Each day for 31 days, I sat quietly for a few moments with my eyes closed and
my hand on my heart and asked, “Heart: what do you need?”
And
then I listened. Sometimes the answer cam in the form of a word. Sometimes an
image. Sometimes a sensation.
What does your heart have to tell you?
At this time of year with all the holiday lights springing up every where and with all the festivities happening we tend to forget there are actually many people who never get to celebrate the season or enjoy any other time of year because of their circumstances. Some brought on by themselves and some because of others.
This is a busy time for every one and we tend to get caught up in the hype of the season but when I look deep into my heart it tells me or rather reminds me I am my brother's keeper. So with that in mind I am posting a poem I wrote many years ago and then will try to do my share to make it a better life for some, if only for an hour or a day.
Twas The Year Before Christmas
Twas the year before Christmas and all through the land
Most children are tucked in by a parent's loving hand
But there are those who wonder where to sleep the night
Those we call homeless become our country's blight
We work,we shop and we come home and play
We have a soft bed where sleeping we lay
Meals on the table when ever we want
Our wealth and our hearth we tend to flaunt
Yet under a bridge we find children asleep
It's sad enough to make a poor parent weep
What will they eat come the light of day
No Santa will come on a reindeer drawn sleigh
They go to sleep with tummy's not filled
Nor even a blanket to ward off the chill
Visions of toy soldiers dance in their heads
Yet what they really need are some new threads
As the times get worse the homeless multiply
Some will make it and others will die
We need to do something, fix this blight on our land
By giving the homeless a helping hand
Lend them a hand up and give them some pride
Let them chance at life in their own stride
Give these children a place in our future
For this will be our best hope for a cure
Stop going out of your way to avoid this sight
This group of homeless we call our land's blight
Walk a mile in their shoes
It'l certainly give you a whole new view
~ Darlene Sperber
What a worthwhile thought to entertain! How can I make at least one other person's life better each day?
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it be great if every one in the world would make one tiny positive difference in the life of one other person..Thanks Ruth for reading my blogs.
DeleteThank you so much for your Poem Denise! This really resonated with me and brought to mind a young man I worked with years ago who came through the foster/adoption agency after he was found living under a bridge. There is so much we can do through awareness, blanket drives, etc. Thank you for the reminder and your loving, open heart.
ReplyDeleteThanks Christine even though I'm not Denise being called that.it is a compliment.....
DeleteThis poem really gives us food for thought. We need to reach out, do something, help people instead of scorn them because of their circumstances... "There, but for the grace of God, go I"... I don't remember who coined that little phrase but it's stuck with me since I first read it many, many years ago. I'm no bleeding heart liberal but I do believe we need to help those people who need it, give of ourselves.
ReplyDeleteThanks sis...there are so many who need help...we all need to do our part...
DeleteBeautiful, Darlene. x
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading my blog Kat..I am enjoying this month of blogging with you.
Deleteit is a lovely thought. In my current role, I reminded every day that there are many children who are suffering and hurting and who have no idea how to help themselves. And it is themselves who will have to do the helping because the adults in their lives are incapable of providing the support they need. Over Thanksgiving break, my husband and I had to go by the home of two of his students (twin boys) because he said that he just had a bad feeling, he'd had a bad feeling for several days - that something wasn't right. They weren't home. Our main charity is the money he spends every month to give his students what they need - clothes some months, food others, school supplies some times.
ReplyDeleteIt is heartbreaking what we allow children to endure...and I am reminded again that we don't really value children. If we did - we'd make different choices.
Jen, I hope the 'twins' were okay and I'm happy to know there are people who care...each of us can make a small difference and united it could be magnanimous......Thanks for stopping by.
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