Oak Tree

 

Oak Tree

If you wait for me by the old oak tree

I’ll carve my name next to yours

Cross my heart, hope to never die

Because a love like you just can’t be mine

Are you the shooting star I went looking for

 

Will you wait for me, Will you wait for me

Time stops when I’m with you

Will you wait for me, Will you wait for me

It’s many miles but I’ll be running home to you

 

So many colors in your eyes

Is it love or is it lies

I don’t know but god it’s so damn beautiful

You hold my hand when it gets dark

Every kiss there is a spark that lights the night

We all surrender too

 

Will you wait for me, Will you wait for me

Time stops when I’m with you

Will you wait for me, Will you wait for me

It’s many miles but I’ll be running home to you

 

And I know that the leaves are going to change

Know it won’t all stay the same

But it’s better than goodbye

It’s better than goodbye

It’s better than goodbye

 

And if you wait for me by the old oak tree

I’ll carve my name next to yours

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Lorelei Lea

My heart has been ripped out,

With only remnants left behind.

I hold on to life,

Holding on to what’s kind.

 

I pray for the pain to end,

Waiting for my sweet memories

To begin, closing my eyes,

I find her inside, the love

Of my ‘Sweet Pea’ will

Never End.

 

The sunshine I feel is

The warmth of her hug,

Secure in my arms,

My little ‘Boo Bug’.

 

The gentle breeze I feel is

The soft touch of her hand,

Caressing my arms,

Without a demand.

 

The birds sing and it’s

her laughter I hear,

Closing my eyes

I know she is near.

 

The starlight above is

The twinkle in her eyes,

Looking down at me,

Saying goodnight.

Written by Cynthia Ann Boyd for her Daughter Lorelei Lea’s ‘Celebration of Life’,   2/05/2008 – 9/27/2008.

 

Counting the Mad

 

Counting the Mad

This one was put in a jacket,
This one was sent home,
This one was given bread and meat
But would eat none,
And this one cried No No No No
All day long.

This one looked at the window
As though it were a wall,
This one saw things that were not there,
This one things that were,
And this one cried No No No No
All day long.

This one thought himself a bird,
This one a dog,
And this one thought himself a man,
An ordinary man,
And cried and cried No No No No
All day long.

 

Donal Justice

Should Auld Acquaintance…

Be forgot, I believe is the next line. That always bothered me as it is always hard to say goodbye, and impossible to forget the faces etched in the memory of our heart. I think of the families that have lost loved ones this past year. I think back to January particularly as that was the month my daughter died and I shared a kinship with the other families who were standing where I stood. I think of those same families now and wonder what growth and what good they may have learned through loss.

So many times people would say when speaking of their own loss that the death of a child would be the most difficult. I turned this over and over again in my mind as for years my professional system would say that all loss is equal and subjective, unquantifiable. I can say that the loss of my daughter is the most difficult compared to the loss of my mother, grandparents, and close friends. Compared to those other this loss is the greatest. I can say with the greatest truth that I am not the same person today that I was one year ago. I walk gently, speak softly and find myself standing in a deeper truth.

When you give birth, a piece of your heart walks forever outside your body in the shape of that child. I’ve found that retrieving that piece after Ali died took me into places, experiences, and relationships, particularly with other parents who have lost a child that allowed me to see not only my grief, but our collective grief in a new way. A way where we don’t have to say goodbye.

I wrote this after reflecting at this same point in time one year after my daughter’s death. This is my first submission since I wrote the above. Now seven years later, as I was walking decided that I wanted to research the history of this song. It was written by Robert Burns in 1788. It began as a Scottish tradition to sing this ballad at the point of the year where father time walks away and baby new year arrives. It asks the same question that it had a year ago. The question of should we really bid farewell to days gone by? This universal question has a universal answer. Just as light overcomes darkness, love overcomes suffering. It’s not possible to ever forget the loss of a loved one. Why would we want to?

Deb Girard
Circle of Life Community Hospice
Senior Spectrum Newspaper
January 27, 2017

Sharing this a year after it was written

Lord, I hate Buttermilk

A visiting Priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Ohio farm country. He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began …

“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”

The Priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.

Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”

Now the Priest was overly worried.

However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”

Just as the Priest was ready to  stand and stop everything, the farmer continued,

“But Lord, when you mix ’em all together and bake ’em up, I do love fresh biscuits.

“So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are sayin’ to us, we just need to relax and wait ’till You are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin’ even better than biscuits.”

Amen.

Taken from “Points of Light” every Friday newsletter. Contact Selise at ssmith@simione.com to sign up or see past issues.

How do you ensure a balanced life?

In his publication Better Families, Dr. J. Allan Petersen quotes C. Peter McCullough of Xerox who says,

“I look for breadth of interest. Individuals with broad interests are best able to perform within a company today. We face many societal changes, and a broad outlook and encompassing overview are more pertinent than the traditional circumscribed career preparation.

Perhaps one of the most important qualities a man or woman can possess is balance. That simply means that one doesn’t go off the deep end.

You balance your life with wives, husbands, children, recreational activities, hobbies, physical programs and community involvement. To get off in one area or another, I think, is a mistake and will lead to trouble.”

Research is conclusive that the more broad, general knowledge an individual has, the more balanced he or she will be in life.

Interestingly enough, it also conclusively proves that those people with a broad range of knowledge are the most creative in the solution of problems, not only in the corporate world, but in their personal and family lives as well.

When our analytical left brain is supplied with a broad range of information, and we encounter problems which we’ve never encountered before, or we meet unique opportunities, the broader that range of knowledge is, the more creative we are in the solution to the problem itself or on the capitalizing of any new opportunity that presents itself.

Now, combine this broad range of knowledge with an ever-growing increase in knowledge, and exciting things really happen.

The new input of knowledge into the mind stirs up all of the old input, and when new information meets old information, they get together and create new concepts and ideas.

The message is clear: Broaden your range of interests; live a balanced life; continue to grow in information and knowledge and you’ll soon be not just at the top, but over the top, in all areas of your life.

You were Born to Win, so go ahead and Live to Win.

Tom Ziglar

www.ziglar.com

 

“The new year means nothing if you’re still in love with your comfort zone.”
― Rachel Wolchin

Challenge or Paralysis?

Dwayne Pingston is paralyzed from the waist down – but not immobilized anywhere.

In 1983, when he was only nineteen years old, he avoided a head-on collision by swerving sharply to his right. In the process he hit the shoulder of the road and was thrown from the car. His neck snapped and his legs were rendered useless.

For many, that would have meant the end of hopes, dreams, activity and ambition, but for Dwayne it simply was a challenge to take what he had left and use it to maximum ability.

He has an incredible attitude. He is good-natured and unassuming and is more active than most people with two strong legs.

He’s an enthusiastic fisherman and deer hunter. He plays wheelchair basketball for the Easter Seals All-American Team and helped start a basketball camp for thirty inner-city kids with disabilities from cerebral palsy to spina bifida.

He races cars at the Milan Dragway near Ann Arbor, Michigan, swims exuberantly and has helped crew a 38-foot sailboat in the Port Huron to Mackinac race.

In his spare time he restores old cars and also works for a living, holding down two jobs. He delivers custom-designed cars from Jaguar of Troy to customers across the country.

His sense of humor is incredible and he even points out advantages in having no feeling in his legs, like when he broke both ankles playing wheelchair rugby.

Does this mean that he is in denial?

No. It simply means he has recognized the fact that he is paralyzed from the waist down and will be that way for life. He can either bemoan his fate or recognize all of the things he still can do and proceed to do them.

There’s a tremendous lesson here for all of us: Don’t moan about what we might have lost; rejoice about what we still have.

You were Born to Win, so go ahead and Live to Win.

Tom Ziglar

https://www.ziglar.com/

“Don’t die …
before you are dead.”
~ Rachel Wolchin

America the Beautiful

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O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine!

O Beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

Green Eyes

Well, Green Eyes with their soft lights,
Your eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,
Our lips meet and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.

Those cool and limpid Green Eyes –
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they’ll taunt me.
But will they ever want me?
Green Eyes, make my dreams come true.

Well, Green Eyes with the soft lights,
And eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,
Our lips meet and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.

Those cool and limpid Green Eyes –
A pool wherein my love lies.
So deep that in my searching for happiness
I fear that they will ever haunt me,
All through my life they’ll taunt me.
But will they ever want me?
Green Eyes, I love you.

Author unknown

My love, my life, has green eyes.  So do I.

What is Life

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“What Is Life”

What I feel, I can’t say
But my love is there for you anytime of day
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I know, I can do
If I give my love now to everyone like you
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make ev’rything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I feel, I can’t say
But my love is there for you any time of day
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me who am I without you by my side

Dedicated to Nancy Lynn, first date 12/14/1979

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