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The following poem was among the possessions of an aged
lady who died in the geriatric ward of a hospital. There is no
information available as to her name, when she died or who she was.
It is so appropriate for all nursing personnel, families, volunteers
and all who come in contact with the elderly to read. At times we
all lose patience with the elderly. This should help us to have more
sympathy and understanding of all residents.
"Crabbit Old Woman"
What do you see, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me-
A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice,
I do wish you'd try.
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is loosing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding the long day is fill.
Is that what you're thinking,
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes,
nurse, you're looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still!
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another-
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at 20- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home;
A woman of 30, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At 50 once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love that I've known;
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel-
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart,
But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells,
I remember the joy, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years all too few- gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last-
So open your eyes, nurse, open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer-
See Me.
By: Phyilis McCormack
A Nurse's reply
"To
the 'Crabbit Old Woman"
What
do we see, you ask, what do we see? Yes, we are thinking when
looking at thee! We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss, But
there's many of you, and too few of us. We would like far more time
to sit by you and talk, To bath you and feed you and help you to
walk. To hear of your lives and the things you have done; Your
childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son. But time is
against us, there's too much to do -Patients too many, and nurses
too few. We grieve when we see you so sad and alone, With nobody
near you, no friends of your own. We feel all your pain, and know of
your fear That nobody cares now your end is so near. But nurses are
people with feelings as well, And when we're together you'll often
hear tell Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed, And the
lovely old Dad, and the things that he said, We speak with
compassion and love, and feel sad When we think of your lives and
the joy that you've had, When the time has arrived for you to
depart, You leave us behind with an ache in our heart. When you
sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care, There are other old
people, and we must be there. So please understand if we hurry and
fuss -There are many of you, And so few of us.
The New Religion of the 21st Century
(From a myspace.com bulletin)
On the surface of
the world right now there is war and violence and things seem dark
But calmly and
quietly, at the same time, something else is happening underground
An inner revolution
is taking place and certain individuals are being called to a higher
light
It is a silent
revolution
From the inside out
From the ground up
It is time for me
to reveal myself
I am an embedded
agent of an secret, undercover
Clandestine Global
operation
A spiritual
conspiracy
We have sleeper
cells in every nation on the planet
You won't see us on
the T.V.
You won't read
about us in the newspaper
You won't hear
about us on the radio
We don't seek any
glory
We don't wear any
uniform
We come in all
shapes and sizes
Colors and styles
Most of us work
anonymously
We are quietly
working behind the scenes in every country and culture of the world
Cities big and
small, mountains and valleys, in farms and villages, tribes and remote
islands
You could pass by
one of us on the street and not even notice
We go undercover
We remain behind
the scenes
It is of no concern
to us who takes the final credit
But simply that the
work gets done
Occasionally we
spot each other in the street
We give a quiet nod
and continue on our way so no one will notice
During the day many
of us pretend we have normal jobs
But behind the
false storefront at night is where the real work takes a place
Some call us the
'Conscious Army'
We are slowly
creating a new world with the power of our minds and hearts
We follow, with
passion and joy
Our orders from the
Central Command
The Spiritual
Intelligence Agency
We are dropping
soft, secret love bombs when no ones is looking
Poems
Hugs
Music
Photography
Movies
Kind words
Smiles
Meditation and
prayer
Dance
Social activism
Websites
Blogs
Random acts of
kindness
We each express
ourselves in our own unique ways with our own unique gifts and talents
'Be the change you
want to see in the world'
That is the motto
that fills our hearts
We know it is the
only way real transformation takes place
We know that
quietly and humbly we have the power of all the oceans combined
Our work is slow
and meticulous
Like the formation
of mountains
It is not even
visible at first glance
And yet with it
entire tectonic plates shall be moved in the centuries to come
Love is the new
religion of the 21st century
You don't have to
be a highly educated person
Or have any
exceptional knowledge to understand it
It comes from the
intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the
timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings
Be the change you
want to see in the world
Nobody else can do
it for you
We are now
recruiting
Perhaps you will
join us
Or already have....
All are welcome...
The door is open
-Brian Piergrossi
(From the book 'The
Big Glow')
Tribute to Steve Irwin -
Australia's crocodile man
THE
CROCODILES ARE CRYING
Endless visions fill my head – this man – as
large as life
And instantly my heart mourns for his angels and his
wife
Because the way I see Steve Irwin – just put
everything aside
It comes back to his family – it comes back to his
pride
His animals inclusive – Crikey – light the place
with love!
Shine his star with everything he fought to rise above
The crazy-man of Khaki from the day he left the pouch
Living out his dream and in that classic ‘Stevo’
crouch
Exploding forth with character and redefining cheek
It’s one thing to be honoured as a champion unique
It’s one thing to have microphones and spotlight
cameras shoved
It’s another to be taken in and genuinely loved
But that was where he had it right – I guess he
always knew
From his fathers’ modest reptile park and then
Australia Zoo
We cringed at times and shook our heads – but true to
natures call
There was something very Irwin in the make up of us all
Yes the more I care to think of it – the more he
had it right
If you’re going to make a difference – make it big
and make it bright!
Yes - he was a lunatic! Yes - he went head first!
But he made the world feel happy with his energetic
burst
A world so large and loyal that it’s hard to
comprehend
I doubt we truly count the warmth until life meets an
end
To count it now I say a prayer with words of
inspiration
May the spotlight shine forever on his dream for
conservation
…My daughter broke the news to me – my six year
old in tears
It was like she’d just turned old enough to show her
honest fears
I tried to make some sense of it but whilst her Dad was
trying
His little girl explained it best…she said “The
crocodiles are crying”
Their best mate’s up in heaven now – the crocs
up there are smiling!
And as sure as flowers, poems and cards and memories
are piling
As sure as we’ll continue with the trademarks of his
spiel
Of all the tributes worthy – he was rough…but he
was real
As sure as ‘Crikey!’ fills the sky
I think we’ll miss ya Steve…goodbye
RUPERT McCALL 2006
LAW OF ONE
We are All ONE
When ONE is
harmed, All are Harmed.
When ONE is
Helped, All are Helped.
Therefore in
the Name of Who I am - and
I AM ONE with All in All,
I ask that
only that which is the greatest good of all concerned happen Here.
I give thanks
that this is DONE.
Amen
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Chrysalis –
Part One
by Sally
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Sally Brown, composer of the
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CD of the music designed to release the trauma of Atlantis. Part Two
will follow. This lovely music has been channelled from Archangel
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