Lessons from Eleanor Miette.

              For all my grandchildren, with love.

This little girl bends now to gently kiss

A picture of a teddy in a book;

I see her tenderly turn to her soft toys

And reach for them with adoring look.

I think of this child of eleven months

Whose mind does rapidly grow and change,

Who now seeks things to fondle and love

As she expands and extends heart’s range.

So my older mind now begins to think

That the progression of life should be

An endless journey towards care and love,

The beginning of which I in this infant see.

I think too of the vanity of age,

That awful rigidity of the mind,

Which, in its opinionated pride

Is so deceitfully and wilfully blind.

Sad that such vanities the canker grows

Of inflexible and arrogant pride,

So years that should be reflective and wise

Are where sad and ugly things reside.

Strange and complex is this human heart,

This generator of feeling sublime,

This mixture of selfish folly and love,

Where dark feelings too twist and entwine.

The human heart should be a place,

Where good and beautiful things abide,

Where the fruits of the spirit are nurtured

While breath in the body resides.

Great knowledge may be a gift to desire,

So too a brilliantly penetrating mind,

But more desirable than these is one

That is always teachable, patient and kind.

I look at Eleanor Miette as she smiles

And her tender heart shimmers and shines.

O let her be flexible, gentle and loving,

Give her feelings compassionate and refined.

The Streets of Woe

I hear a brittle shallow laughter

Echoing through these streets of woe,

See the tears, the ache, the sorrow

Behind its neon, electric glow,

Hear the incandescent spin

Behind the flickering deceit,

Hear beneath the tinseled glitter,

The loss, the sorrow, the defeat,

Hear the peddling of many lies,

See the headlong rush for gain,

See the hollowed, hopeless stares

Veiling the emptiness and the pain.

O Lord Jesus, come, come quickly,

Unbind these chains and set us free,

Lift the veil of doubt and sorrow,

Wash us, bathe us with your liberty.

Let your reign be as is promised,

Let the poor and oppressed rejoice,

Let Death be swallowed up in victory,

Let the earth resound in exultant voice.

Let Eden be restored again,

Let all creatures great and small

Dance and sing in deepest joy,

Let the great Creator be all in all.

Negative Thoughts.

I think you into a helium balloon

And set you floating high

For you being but a thought

Are even lighter than the sky.

Strange now how light I feel,

Strange how you my mistress were,

Strange how I loved your tight embrace,

Loved too the costs you did incur.

Strange how I fed and cared for you,

Now that I have come to know

That I can choose your dark embrace

Or I can choose to let you go.

So I choose to cast you out,

To set you floating high,

For you are unwanted and unloved

And for the moment bid goodbye.