I've missed the mark on my last couple of posts. I thought I was writing about advanced directives, but people thought I was writing about hospice. Then I thought I was writing about those crappy magazine articles that tell people how to relax on their vacations, but people thought I was saying everyone should take their iphone on holiday, whether they want to or not. Mercury is retrograde until August 8th. Maybe that's what's causing the mixups.
Hence, instead of writing a post today, here's a beautiful poem posted on the Healing Words Productions website. It's an organization dedicated to using the expressive arts in hospitals. It is a worthy goal!
May you not wait until you're dead! Shalom.
Advice
My hazard wouldn’t be yours, not ever;
But every doom, like a hazelnut, comes down
To its own worm. So I am rocking here
Like any granny with her apron over her head
Saying, lordy me. It’s my trouble.
There’s nothing to be learned this way.
If I heard a girl crying help
I would go to save her;
But you hardly ever hear those words.
Dear children, you must try to say
Something when you are in need.
Don’t confuse hunger with greed;
And don’t wait until you are dead.
3 comments:
Thank you, Reya, what a wonderful message.
It's a great poem. Excellent organization.
Beautiful poem. Sometimes I have a problem with "getting it" when I read a poem, but not this. Incidentally, I checked out several books of poetry from our library and have not been disappointed!
The Best American Poetry of 2009, Pity the Drowned Horses by Sheryl Luna, and Fifty Years of American Poetry. I am enjoying the poetry.
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