Sylvia Stults

Dear Heavenly Father
Please lend me your ear
I pray not for myself
But through you I'll persevere

Last night while visiting a nearby nursing home
The elders that live there, well, they feel so all alone
They call me to their chair side in order to reminisce
While others are content with just a hug or passing kiss

They reach in their pockets for candy they've stored
It's the one thing they can give, it's all they can afford
Accepting their candy, as if it were gold
Oh, the smiles received it's like salve to the soul

Yet when I get home at the end of the night
I open my hand and the tears I do fight
There's 10 pieces of stale candy, which all tell a tale
Of the hearts of the elderly, so caring and frail

Please watch over them as they sleep through the night
Protect them all with your guiding light
And if one should leave me before I return
Assure them I'll miss them, for through them I have learned

How to give from heart

Amen

Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.

For nature's call invites you.
It's peaceful and serene.
It heals the body deep within
Naturally, not by artificial means.

Aromatherapy businesses
Would all be obsolete.
Your pharmaceutical agencies
Would drop significantly.

Hospitals could concentrate on
Healing the terminally ill
Instead of fighting illnesses
Brought on by pollution's will.

Saving the environment
Is bigger than you think.
It not only affects society;
It pulls health from the brink.

Help me design my garden of life
Full of iris, crocus, and lily
With daffodils that shine so bright
Like the sun of the greater deities.

Make me a path that curves around trees
Of stepping stone, wood chip, and moss
Varying in array of colors
Causing one's mind to venture in thought.

Make me a garden so rich in hue
That the sun will fight not to set,
Where merely viewing its beauty
All differences one will forget.

Make me a garden like people of the world,
All different in culture and view,
Contributing to the person I am
Without your prejudicial few.

A garden of only one color, it seems
Would be dull and so very alone.
I want my garden of life to be filled
With every color known.

Standing on the ocean shore
Waves rushing through my toes
Images run across my mind
From the days of long ago

A time when ships were massive
Cutting paths from port to port
Meeting people of different origins
Happy tidings to report

Yet in each and every country
And unbeknownst to them
A plague would soon pay visit
For lack of sanitation

Garbage soon drew rodents
With fleas that carried disease
Thousands started dying
Black Death had breached the seas

Fear then consumed me
In my environment did I see
A replay conjured from the past
A beach of scattered debris

Haven't we learned our lesson
And with this I must implore
Please open up your eyes and see
It's a shadow from before

Waves crashing high
Against the ship's hull
The wind blows, a nouveau
Realization seeps in.

No longer do the seagulls cry
Above the ocean blue.
Catching sight of fish in flight
A repast no longer.

The random splash from life below
Created an exuberant sound.
All's now muted, convoluted.
Oh, memories of what once was.

My heart shifts with the wind,
Skimming the waves of our legacy,
Getting battered by the daggers,
Having always cut two ways.

Our marine life was all we had.
Was this our means to an end?
The repercussion, chain of destruction,
It's all setting in.

No longer do the seagulls cry.
No longer do they cry.