Who knows where we’re going or where we’ve been
“Not I”, said the top who began to spin
While the jacks and the ball started to play
The electric clock tried to run away.
As the toys in the playroom danced about
Tin soldiers awoke and started to shout
Oh such fun it was to play let’s pretend
So sorry childhood must come to an end !
I’ve come to God’s altar with truth, honor and love
Expecting fair judgement from the powers above !
Where are you going little mouse
Rapid sneaking around each house
In the halls you skirt and scurry
Rushing always in a hurry.
You seem to move so very fast
The world you know is not that vast,
Appears that God has met your need
And granted you some extra speed.
I wonder what you’re looking for
As you do scoot from door to door
Oh little mouse with tiny feet
Sad that your life ends in defeat !
I hear voices from the past now crying
Drowning my senses with their last sighing
Alas, for all about me are dying !
It seems the heart returns to childhoods past
Where all of our dreams were designed or cast
The innocence of those now bygone days
Got lost in the grip of our foolish ways,
And the times we dreamt have now disappeared
To leave us caught in the crisis we feared !
Oh dearest Lord what were you like
When you were but a tiny tyke
And when you played outside your home
Did you get lost or perchance roam ?
What kind of games did you partake,
There were no windows you could break
I’m sure that you were full of vim
What troubles did you make for Him ?
How much your Father loved us all
To sacrifice what would befall
His only Son conceived for men
To dwell in paradise again !
At peace, a child of God am I,
I yearn to see His banner fly
I’ve followed Him along the way
And have not begged a longer stay.
I know that He is always there
Assured He answers every prayer,
He holds my life in His own hand
With Him I’m sure all will be grand
I close my eyes the time draws near
My heart is full I have no fear !
Our Lord now bides in heaven but stays close to our side
In keeping so near by us, He finds us when we hide
To hope that we might touch Him, what a joy that would be
But it can’t ever happen that’s not allowed you see
And so we are content just to know that He is there
Sure it is He loves us all and hears our smallest prayer !
We see remains of vicious war
And wonder what it all was for
The broken bodies, missing parts
With active minds and aching hearts.
How will we reach the end of this
It won’t be cured with just a kiss
The work entailed is mass indeed
This task demands the utmost speed.
We can’t permit this fear to grow
It’s time solutions start to show
Get off your perch and pull up tall
Or we shall never stand at all!
The lady in the harbor that we call Liberty
Stands waving her approval for all the world to see
She’s been there far too long on that island in the bay
Think of all that she has seen and what she has to say.
May the Lord in heaven look down kindly from above
Protecting our great nation and values that we love !
Now I have traveled long and far
By foot and train and hired car
I’ve searched across the world’s domain
By boat and mule and aeroplane
Where’er I’ve gone it’s clear to see
That home is still the place to be !
I see the flag that flies o’erhead
Red, white and blue as truth be said
This banner that forever waves
Our dignity and honor saves.
How proudly should we all observe
Respect for truth while valor serve
I’m glad to do all that I can
Because I am American !
The time has come to speak of things
Like love and hope and friendship rings
I’ve never had a friendship ring
But yet my life with joy does sing.
My hand still unadorned must be
To show the world that I am free
There’s but one love that is for me
My heart has pledged to walk with Thee !
Oh joyous times and happy day
To sight the gusts of wind at play
I watch them lift the calm away
While yearling trees do bend and sway.
So much in life does imitate
How passions in our lives relate
To nature’s role as surrogate
Ere stormy days with time abate !
When I awoke this early morn
I thought about when I was born
It was the Great Depression clime
To most it was like world’s end time.
Who could have thought that we’d survive
Or that this world would soon revive
While clouds spread over seas and lands
Deserted towns and dust bowl sands.
Too few are left who yet recall
The poverty which did befall
With angst and agonies we knew
Like pain and failures we’ve come through.
We pray that era won’t return
There are great lessons we did learn
You must not hide your eyes in sleep
The danger grows both close and deep !
The days grow long while nights remain cool
As time approaches, tis April Fool
Too soon all crocus will waste away
To make more room for the buds of May !
As daffodils edge the garden’s path
And the springtime rain gives all a bath
Tis odd to see how the land turns green
With the help of a God who bides unseen !
The steeple bells ring loud and clear
They seem to sing “So glad you’re here”
That joyous song now fills the air
Advising spring will soon be there.
See how my heart does skip a beat
I sense a spriteness in my feet
The sky is clear, the air is clean
The peace of God’s upon the scene !
I know that there are those who deny
That we have a God who bides on high
There is no way to solve this debate
At least for the moment soon or late.
Although their doubt still ever persists
I would rather trust that He exists
And shall settle for this simple fact
I believe with my whole heart intact !
A gentle wind now lifts the leaves
That nestle in the buildings’ eaves
There are no children in the street
I hear no sound of running feet.
The parks are carpeted in grass
Manmade of plastic rolls en masse
The rain has melted all the snow
The runoff has no place to go.
What kind of world is this we see
Man’s vision of pretend-to-be ?
Along life’s way I hope and pray
That God is there both night and day
And that He hears our silent prayer
To stay close by no matter where.
I’m sure that He has much to do
And millions with a wish list too
I do not want to jump the line
The chances are that I’ll be fine.
But it would be quite nice to think
That when one trembles on the brink
The Lord is there to break the fall
Because He loves us warts and all !
Sometimes I think when I’m abed
That I hear dancing o’er my head
Then I recall the years gone by
Aft my two feet had learned to fly.
I never thought that I was great
But dancing did my soul elate
Sometimes I stumbled, took a fall
Not in performance, not at all.
Yet there were times I’d miss a beat
Or needed to replace a cleat
I loved to dance, still wish I might
Too long ago, I lost that fight !
When I was young and eager and my world was oh so new
I fell in love with ideals as young persons often do
And found myself those heroes I would keep my whole life through
Now one of those was Nehru, to his values he was true
Then there’s Walter Reuther whose murder didn’t spin a clue,
General George Patton, the hero all red, white and blue !
Who recalls Doug MacArthur and the victories he drew
As he saved wartorn nations for the many from the few
Next came Kenneth Galbraith and economies that grew.
Teddy Roosevelt was keen and a giant prone to spew
Who made Panama Canal a reality to view,
Then Christ who made the promise I’m still looking forward to !
It was a very pleasant day
I saw a man he walked my way
He had a limp that I could see
He ambled past and smiled at me.
I know I’ve seen him times before
He used to pass right by my door
There is a place just down the street
Where homeless vets all go to meet.
There are some benches in a row
They sit there chatting to and fro
It seems to be their meeting place
They smoke, they read, talk face to face
It seems so sad to me that they
Have nowhere else to spend their day !
There is a line one must not cross
To do so would compel a loss
Both pro and con may fight the war
From outside in right to the core.
Take care you’ll find one does not win
When truth is based upon a sin
The Lord has eyes based everywhere
To judgements make both just and fair !
EXCUSE ME but today is my birthday and I am encouraged to remember that I am imbued with old fashioned truth and the honor of my immigrant heritage. I’m an American who dearly loves my nation and its culture. I’ve raised a large family who share my values and of this I am proud. In these last 85 years I have known too many wars. I’ve had my share of patriotism, sadness and salvation, above all I continue to respect my God and my countrymen. There’s been a lot of experience and living in all of these past years, stories beyond counting, from a family crossing an angry ocean a long time ago on a three masted ship to the tragic destruction of the Twin Towers on 9/11/2001, from Pearl Harbor to D Day to the explosion of the Challenger, and so much more. And yet here we are battered and sullied but not beaten ! For we are made of sterner stuff. Come join us, vote in this primary perhaps for the first time ! I hope you are aware that we don’t actually vote for the presidential candidates of our choice but for the delegates who represent them called electors, who by the way, do NOT have to elect the candidates they have been promised to, which has happened in the past ! This is why we must vote in ALL elections, please read online about the Electoral College and learn about this strange phenomenon, won’t you ? Do you comprehend exactly how fragile our freedoms are ? Sincerely , Claire B.
We little know or can surmise
What fate will bring or life surprise
Each day begins with a clean slate
That offers chance upon its plate.
A new beginning one and all
The chips of life await the call
But who will win or who will lose
I do not know who gets to choose.
Enough to say I cannot bear
Too many times life is not fair !
If I were a goldfish in a large round glass bowl
I’d circle water all day long ’til I was old
I’m sure it would be lonely, morning, night and noon
Who is there to rescue me from my own lagoon ?
Since it possesses no front door, none I can see
It might take a giant flood to help set me free
Best that I can wish for is on one special day
Someone brings a goldfish to visit here and stay !
I wish I had a magic cape
That I could use for my escape
From this old world that’s full of tears
And struggles greatly with its fears !
I’d rise above the clouds so high
And sail the currents in the sky
Perhaps I’d fly to Neverland
Now wouldn’t that be fine and grand ?
What shall be there, what will I see,
God’s Promised Land, eternity !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 