I said a prayer the other day
Help me to find a better way
To love my God and do His work
This is my wish I will not shirk,
That I must always humble be
If God should deign to walk with me.
Make truth and peace the goals I seek
In manner mild both kind and meek
I thank the Lord for all these gifts
This joyous heart His spirit lifts !
The night is father to the dream
And sanctity to those who scheme
Why is it that it must be so
That in the dark doth evil grow ?
The eyes of God see day and night
Where naught may hide from His keen sight
Thus Adam hid behind the tree
And covered his iniquity
But he was found and paid the price
Hence we have all lost paradise !
EXCUSE me, is there anyone out there who can remember “Myrt and Marge”, a soap vintage 30’s ? My early days were filled with these incredible programs; Helen Trent, Our Gal Sunday, When A Girl Marries, David Harum and of course The Shadow ! My dad and I were Shadow trekkies ! Oh, Lamont Cranston AKA the Shadow “knows what evil lurks in the heart of men”. HaHa, it didn’t take me long to learn that one, I guarantee ! The old wooden Philco with its static and truly lousy reception forced me to learn to fill in the empty spaces and I still do ! I loved my life all those years ago, we were family, we ate together, we sang together, we played together. We lived together ! Lots of joy not much stuff ! And that antiquated Philco on the side table reminds me of a searing memory of a day too many years past when a familiar voice began, “December 7th, 1941, a day that will live in infamy……..and it still does ! Sincerely, Claire B.
To those of you who read my stuff
I’ve no way to thank you enough
It makes me glad to think you care
It’s such a fragile world out there
So filled with loss and grief and pain
I will not come this way again !
Unless of course we have a change,
The present management is strange
I’d like to ask for their recall
Remembering I love you all !
The children that we leave behind
Aft we are gone away to find
That final place wherein we rest
There wait for those who ace the test
Thus be prepared to take the helm
Into their care within their realm !
We need the young to learn the task
And seek restraint within their grasp
To value faith keep God in mind
With open heart and bias blind
Reach out to those who hunger much
Receive God’s care and gentle touch !
The silence of the night is loud
There are no voices in the crowd
The hum of traffic silent now
And quiet rules the streets somehow.
But soon the dawn will bring the light
To once again renew the fight
I am so tired of all this mess
The burden’s heavy I confess !
Where’er I turn there is unrest
To north or south to east or west
One can’t find peace not anywhere
How shall we thrive in such despair ?
I wonder what to look for next
Will it be twitter, tweet or text
Or all the rallies in the streets
With slogans that the crowd repeats
Reminding me of scenes I’ve seen
From Planet of the Apes on screen.
What future will be left for us
If we escape this wild circus
I think that I begin to see
This is the new reality !
The children have all gone to bed
No lollipops are in their head
No sugar treats or pleasant dreams
Vampires are in right now it seems
Why are they born so very old
Like little men and ladies bold
What happened to our Jack and Jill
While tumbling down that famous hill ?
I think it’s called progressive time
And paid for with another’s dime
The truth is it’s been tried before
But failed to win or even score !
“Stand tall girls, girls stand tall” said she
This figure in my memory
All clad in jumper black with white
Her nasal tone would give a fright !
Gym teachers wore no curly hair
There was no inspiration there
Her glasses sat upon her nose
Her hands on waist her normal pose.
She was a figure much intense
She taught us well, in her defense
For all these years she does remain
This voice that echoes in my brain
Before I walk out my front door
“Stand tall girl” is my last encore !
………to Mrs. Schmidt, D.H.S.
Sweet Jesus smiled and took my heart
He gave my life a brand new start
There is no way I shall regret
The truth I’ve learned and won’t forget.
His patience lives forever here
He brings me joy and love and cheer
Each morn I wake and greet the day
I cannot wait my thanks to say !
For life is sweet, but sweeter still
Are dreams of hope time will fulfill
In God’s new world that’s yet to be
A world that brings eternity !
No flower sweet by any name
Shall diminish the roses’ fame
Her nest of petals circled round
Wherein the heart of love is found.
While velvet touch upon the cheeks
Doth wilt away when silence speaks
These precious words that do not last
Are gone as blooms must fade and pass,
The joy of early rosebuds’s blush
Will vanish with our breath’s last rush !
The trouble with us all I think
Is that we’re standing on the brink
Perched above precariously
Without knowledge of history.
Those stories that we have been told
Are simply that, just tales of old
Sometimes I find myself entranced
With mysticism so enhanced !
Oh how I wish that I’d been there
When Rapunzel let down her hair,
Or hiding in the robber’s cave
Where Ali Baba was a knave.
Now Cinderella had it hard
To clean that house and tend the yard
Or do you think Snow White had worse
With all those dwarfs and witch’s curse ?
Today I find the world’s not changed
Some tales I hear are quite deranged
The problem is we’re told they’re true
What do you think, it’s up to you ?
If you feel lost, misunderstood
Divorced from God, devoid of good
Perhaps your prayers can interfere
And help your faith become more clear !
Whate’er you do there is this fact
Your poor behavior will detract
From any help you may receive
If you continue to deceive !
For God’s all seeing, ever kind
You need to leave your angst behind
His grace is there reach out your hand
Beg His mercy He’ll understand !
EXCUSE me, in the past weeks I have had another one of my inconvenient strokes, 28 or 29, I can’t remember ! So I followed my routine, packing my trusty bible and necessities in a small bag as I checked into the ER of the Hoboken University Medical Center on Third Street where I am a frequent flyer since 1978. I’ve had 2 major strokes, 3 DVT’s, and sundry TIA’s which help explain both my wheelchair and passion for prayer ! My experience at this former Franciscan Facility has managed to be a bright spot in an otherwise frightening environ for many years. However I really do miss the old nuns who were an integral part of the staff since the hospital’s inception in 1863. (Civil War). Now that the last of the nuns, Sister Theresa, has been permanently transferred to the Motherhouse Retirement Home out of state, an era has come to an end ! She was a longtime acquaintance, sorely missed, who referred to me as Phil Casella’s friend ( he being a 3rd order Franciscan )! I’ve been okay with that recommendation ! We’ve been friends for almost 40 years, and known to most as Mrs. B. since my family and I fed Hoboken for mega years and that included clergy, doctors, police, fire fighters, Maxwell House, politicians, Stevens Institute, Tetley Tea, Hostess Cake, Continental Can to mention a very few ! Who remembers historic HOBOKEN House ? The staff at Hoboken Hospital is a true Americana mix, Hispanic, Indian, Filipino, Sihk, Czech, Russian, Korean, Asian, Irish, Greek, Italian, Black to name a few ! First time I needed St. Mary was spring 1957 when my son Matthew suffered severe skull fracture, successfully treated by my hero the late Dr. Sam Critedes ! This is a very busy place with 1st floor heroes Geraldine, Alba and Barry, et al, knowledgeable and caring. The ER has both Ria, Maria, Jason and scads of others deserving kudos for their attention and concern. I am fond of the staff on the 4th floor ( monitors only ) HaHa ! Where Charlotte, Amos, Minnie, Pattie, Diana, Paolo hold sway ! Mustn’t forget dietitians, kitchen staff and others who cook once-over-easy to die for ! Well I’m home now recuperating and forever grateful to all of those great professionals ! Thanks a lot ! Sincerely, Claire B.
I’ve wandered in this distant place
And seen the fear that strangers face
I wondered how the human race
Could live and work midst such disgrace !
I can’t accept that they should be
Lost victims of indignity
To bear all this with family
And have no exit strategy !
Instead of blasting music loud
And sidewalk lounging in a crowd
Strive hard to make your children proud
Reach out to God, your faith avowed !
Claire V. Bogdanos 