Oh for the days when dreams were new
And growing up seemed over due
When children’s laughs were full of glee
And love was still a mystery.
The Lord Himself is always there
He heals our wounds and hears our prayer
Bless God for all the gifts He gives
And all the sins which He forgives !
EXCUSE ME but Pinot Grigio and I shall have to postpone our nightly reunion for a few days as I am once again reluctantly detained on 4 North, guest at my favorite Hoboken University Medical Center A/K/A St. Mary’s ! And there I was, full of self congratulatory expressions that I had made it to Mother’s Day without having a stroke in 2017 ! Hence I’m writing to you from my bed in # 418, minus my wonderful view of the Park and the grounds of Our Lady of Grace to the north, as I am on the opposite side of this wing ! After MRIs, Cathscan, Ultrasound, et cetera, I have a positive attitude that I shall once again return to Rehab, hahaha ! Guess that my actual certificate of Graduation in 2016 ( on parchment ) is no longer valid ? The face of Hoboken certainly has changed these last few years, wonder what Frank would think of his hometown today ? Looking forward to posting this ASAP and marveling at the expediency of Wi-Fi . We all need to take a deep breath and another look to understand and appreciate the wonder of this new world in which we exist, and thank our Lord for His love and tolerance of our human faults. Amen ! Sincerely, Claire B.
My heart is torn and needs repair
Where e’er I look I sight despair
Oh gracious Lord, please bring us peace
And from this pain grant our release !
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!
I think we’ve had a damaged start
And wish so hard with all my heart
That time may heal all of the pain
Let’s start anew and try again !
The older we get, the more precious the memories, do you agree ? Those terrible years of the Great depression followed by the worldwide destruction of war will forever bring tears to my eyes and a longing in my heart that knows no consolation ! The cost was too high, the loss too great. It engendered a new wave in poetry and literature, Plath, Pound, Masefield, Yeats, Steinbeck, Houseman. I’ve chosen to quote John Masefield. You’ve read about the English teacher who opened my mind and eyes, Lorena Fry, she worked in this country most of her adult life, was born and educated in England and returned home each summer and upon her retirement moved there permanently. Her family home abutted that of Masefield and according to her they were good friends ( I often thought she loved him, my girlish musings ! Woodstock ? ). I am sorry that she never knew how she broadened my life ! This is from “Tewkesbury Road” : “O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds”.
John Masefield Please read this poetic genius and his words and dream !
Sincerely, Claire B.
There’s a sound that wakes in the early dawn
With a still that breaks into coming morn
And promises us one complete new day
To carry our cares and sadness away
Soon we begin again to hope once more
That we may chance upon life’s second door
A beautiful thought and wonderful dream
Believe it fits in the ultimate scheme !
Fearful and crushed are those saddened lives
Whose trembling hope pale agony survives
While those I know I cannot change or cure
Must forge their path along some way secure.
I find my life’s been challenged by the lights
And winnowed by the shades of shallow nights
Nights spent alone there wrapt in reverie
Midst lights of wisdom, shades of destiny.
Regarding this I pray my faith’s been sealed
Since many a lost promise has been healed.
While I may grasp this chance of happiness
And conquer all the woes which bar success
I find myself adrift upon a sea
Of senseless waste and hapless energy.
I’m weary of the endless battle now
I long for rest to garner strength somehow
And pray that God will shelter me once more
Ere I shall haste to latch one final door.
Gladly, this new day rises with a lemon-colored sun,
Spreading its fan with fingers of light, their journey begun
The early dawn painting water colors across the sky,
Running rampant in a kaleidoscope mornings apply.
Buds tumbling o’er each other in a circus of display
Assailing the senses with sights and sounds in bold array.
A blessing to have left behind the dark sadness of night,
Too full, with all its gloom pervading length and depth and height.
And life’s cycle begins again, its merry youth slender,
So clear and clean, healing breath, new hopes and dreams engender.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 