Saturday, February 1, 2014

PAPA





Papa
February 4, 2002
I lost my papa today,
But not really.
He is in the smiles on the faces of his friends.
I see his peace in the calms and swells of the ocean waves.
I see his love reflected in the passion in my mother's eye.
I see his patience in the remote control model airplanes he built,
And his humanness in the crashes of some of those planes.
I see his love and respect for his church family
reflected in the guidance and love given back to him.
I see his wonderment at the beauty of the sky.
I see his strength in the depth of his faith,
And gentleness in the core of his hugs.
So you see, even though I lost my papa today,
I haven't, really.
I love you.
Janet Kipp Lerch
Copyright ©2007  Janet  K. Lerch

Saturday, January 25, 2014

A SILLY ONE

A SILLY ONE
My furs are not in storage.

Or draped across my bed.

They are standing at the backdoor

Waiting to be fed.

One is fat, The other fuzzy

They watch the birds and bugs  so buzzy.

OK, food is coming

The cans are hard to open

Fingernails break making less than ten,

The meow insisting I hurry with my task

OK OK  all you had to do was politely ask.
 
 
JANE NEALE

Thursday, June 6, 2013

love the poor


Love the poor and love poverty, for it is by such love that we become truly poor. As the Scripture says, we become like the things we love. If you love the poor you will share their poverty and be poor like them. If you love the poor be often with them. Be glad to see them in your own home and to visit with them in theirs. Be glad to talk to them and be pleased to have them near you in church, on the street, and elsewhere. Be poor in conversing with them and speak to them as their companions do, but be rich in assisting them by sharing some of your more abundant goods with them.


-Francis de Sales

Friday, May 24, 2013

dream of a soldier

I Dream A World
I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom's way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!
Langston Hughes