The Broken Man

He gently lays down his glasses, before he goes to bed.
Hoping he can sleep tonight because a lot is in his head.

It's been a rough 10 years or so, they have brought age into his face.
The house is becoming noticeably old, he can't keep up the pace.

Every morning, right on Que, he gets dressed and ready to go.
Almost every morning, right on Que, he gets the call of 'no'.

"We have no work for you today, you see times are really bad".
All he can do is thank them and fake,
that he is not depressed and sad.

Once upon a time, things were good and the future bright.
Then it all went out with just a breath,
the work literally took flight.

To India, China, Korea it went! Without hesitation!
All the man could do was accept his forced resignation.

It was innocent enough, he guessed, all are out for a better deal.
No one really cares at all, where he will get his next meal.

So back to school he went!
To change his career.
He graduated, made his kids proud...
Only to find more people insincere.

Money wins! It's a one sided game!

One man vs. sin and greed.
Waking up with a survival plan, for one more day indeed.

I wonder if God sees this? I wonder how rough the picture really is?
I wonder if He wants to fix it, or is this fight not His?

Is it wrong for me to wonder sometimes? Is it a sin?

Sometimes the path seems so dark, it's like good can never win.

But when I really look I see, the blessings that run true.
This worn down man, has a family that loves him through and through.

Genuine love is hard to find, even in those we hold close.
In the end that is enough, this man claims he really has the most.

To school again he must go.
Hopefully this time it will work out.
Hopefully this next degree will give financial clout.

Or even better! It could all end! When Jesus comes back our way.
That is what we pray for, each and every day.

In the meantime, here is a picture, in case you haven't noticed.
Of people's lives all over this country, those who sometimes feel hopeless.

So before one casts down judgment, and state that those people brought themselves to ruin.
Think again and take a look at what their stories have really proven.

Snow

If you are quiet you can hear it. Listening carefully is a challenging skill... But if craftfully mastered, one can recieve enormously significant gifts.. Right now I listen. Eyes closed, my other senses highten. Cool, wet, and soft flakes tickle my nose. I smile. Pat...pat...phfff. I hear it all around me. It gathers in the crevices of my eyes. It plays gently with my lips It slowly wets my hair. The snow gathers around me. It draws me in. It brings the world to it's knees. Branches bow. The grass hides. Even the birds become silent. To me it's wonderful company. It stills my mind. Brings my heart peace. Snow. It transforms my life every year.

Small Town Coffee House

Small Town Coffee House

Lights down, tables set.
Table clothes? Random rags, rugged edges and floral patterns.
Candles set in glass jars and cups.
Classy country coffee to court our guests.

The tuning of a guitar
Tapping on a drum
"Check 1 check 2" says the man at the microphone.
Another guitar, vibrations of bass.

The murmur of the people downstairs waiting.
The mounting of excitement.
Various Mugs, some local made.

The coffee begins to permeate the room.
Candles are lit.
Flood the walls with dancing shapes.

Me in my jeans and sweater.
Relax
Sit back

People push in.
Seats grind against the floor.
Table clothes hug children.

The murmur grows.
Small town people who know everyone.

Music begins.
I sip my coffee.

Enjoying the rhythm.
Letting my heart get caught in the harmony.
Feeling a part of community.

Small Town Coffee House.

A Child's Poem..

A Child's Song

His bright eyes looked up at me,
The hot air slowed his pace.
I to young to understand,
Why blood flowed down his face.

Trudged up hill to Calvary,
A cross forced on his back.
Sadly looked up to the sky,
And saw that it was black.

I wished to help my Jesus,
But I to small and weak,
Saw that I could not help him,
Fell on knees, began to weep.

Jesus stopped and looked at me,
Tears running down his face.
"Not leaving forever child,
I'm just saving sinful race."

I watched the soldiers nail him,
On those two dreaded planks.
They raised him up, "It is done!"
And his dear head went and sank.

Sara Sue Davitt

To Laugh is to Live with Meaning...

To laugh is to live with meaning...



Laughter, I thrive on it.

The joy and squint in my eyes,

only made by my smile.

Face red, cheeks so sore.

Not being able to breathe!

Then having the air rush into your lungs...

Only to lose it again with a pure soulful rush of dizzy joy!

To laugh is to live with meaning...

By: Sara Sue Renee

Childhood Rain...

Childhood Rain...

Swift grey motion, coming above.

Look up, feel exilerating joy.

Standing tall, arms stretched towards the sky.

Rain...Welcome.

Hot humidity disappears as cool beads fall.

Splash down on my face.

Beat down on my skin.

Close my eyes and smile.

Drops run down every line of my face.

Every dimple in my smile.

Clothes cling to my skin.

Hair grabs at my face.

I still stand there.

Arms outstretched.

Baseball bat at my feet.

Mud around my shoes.

Game forgotten.

Rain.

Welcome.

By: Sara Sue Renee

Growing...

Growing...
I wrote this poem after my grandma died of cancer. During high school I learnt a lot about life and what to expect from it. But I also know the great joy that comes from living and loving. And I know that someday, I'll never have to think about dying...


A seed is planted in the ground,
Just like a child put into earth.
Every year the young tree stretches it branches,
Starting to explore this new land.
The same does baby touching everthing at hand.
Both the tree and the child, grow with their hands outstretched towards the sun.

Some day they will reach it, when they are old and far from young.
Every time I shed my leaves a new part of life begins for me.
A life of adventure, full of lessons, and fun.
Even though I'm in my twenties, for me...
Live has just begun.

I make my own path up, just like the tree growing towards the sun.
I see my elders pass away, and new children come and come.

I grow through life's barriers of selfishness and heartache.
I know I will be scarred with my many sins, but I will always stand tall.
I will always try to be happy, and notice the blessings around me.

And when I get there someday, I will take my elders place.
Then I will watch new trees grow, reaching towards the sun.
I will see them be happy and see them be sad...
But with tears of joy in my eyes, because I know that someday...

Someday, when I am gone, they will take my place.
They will grow to be something like me and the will win life's race.
And so it will continue until the old tree and I have gone.
But right now I am in my young life and my life I will live on.

By: Sara Sue Renee

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Last night the stars did not shine.

Nothing seemed to feel friendly.

The dull sound of the rain slowly put me to sleep.

I dreamed of the rain in slow motion.

Each individual drop tapping against my skin.

Immersing my senses in the cold wet.

I felt the drops scatter into smaller ones.

From my head to my feet they roll.

Blending with my tears.

Falling with my sorrow.

No one knows I cry,

Because the sky cries with me

And hides my tears.

By: Sara Sue Renee

The Beat

The Beat

Breathe, become something else.

Beating over soft sand.

Matching rhythm of the waves.

Becoming part,

of something,

better.

I fall into horse's neck,

bury my face in the mane

Only my eyes look between the ears

Not that I have to know

Where I'm going.

we breathe, last breath.

No more air, 'til the end.

Quick pace, beating the current.

Still racing the wind.

Just me and the horse,

beating odds

of what's against us.

wind, sand, water, salt

disappear.

All that exists is the rhythm

of our hearts

matching

rhythm of the run.

When will we breath again?

Not

Until

We

Run

Out

Of

Adventure...

By: Sara Sue Renee