Sunday, May 13, 2018

Tender Love: A poem for Mother's Day

Tender Love
(A poem in memory of my mother and in honor of all mothers)

That day you held me
wet with my tears
I begged you to not take
me to some stranger
So with needle and thread
you stitched my
bleeding knee

Now the scar so beautiful
and old reminds me
of tender love
so often given

You sang of bluebirds
flying through gardens
And tiny spiders that
climbed spouts
only to be washed away
by words and rain

You struggled with a body
that would not aide
your spirit that longed
to love and give
But the limitations of flesh
could not hold back
that tender love

One evening after yet another
feast from your table
you sat in that chair where
so many songs were sung
And while reading some book
that would never
be finished
You slipped away to another world
where bluebirds and spiders
play forever

You are missed dear mother
But O you are not
For your tender love
resides in me
and those
I love

Jody Seymour
Mother’s Day 20`8

Saturday, May 12, 2018

A Poem I wrote last year for Mother's Day

Through the Pain
(a poem of reflection on Mother’s Day)
It began with pain, that
beginning you gave
From you came that first
breath granting
new life to a
wonder filled bundle
of flesh
Tiny fingers soon reached
your way, seeking
Not knowing the pain
that sill surrounded
the moment of your
granting of life
to a child
Ahead would be days of teaching
and days of forgetting
For those of us who received
your gift
of creation
had life to live
and plans to make
and so we did
But on this day we pause
to remember your gift
You were our source made
from love and hope
and yes from pain
So thank you
as we whisper
the word,
Jody Seymour

Monday, April 23, 2018

A New Virus

A New Virus

            According to the latest research there is a spreading virus running rampant in our country.  It is called “loneliness.”  It seems that this virus causes more damage to the human body than smoking, drinking too much, or even heart disease. (Study by Dr. Brian Primack –featured on the Today Show April 23, 2018)
            Wow, I knew that loneliness was a sad state but had no idea that it was spreading and was so harmful.  Another surprising finding is that the spread of social media actually increases the spread of the “disease.”  It seems that viewing social media makes lonely people feel that other people “have a life,” but they do not.
            Okay, we all know that all those “friends” we have on Facebook are not real friends.  O, some of them might be, but we probably need to drop the nomenclature and call those folks who view our grandchildren’s pictures and accounts of our latest new adventure, “Facebook viewers.”  Do we not water down the concept of what a friend really is by claiming we have 1,136 “friends?”
            So what is the cure for the spreading loneliness?  According to the news story I saw on TV, the beginning of the cure is to be creative and to reach out and risk being in some kind or a relationship that has some depth to it. 
            From my vast experience and knowledge (sigh) this is easier for some to do than others.  With all my public life over 47 years of being a minister most people in my congregations probably assumed that I was an extrovert for sure.  Fact is that I am quite the introvert type but learned early that being so would not work.  So I became a functioning extrovert but it was not always easy.
            Needing to “be there” for people helped bring me out.  So to all of you who might read this out there and who may be suffering quietly from the spreading loneliness virus, I say do not suffer alone.  Take a chance on reaching out and making a connection especially by helping out someone else who you might suspect to be experiencing symptoms of this social malady.
            I remember one of Don McLean’s songs that contained these lyrics:

Step off the platform and onto the train
Look out your window and into the rain
Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride
And count all the stories that go on inside
And then ask yourself if it must be this way
Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings
Separate us from each others' feelings? (From “Three Flights Up”)

            There are many kinds of “walls and plaster ceilings.”  Not all of them are made of wood or other kinds of building material.  Many of them are emotional and spiritual.  Their foundations were laid over the years from fear and small failures. 
            So if you are reading this and you are suffering from this “new found” but old virus I hope you will reach out and take a chance.  Or if you are for now very healthy and not in need of a cure then look around for someone who seems to be symptomatic.  We are all in this together or at least we should be.
            The other virus that is spreading is rampant individualism whose major symptom is a spiritual rash of the soul that claims, “It’s all about me.”  We can do better and if we do, we all will be healthier.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Dark for Three Days A Poem for Easter

Dark for Three Days

The light flickered for a
moment in time
only to be extinguished
with the words,
“Why have you forsaken me?”

And then how dark it was
and a cave of death
sealed up the now
gone light
But the absent light
traveled far and deep
into the darkness
of a cavern
that would be Hell

For a time it seemed
the darkness claimed
But this was no ordinary
light that lost
its radiance
This was the light that
caused suns to blaze
and gave stars their
reason to shine

And so on a day after
a tomorrow that some
thought would never be
the light overcame the darkness
and resurrection illuminated
the shadow of

O indeed it was dark for three days
but never again
will it be
The light of the world
took in the darkness
and sheer love

Easter was born in the
very womb of darkness
Still confused disciples
finally saw the
light for
who he was
It took three days
but now
forever has arrived.

Jody Seymour
Easter 2018