Saturday, August 1, 2015

1373 INTRO TO MY INEXPERIENCED ADVENTURES INTO PARENTING Part 8

1967
Once my mini coat is buttoned
I can be seen standing beside my desk
Pulling my hat and gloves out of my pockets in readiness to
Brave the storm when my sixth sense
Alerts me to look up, and
I'm surprised to see a pair of gossamer wings fluttering
Neath an incandescent halo as an angelic smile pops through
The open doorway leading into my classroom ...
Though I can't remember my savior's name or visualize her face
There's no doubt that this angel was heaven sent to
Save me from death by freezing
You see, my savior, another fifth grade teacher, had listened to my
Lamentations, concerning my valiant battle with
The elements during my early morning commute to school, and
Thank goodness I'd chosen to open up to this kindred soul, because
While readying herself to drive home
Her thoughts turned toward that which would surely have been
The next grueling chapter in my odyssey, and
As her compassionate thoughts created a halo effect
My savior winged her way straight toward my classroom, where
She graciously offered to go out of her way to
Provide a co-worker safe passage home
And though while writing, today, in the heat of
The desert's dry-as-toast summer afternoon
(No wonder why the brutal sun cannot faze me, at all!)
I can't recall who this kindred spirit was—I can tell you this:
My entire being floods with emotional warmth each time
My savior's compassionate heart comes to mind
And now that I think about it ...
If that trait proves to be the only legacy by which
I'm fondly remembered, my soul will dwell in a place
Blessed with inner peace, forever
However—one deeper truth doth not cancel out another
Suggesting that in addition to absorbing the importance of
Do un for others, experience has offered me
Sound reason to have developed
A healthy respect for this life's lesson, as well:
I'll not re-experience the futility of
Exhausting my spirit by dismissing my needs, thus
Stretching blindly toward sainthood while
Both of my feet are still planted
Upon the grass rather than six feet under it ... bringing
This insight to mind, yet again
A life well lived learns how to accommodate for balance in all things ...

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