Think on these things

The lady that used to live in the house we just bought had newspaper clippings of poetry and prayers taped to the inside of the kitchen cabinet doors. Honey removed them before cleaning the cabinets, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away.

I don’t know much about Bessie. I know that she and her husband designed and built the house, that he died in 1996, and that she suffered from dementia and lived in a nursing home until passing away last August at the age of ninety-eight. I believe these newspaper clippings provide a little insight into the kind of person that she might have been, and I thought I would share them with my readers.

Forget It
If you see a tall fellow ahead of the crowd,
A leader of men, marching fearless and proud,
And you know of a tale whose mere telling aloud
Would cause his proud head in anguish be bowed,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a skeleton hidden away
In a closet, and guarded, and kept from the day
In the dark, and whose showing, whose sudden display,
Would cause grief and sorrow and pain and dismay.
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.

If you know of a tale that will darken the joy
Of a man or a woman, a girl or a boy.
That will wipe out a smile or the least bit annoy
A fellow or cause any gladness to cloy,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it.

To the preacher, life’s a sermon,
To the joker, it’s a jest;
To the miser, life is money,
To the loafer, life is rest.

To the lawyer, life’s a trial,
To the poet, life’s a song;
To the doctor, life’s a patient,
Who needs treatment right along.

To the solder, life’s a battle,
To the teacher, life’s a school;
Life’s a “good thing” to the grafter,
It’s a failure to the fool.

To the man upon the engine,
Life’s a long and heavy grade;
It’s a gamble to the gambler,
To the merchant, life’s a trade.

Life is but a long vacation,
To the man who loves his work;
Life’s an everlasting effort
To shun duty, to the shirk.

Life is useful or unmuseful,
Life is false or life is true;
Life is what we try to make it –
Brother, what is life to you?

Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled
By Helen Steiner Rice

Whenever I am troubled
And lost in deep despair,
I bundle all my troubles up
And go to God in prayer…
I tell him I am heartsick
And lost and lonely, too,
That my mind is deeply burdened
And I don’t know what to do…
But I know He stilled the tempest
And calmed the angry sea
And I humbly ask if in His love
He’ll do the same for me…
And then I just keep quiet
And think only thoughts of peace,
And if I abide in stillness
My restless murmurings cease.

My chief thought: Thanks to my God for all His wondrous gifts throughout my life; they seem to me a series of uplifts! My lines have fallen pleasantly, my life has been most blest; the goodly heritage I have has withstood every test! To God I leave the rest!

Author: Brian

Blogger. Bookworm. Michael Jackson fanatic. Lives in Kentucky with partner of 12 years and three fabulous felines.

2 thoughts on “Think on these things”

  1. I’m glad you kept them. It seems a shame for someone’s life to be forgotten. Even if you never met them. Plus, it makes your house more of a home when you can feel the history behind it. At least I think so. I feel like we would have liked Bessie if we’d had a chance to know her

  2. Wonderful poems, thanks for sharing them with us! We live in a house which was built in 1936, and I love it when I find traces of former inhabitants.

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