Category Archives: Poetry

I Am A Woman

You do not need to have children to lead a fulfilling life.

You do not need to have children to become a more patient and humble person.

You do not need to have children to experience authentic happiness.

I am not broken because I have no desire to become a mother. I am not a victim of “evil” feminist propaganda. I am not cold, or selfish, or bitter, or angry.

I am a woman. And being a woman does not necessitate childbearing. The sole purpose of marriage is not childbearing. When you reduce it to something so primitive, so biological, you neglect the heights to which the soul can soar. You neglect the beauty of human interaction and companionship. You neglect love.

The Middle Ages was not the pinnacle of human wisdom, insight, and reasoning. We have advanced so far past that now, in understanding the complexities of the human person. The key is to interpret the past with the insight of the present… not to pretend that the present doesn’t exist.

I am a woman, and I am childfree.

I am strong and beautiful.

note: this is NOT my own writing, I wish I could give a link back to who wrote it but I can’t because I do not know who wrote it, but I still wish to share it with those who wish to read it and find it touching or that it speaks to you in your own way.

A Soldier’s Cry – By Evy Du Mesnil

A Soldier’s Cry
By Evy Du Mesnil

Rain is falling, the world is crying
Here I am, slowly dying.
Mud is splashing on our camouflage,
I watch men weeping in the shadow of our agony.
As I look I hazily make out men’s faces from dirt.
Those eyes!
Eyes that are full of hate,
Hate for Germans, hate for God, hate for death becoming a reality.

The smell of death and rot is all around
In this new world where gunshots are the only sound.
Blood and bodies cover the ground.
Piling up in a shapeless mound.

If this “cause” was a lie,
Why am I now sent out to die?
Where has my boyhood innocence gone?
It seems that for every year and every smile
I’m forced to stay a longer while.
Is my brother dead and my best friend too?
Those are just to name a few.

My tired body won’t go on,
My hunger’s rising, it won’t be long.

Poor mothers praying, never knowing
Back in Canada it is snowing,
I wonder, where is this war going?

I close my tattered eyes and see
The many people who wait for me.
They wait and wait and wring their hands
And here I am in distant lands.

I long for home and the simple pleasures
And realize all men’s lives are treasures.
Oh, if I could only be
Home, where I am really free.

Live for Today

by: Nita Wheeler

Have you ever wished,
when a day went wrong
a wish that’s quite in vain
that it were only possible
to live that day again

You’d start out in the morning
with the prayers you should have said
and through the days your actions
with tolerance be led

The many little instances
that tried your patience, true
if only you could start again
you’d know now what to do

You’d kneel and say your evening prayers
Thank the Lord and Lady above
for all the pleasant hours past
your heart at peace with love

But since this is a wish in vain
and never can be true
there’s only one alternative
just one thing you can do

To live today in such a way
that when tomorrow comes
the memories of yesterday
will all be cherished ones.

The Dash

I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the date with tears.
But, he said, what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent here alive on earth….
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line was worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So think about this, long and hard…
are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
you could be at “dash mid-range”.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more.
Love the people in our lives,
like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile….
Remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy’s being read
with your life’s actions to rehash…
Would you be proud of things they say
about how you spent your dash?