Dear Jean,
I am an avid poem reader and devotee and lover of compassionate
philosophical poetry, especially when it comes from the heart and I
really did enjoy your poem. Thank you so very much.
God Bless
marty
Jean Johnson wrote:
>
> I can't recall whether or not I've shared this top poem w/you yet. I
> found it on someone's page, but I feel as if it's mine because my
> grandmother used to recite it to me all of the time while we rocked in
> her swing on her backporch. I think it's beautiful. The second poem is
> one I have just now run across and I hope it is not inappropriate, but I
> find it to be lovely, too, so I included it.
>
> -Jean
>
> THE WORLD IS MINE
>
> Today upon a bus I saw a girl with golden hair;
> She seemed so gay, I envied her, and wish that I were
> half so fair
> I watched her as she rose to leave, and saw her
> hobble
> down the aisle.
> She had one leg and wore a crutch, but as she passed-
> a smile.
> Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
> I have two legs-the world is mine.
> Later on I bought some sweets. The boy who sold them
> had such charm,
> I thought I'd stop and talk awhile. If I were late,
> t'would
> do no harm.
> And as we talked he said, "Thank you, sir, you've
> really
> been so kind.
> It's nice to talk to folks like you because, you see
> I'm
> blind"
> Oh, God forgive me when I whine;
> I have two eyes-the world is mine.
> Later, walking down the street, I met a boy with eyes
> so blue.
> But he stood and watched the others play; it seemed
> he knew not what to do.
> I paused, and then I said., "Why don't you join
> the others, dear?"
> But he looked straight ahead without a word, and then
> I knew, he couldn't hear.
> Oh, god, forgive me when I whine;
> I have two ears---the world is mine.
> Two legs to take me where I go,
> Two eyes to see the sunset glow,
> Two ears to hear all I should know,
> Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;
> I'm blest, indeed, the world is mine
>
> --Dr.
> Tennyson Guyer
>
> AN APACHE PRAYER
>
> When I must leave you for a little while.
> Please do not grieve and shed wild tears and hug the
> sorrow to
> you through the years.
> But start out bravely with a gallant smile and for my
> sake and
> in my name, live on and do things the same.
> Feed not your loneliness on empty days. Fill each
> waking hour
> in useful ways.
> Reach out your hand in comfort and cheer, and I in
> return will
> comfort and hold you near.
> And never, never be afraid to die for I am waiting for
> you in
> the sky.
>
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