“I had some yarn in Africa”*
It is amazing what faith and determination can accomplish.
There are many, when misfortune befalls them, that will bemoan their lot and blame the world. Others will turn to criminality or immorality to “make ends meet.”
This is not the story of one of those, but of a woman of faith. Her’s was a faith in her God, herself, and in the principles of enterprise and thrift.
She had found herself in the situation of having to provide for her own needs, and those of her three children. She had practical talents in arts and crafts, but little monetarily. What she had – she invested; not in speculative ventures, but in real feet-on-the-ground practicality. She knit, she crocheted, she fabricated slippers. She above all believed in her principles.
She secured for herself a market place. While only a stall on the pavement – it produced. It produced income. It produced an outlet for her creativity. It produced an enduring example of what true character can achieve.
Through it all, her devotion remained strong. Through her servant nature, her children were not only provided for, but believed themselves secure. And secure they were in her love.
She had some yarn in Africa, but she wove more than mere crochet.
*With apologies to Meryl Streep
Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?
Has it dried and blown away?
Leaving just the husks left behind –
Like from Miss Havisham’s wedding day?
Or have they been picked with bright intent –
And now with tears – gone far away?
Like the blooms of which Pete Seeger sang
On tombstones now displayed
Where has that rose-scent – heady gone?
May they fresh in your vase be found –
Each day with enduring and pure emotion
And may you with your loved one dwell
Roses a symbol of an undying devotion
Photo Challenge #323
I had two very moving and very similar conversations earlier this week, one with a Black American woman and the other a White South African. They resonate in my heart, as they are not isolated. I had one almost identical with an African-American woman a couple of years ago as she prepared to return to the USA. Why moving? They are moving because these are godly women, wanting no more that what’s best for their families, safety for their children, and to be able to live their lives without being targeted just for the colour of their skin, or the perceived “otherness” prescribed on them by others. Each is in my prayers, and each needs to be stood up and protected by those of us who have the means.
The distant cries of those oppressed
Tears of worried mothers distressed
They seek not to – political be
But just to live and – be happy
Yet fears for their little ones
Their hearts do fill
They too often feel
Let us who have a voice to speak
Call out for the justice that they seek
When feelings long buried – towards the surface climb
When dark and painful memories – their ugly heads rear
When emotions overwhelming – from within you explode
Remember peace and comfort are for you – ever near
There is for you – One – who unlike any other –
All of these burdens – will help you bear
And there are among your sisters and your brothers
Those who will bestow their love, and show you that they really care
“Honey do” and Honey don’t
Every word – to be obeyed
Even if contradictory
Leaving you dismayed
You may think you’ve heard it all before
Same old thing – on another day
Have you listened close enough
To think why it might be that way?
Listen carefully – Don’t just hear
Find the meaning in the things she may say
Her words may not be about the things you do
But in how you understand, and love each day
ToWitt, Towitt comes the nocturnal cry
Then waiting for partner’s distant reply
Voice heard and understood,
Though but single phrase echos in the wood
The pair thus linked, no words they need
For they are bound together in heart and deed
What are lovebirds?
Is that a thing?
Is it only that couple –
That together – Coo and sing?
Is it those who
In tandem take to wing?
While such things are cute and sweet
A lovebird is so much more – A deeper thing
The other’s needs to meet
True lovebirds are there
For each other
Through all that life’s journey may bring
FOWC with Fandango — Lovebirds
Colleen’s challenge this week is to pen a syllabic poem using synonyms for “transition” and “harmony.” I have used the reverse cinquain form to approach this. I have tried to capture the melding of the two people into one which comes when individuals become a couple in a relationship. I hope you will enjoy it.
A metamorphosis of life
Grow ever more in tune
Colleen’s 2020 Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 177 #SynonymsOnly: transition & harmony
The piano’s silent now
And yet your tune* goes on.
*My wife Dianne was a classical pianist and musical accompanist. I lost her back in September, but her “tune” still fills my life.
Weekend Writing Prompt #155 – Tune in 10 words
The year after a bereavement is “a year of firsts.” The first “first” for me came only three days after my wife’s passing as she went to be with her Lord just before our wedding anniversary. Yesterday was another of those “firsts,” the anniversary of our “meeting.”
My wife and I “met” in a chatroom for single parents. This was no “online dating site.” It was a Christian site with the purpose of discussing being single parents and coming up with advice and strategies for dealing with the responsibility of that role. We seemed to have much in common as far as approach, and that in turn showed other things we shared. Our online contact moved on from that and about 3 months later we met for the first time face to face. God works in wonderful ways, and through such an unexpected medium, I found the perfect partner and wife.
A chance meeting while seeking help
No thought of what it might become
Discussing with strangers the issues of life
And then we became as one
How odd, our meeting was while far away
In a help room for sharing advice
And then we would click, bond, and grow
And you agreed to become my wife
So simple a meeting, no thought of a link
Lone parenting our only aim
But it all came together faster than you’d think
Our destinies proved the same
Dianne you are loved and missed.