A few days ago I got an email from a dear friend and loyal supporter here on newsvine. I was touched by her note and have decided to return to newsvine as an active participant. I had lost some desire to participate in this site for various reasons but found I missed some of you very much. I have been suffering through some writer’s block but it wasn’t just my inactivity that kept me away. I write from the heart and am not very prolific. I started to pressure myself to write more and wasn’t very happy. It wasn’t anything any of you had done but my own competitive spirit. I was trying to be a poet instead of being who I am. I will endeavor to get over myself and only write what is near my heart. I have the opportunity to prepare a lesson once every year for the church I attend. We are a small group and have no allegiance to any doctrine. Our preacher goes to the Louisiana High School Championship games every year with the male members of his family. It is this time that I am called upon to put together a lesson. I used the 1st chapter of James as the basis for my lesson and some of my own observations during its formulation spawned this poem.
Ten years ago I developed some difficulties and became disabled. It forced me out of the work force and into my home. My own behavior is the reason and I really miss being able to work. Fortunately, a blessing was bestowed upon me. I was able to be at home for my great niece and nephew. When their mother began to work outside the home my wife and I helped with their care. The time spent reading and playing with those two babies gave me something I didn’t get much of with my son. We adopted our boy when he was eight years old and so his infant through toddler years was not ours to share. We fostered him at age six and when he became available to adopt we did so with much relish. Even in travail we can find something if we but focus on what we have been given instead of what is taken away. Take care and I hope this poem finds your heart.
To appreciate life’s sojourn,
Requires commitment bound.
A dedication to pursue,
Silver lines with value found.
Blessed possessions accumulated
Garnered from day to day.
Bequeathed through tribulation,
Experienced life’s pathway.
Pain, trial and moments sore,
Provide a backdrop for life.
Joy, victory and moments clear,
Bring truths seen through times of strife.
Little one’s delight bring tears of joy,
Held tight within heart’s shield.
Thousands virtual snapshots sprinkled,
Eternal rest to yield.