "Usually a Praying mantis makes an appearance when we have flooded our lives with so much business, activity or chaos that we can no longer hear the small voice within us. Taking a step back and some simple meditation would be in order here because the external din we created needs to be quieted so we can come back to our own truth. The Praying mantis always comes to us when we need peace, quiet and calm in our lives."

" Allow stillness to feed your creativity, only in the quiet moments will your ideas gel and take root."
 
"The Praying mantis"

http://spirit-animals.com/praying-mantis/


Oh dear, now the poor thing has been lying too still for days.

 However, because someone I love said "leave him there he's still working."  there he rests. That sounds  just fine to me.
 

XOXO Olivia







Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Robin Williams, you made us laugh until we cried. RIP





Was his life so full of sadness

and his heartache hidden well

Was his humor but the armor

that hid a life of living hell



Did his salty tears fall down

upon the clown face that he wore

was his body wracked with pain

of an illness we never saw



When his laughter died away

was there not a soul sitting by his side

to hold the hands of someone

who could make us laugh until we cried



Was the outside smile upon his face

really coming from within

or just the painted picture

hiding sadness, or unforgiven sin



Our sympathy to all his family and friends

we feel somehow we all have lost

the pleasure of his company

our funny man, who gave us so much





Olivia Bredbenner 8/11/2014




Thursday, June 5, 2014

Did I hear rationing healthcare ?


 


We all know the time has come that in order to afford the high standards of care to which we have become accustomed,something has to give or change. It is a hard fact of life and a big step, but it will be taken whether we like it or not.

Rationing health care for seniors sometimes makes sense as long as the priorities are right. Who among us has the least to loose ? It would require a new mind set. A change in how we believe things should be in our health care delivery system. In health care, the goal has always been the pursuit of excellence. However, attaining and maintaining this goal, is now cost prohibitive. Abuses in the Medicare system are wide spread and seems to be self perpetuating. Everyone including seniors should educate themselves and observe how personal physicians, and other health care providers must follow guidelines according to insurance providers, especially how they bill to Medicare. Just as quickly as we complain for the charges we incur personally, so should we if we see inaccurate charges passed on to Medicare. If we don't then we are reinforcing abuses in the system.

There are movements in new directions.“ Savings Beyond Price “ blog. Robert T. Yoki- President and chief value Strategist—Strategic Value Analysis {R} In Health care. The early stages for changing health care are as visible as they are necessary .

Yoki quotes Aristotle in saying ” Excellence is an art won by training and habituation.” He states that training is the path to improvement ,reducing resistance to change and changing behaviors. The goal being “unfreezing” existing thinking and to replace it with new ideas, along with new learned behaviors and practices. Ideally they are then “frozen” to create a whole new way of doing things.

To change health care Yoki advocates taking one small step in the right direction. So where do we begin. Wiser minds than I , are hopefully attempting to redesign our health care delivery system. In our life time I imagine these changes will not come easily. But they have come non the less.

Perhaps rationing health care for seniors is the beginning of the beginning, but certainly not the end of a long unpaved road. It will not be a pleasure trip, maybe more like a survival course. Hopefully ,the next generation will benefit from a refined health care delivery system.

In the USA,we would be wise to use our advances in health care with a greater respect. To consider carefully about those that would benefit most and how we are to pay for the delivery and the expertise needed. Limits in the pursuit of a prolonged life beyond what is reasonable and after it is of no value to the patient, is not considered morally right by those of us that have such a compass. Yet , we continue to struggle with its ambiguity and against tides.

There are religious implications against the removal of a feeding tube, on a poor lifeless and mindless soul . Considered wrong by some, as it is said, there is considerate merit to man's suffering.

We need a change . We need appropriate health care that does not hold over its head the threats of disproportionate liability for those in its practice . Something that has often lead to “ defensive medicine” a practice that has always meant increasing the cost of the delivery of health care.


By the provision of broad stroke education to the public on self care as it relates to basic health maintenance, and chronic disease management, has been known to maintain optimum health for those who practice it. Improved health of the general population ,is a possibility who's time has come.

Will the change be to socialized medicine ? Many other countries that have this in place are unhappy with it and others continue to come to the shores of our United States for our high standards of care. As it is, health care is designed for the young and the well. Others who are our citizens , must walk away as it is not within their reach in the new plans.


We have been both blessed and cursed by our success in the delivery of our health care. We still are one of the best. Hopefully, in our attempt to make it affordable ,we don't have to “throw out the baby with the bath water.”

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Have you seen my Muse ?

Hello my dear followers

I'm on a mission to find my long lost muse. I miss him and his company at my side. Especially his silent manner that left my mind free to fill empty pages with stories and musings of the moment. He didn't leave in a ranting rage, he just quietly slipped out the door when a man, someone special, came into my life
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In spite of my full life, I long for the time for free thought and space for creativity. I miss my unassuming muse, when I search among the archives of my mind, Where I find the loose and meaningless mantra of my thoughts and fine tune them until I make sense of them and turn them into a story.

If you see him please send him back to me. You will recognize him because of his red curly hair. Although it could have a spattering of gray. Until he returns my "creativity " is packed inside with all of life's other clutter. Tell him I am sorry that I let him down and that I have fluffed up his pillow on his chair and set it in the sunlight. A seat he always loved.
Thank you, Olivia

Monday, April 15, 2013

Sometimes its this and sometimes its that

Hello my dear followers, I'm back after going nowhere, well not really, since I last posted  my life has been in full motion. My blog took last place in the long list of things going on in my life.  All of them good I might add ,even though my muse left town for awhile.
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Poetry has often come easy to me, so I have opened this door to creativity.

I will sputter and spurt bursts of random thoughts and splash it across my pages here. I hope that you will be touched by my words, or even inspired to write and add your own color to your world and mine.

Thank you for stopping by,
Olivia


Sometimes it's this and sometimes its that,
Like it's too cold or too hot
We have too little or too much
Or we're too thin or too fat.

Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that,
We use every excuse under the sun.
Always avoiding what needs to be done,
The couch potato in us feels like more fun

Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that,
Warming when the ray of sunshine comes our way.
With long walks and footsteps waiting in the sand,
Yet we know that the tides will soon wash them away

Sometimes it's this and sometimes it's that,
Troubled souls exhausted, yet, with feet firmly planted others are born
Without our will, today will be the yesterday that we all fretted about.
While our tomorrows will always bless us with every promised new dawn.


THINGS THAT SADDEN MY HEART

http://www.helium.com/items/2435067-no-rock-a-bye-baby

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

A poem in honor of the children




Twas 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.
they remembered nothing of what happened earlier that day.
"where are we ?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
"this is heaven." declared a small boy. " we're spending christmas at God's house."

when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face

and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad"
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and the woe

then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
"Let My power and presence re-enter this land."
"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"
"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools! "

then He and the children, stood up without a sound.
"come now my children,let me show you around."
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

and I heard Him proclaim as he walked out of sight.
"in the midst of this darkness,  I AM STILL THE LIGHT ! "

Written by Cameo Smith, Mt Wolf, Pa


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Why not agree to disagree and move on ?

As we are flooded by hostility and swimming in the ever widening divide between us, most of us are beginning to  feel the strain. Being politically correct is now taking a toll on us.  Even with close friends I  now use extra care to reinforce our love for each other in spite of our political differences today.



What ever happened to having a difference of opinion and agree upon just that ? Our values are unique to us individually as are our mixed cultures that have melded into our America.

We don't have to agree on everything, but we should be respecting  each other and the spices we each choose to color our own individual lives. They should be part of the tapestry of our America. We are all just a parade through history, going down our crowded streets and it is our differences that makes the parade, by adding color to all of our lives.

We don't have to be Italian to enjoy Italian food or a fisherman to eat fish. Yet, our trend toward a self destructive society is likely to make hash of us . Instead of highlighting what's special in each of us,and that which makes us uniquely who we are.

Why must the values that so many of us hold true be traded or replaced by a new age believing  "their" way is the only right way ?  To be happy is a right belonging to all of us, or at least that's the way it used to be. Why must there be only one path to that goal?


We risk in the end that we will all stand on barren land; absent of each other because we failed to see that inside out we are all the same, and even look like each other's brother.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

The night when fiction became real and its horror

When they left for the movie that night they didn't know that the  "Joker" in the movie house was going to be real. He in all his brilliance was led to commit a horrific crime as the fictional "Joker" has been known to do. There was no real Batman to bring him to his knees before he was able to cause the terrible pain of that night on 7/20/2012  in Aurora ,Colorado, USA

Act one was indeed that of true insanity, a scene that left real bleeding hearts, some victims slumped in their seats and others that lie scattered along with their popcorn, and caused the real pain that one could only imagine.

A young couple with an infant in their arms believed they would have a night out before she was due for the next feeding, instead they held her limp body to their broken hearts.  And too, the pain of a six year old son taken so cruelly from his parents.  Many teens helped to drag each other out of the theater as their blood soaked lives took a twisted turn, taking their innocence along with it. Families and friends then spent the night outside of the theater sobbing as they awaited the final and worse pain that indeed their loved ones were part of this horror story,and part of the crime scene being investigated through out the night. So too we sob in our hearts with them for their loss, and we can only pray that they will be comforted in their grief .

Our God wants us to be merciful during these times and to forgive even what seems unforgivable, for us the common man, who among us can muster up the strength to be able to do so at this time ?  Is even the" Joker" in pain too ?

The brilliance of his mind that took him through grad school could have brought so much to all of us as a physician, then suddenly it became one of distortion. Replaced now by a grandiose fictional character of fear and violence instead of the healer he had hoped to be.

In addition to the despair his parents, and friends must feel, he like so many others that are led to these acts of violence; has once again shaken us to our very core.  Another  reality check on just how fragile our minds are. Once again we are reminded that even the brightest among us can drift into the unknown areas of  darkness and despair.

We can only hope and pray that families and friends can intervene in time to save others from the horrors of the troubled mind.


"Joker" Bigstock.com

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Holding on and letting go..How do we decide ?

 The fourth of July is here again. But something feels different this year. Gone are the spontaneous celebrations of another summer beginning, another parade and  cook outs that filled our bodies and souls with good food and friends.  Suddenly when we least expect it, life as we knew it has taken a new course.

It seems that we spend most of our time censoring our behavior. Taking on instead political correctness, a behavior that now stunts our enthusiasm, dilutes our spontaneity and for many leaves  us feeling a great void in our hearts.





 As we stumble a while trying to regroup and regain some sibilance of control, we try to separate those heart felt beliefs that we have,  from those that are just part of our present day. There are changes going on in our society over which we have no control, changes that we will most likely have to acquiesce .

We are standing in the middle of a crossroad. Neither here or there, but somewhere in between our present and our future, not unlike everyday is but with a bolder and radical drift away from the solid foundation we have built on in the past. 



"It's a small world after all " rings painfully true and not just a childhood memory from the worlds Fair. Will we ever become stronger because we share our strengths or will we succumb to the greed and jealousy of our human nature ?  We are all here on earth for a very short time and we are merely guests on this blessed land. Outsiders will twist our pictures to fit their albums and we can only pray that we will be recognizable.





It is up to each individual to decide for themselves what values they will hold on to, and what they are willing to let go of in our ever evolving society.  History takes its own journey and ready or not we can travel with it with hopes to see a new light where there was once darkness. Or we can choose to add our own light with our own candles and maybe even light a candle for someone else.











Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I should have told you yesterday...Memorial Day

With memorial day weekend approaching take the time to tell your family and friends how special they are to you and that you love them. Do not live out your life as if there will always be tomorrows for some this may not be. Feed your family nourishment for both their body and soul. Share pictures and good memories make them part of today.

Whether it be picnics or parades that help you celebrate this holiday remember those who are far from home. Those who spend most of their lives defending our country in far away places.
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The beaches that our service men find themselves on in foreign countries are always hot, cruel and barren. No picnics or parades. Their wives, lovers or frolicking children are always on their minds. It is those memories from home that help to keep them strong. They think of  their last encounters with loved ones as they lean on crumbled walls holding on to only weapons, they can only pray that they will return home again. As most of us will do, especially on this Memorial Day 2012

Monday, May 7, 2012

" Be the change you want to see"

With an open mind I often search history and find words that the wise have spoken in the past and find that they still apply today and will in all of our tomorrows.  Why reinvent the wheel when it is the same wheel that rolls from the past and into our future ?  Truly the wheels go round and round.

" It's the action, not the fruit of the action that is important. You have to do the right thing. It may not be in your power, may not be in your time, that there will be any fruit.  But that doesn't mean you stop doing the right thing. You may never know what results come from your action. But if you do nothing, there will be no results."

Mahandas Gandhi 1869-1948

In spite of our political differences and changes that history has made we remain the same.
We all live with the unrest at home and around the world. Where lives are used up fighting over land and territory that by the grace of God is only loaned to us, for our brief time on earth.  The discourse in the pursuit of power over Global control has lessened us as a whole. Our strengths could be better used for good in the world. Instead, our greed and lust for power takes from us the peace that we seek.



Just saying by Olivia





Thursday, May 3, 2012

People power and purpose with an update

A 76 year old terminally ill former Marine of the Vietnam war, and a father who had hoped to fly to see his daughter who was undergoing surgery,was himself deeply cut. His physician had advised him not to fly at this time because he was ill with esophageal cancer. However, another sad cruel blow was by the airline that refused to reimburse him for the cancellation of his flight.

This Airline failed to take flight and meet the public's expectations of what is considered fairness in the public's eye. They missed a perfect opportunity to win over the public during these hard times and possible would have been rewarded by the flying public.

The social media of today has now harnessed a powerful position in our lives. The power of the people. Although it's not without risk, it can influence users to support those who have been mistreated, ignored, abandoned or who are in need, such as FB's  most recent undertaking listing organ donors.The silent majority is no longer silent and can change many things by saying out loud "listen up."

The airline that flew off and left a retired sick Marine standing alone without a refund, will likely be flying with empty seats as the public expresses their outrage. Sometimes action speaks louder then words.

There is no stronger link of people and purpose then standing hand in hand in our pursuit of good over evil.

As of May 5,2012. The Airlines has reconsidered and will do the right thing.     http://www.foxnews.com/us/2012/05/04/spirit-caves-airline-boss-refunds-dying-vet-fare/?test=latestnews

Friday, April 20, 2012

Are we waiting to implode ?

It doesn't take wise men or Solomon to see how we as a nation are coming undone.  As with many "things" we are now a society that is being considered obsolete by those that are creating a new vision and a global world.  Those of us who placed value on our past history and our constitution now see it being rewritten by an evolving culture, one that is influenced by the media,  the money and bitter politics.

It is easy to see the outside forces that believe they have the "goodwill of man" in mind. Global efforts and shifting powers are in play.  As if a game of chess, a plan is always in play. The future is patiently waiting  for a new vision to unfold.







Quiet acquiescence suits some who know where the power lies. Yet our heavy hearts had hoped for a better world for our children. We worked hard and quietly took care of the needy in our neighborhoods.  Every man's accomplishment was cheered on and rewarded with pride and the respect one had earned. We encouraged on going education and planted christian values in our children. We got caught up in the ecumenical movement and respected all faiths and the men who built values for all of us to measure up to. We are aware of our own flaws and do not give up, we will fight for what we cherish.


Yet now, as if unrest is the norm we are being leaned on from the "outside"  toxic irritants at play. In spite of our great steps forward in closing racial and cultural divide, timely divisive pollutants now fill our air. As if a puppet master rules over our powers to be and footman stand by and  stir up the long buried pain of our growth as a civilized country.






We are being stacked against each other now and losing our personal space. How long will it take to implode ? Some in our great nation will continue to fight the uncivil, and the depreciating culture of those trying to destroy values of a proud society.  Growth and positive change can come without "throwing away the baby with the bath water."





We are stronger when we respect each others values and richer when we share them.


We can only hope for divine intervention for the simple man in tears.

Monday, February 13, 2012

A garden of lost children

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Daddy said someone took mommy away... And he cried with my brother and me... Hoping she would come home any day... Wanting things like they used to be... Daddy cradled us carefully... In the place we called home... The now burned down halls... Where we cried and we roamed...
I dare you to love us... Your first born child... And the brother I had... Who laughed and smiled...
"You don't look the same daddy... What is so wrong... Where is our mommy... And where is her song?"...
I think I smell gasoline... Why are you so cold...Why is the surprise... The hatchet you hold...
You said that you loved us... But this we do know... Your eyes were so empty... When you hurt us so...
When we go to that space... Where other dead children Are kept in this place... A place between life... And their sad unknown... A garden of lost children... Who are never alone..

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Words left in the shifting sands..

After walking the shores in South Jersey, I wondered where my inspiration would come from, then when I least expected it, the sand showed me everything I needed to know. As we are bombarded by the media with incoming messages that all we know is likely to change and not necessarily for the better. I wondered if these words were indeed true, or were they like the small and large sand castles that lined the shores last summer. Many beach lovers, especially the young children with the help of their moms and dads, spent hours creating sand castles. Some, in between eating their hot dogs and drinking their warm soda, actually drew a crowd. A competition began and their castle's took on a life of their own. Each bigger and more uniquely beautiful than the other as the day went on. The rest of us re-lathered with suntan lotion dragged our blankets over to our favorite spots, and watched them until the sun slowly took their spotlight away. Today in the chill of a winter sun, the castles are all gone, having been wiped away by the reality of the season and changing tides. The barren beach is now left with only pock marks where fragments of litter lie and where castles once sat. We wonder about our times and our truths, and because we believe, or not, we do know that new castles will be built by our young when the time is right. And even though we have no control over these things, the seasons will gracefully grant us another chance to enjoy the warmth of summers and to live as if the tides will never come.