I watch the street as strangers pass
Across my kitchen’s window glass
It’s one by one as they pass by
They seem so sad, I want to cry
Can it be true, is this the end
Including all, both foe and friend ?
I watch the street as strangers pass
Across my kitchen’s window glass
It’s one by one as they pass by
They seem so sad, I want to cry
Can it be true, is this the end
Including all, both foe and friend ?
Sometimes it’s hard to believe God sees
All the troubled souls upon their knees
Like those broken children still confined
To a system that’s both deaf and blind
And the hungry masses on the road
Have no one there to lighten the load.
Their dreams of glory shrivel and die
As the rest of the world passes by
While you and I don’t know what to do
Please help us Lord, we haven’t a clue !
The name was Cemetery Hill
Its victims’ cries do echo still
Where fifty thousand was the cost
Of dead and wounded and those lost.
The men that fought that long hot day
They had no chance to getaway
While blood they shed covered the ground
There was no hero to be found.
A war is such an ugly curse
I can’t believe there is much worse !
I think the walls are tumbling down
I feel the trembling of the ground
Our world is crumbling bit by bit
I don’t know what to make of it.
There is a shifting in the thought
That we are in a morass caught
There’s no way out not up or down
All that we’ve known about to drown !
Oh powers that be how does it end
Will we survive without a friend ?
EXCUSE me, have you noticed the motto on Canadian car plates, JE REVIENS ? I was reminded of same as the local ambulance returned me on a bodyboard to a familiar hospital about two months ago. Even the blaring siren did not interrupt my reverie ! Perhaps I was in a state of shock, lying there flat on my back in the middle of Washington Street across from City Hall at lunchtime in 26 degree weather. Imagine that ? I think the cold dulled all sensations ! Due to local construction there was a delay in the arrival of EMS. Between police, medics, onlookers, strangers and new friends, I toughed it out, not easy at 84 ! Thank you Martha for staying with me the entire time, I never saw your face but if we should passagain please tap me on the shoulder and introduce yourself. Well here I am, eyesight recovering and assorted parts of my limbs slowly returning to varying degrees of normalcy thanks to docs, treatments and rehab in that order ! As I was rolled into the ER that day, I saw my retired doctor and longtime friend, Y.Y. Lee, fresh from his condo in Miami visiting the facility’s staff, how great ! We go back almost 40 years, that’s some history ! There was Jennifer, Dan, Genesis, Lena, Vince and Dr. Safran and not one broken bone, a blessing ! For me this has been a time of miracles, thanks to my Pentecostal angels Ralph and Rosie, their congregations and many prayers along with all the others who have kept me in their daily thoughts and deeds ! With kudos to 7th floor rehab, Anna, Missy and the rest. God bless you all. I can still laugh at myself in spite of my frailties ! Sincerely, Claire B.