By GrannyMumantoog, a Trail Mix Contributor
Another holiday season is upon us. I know this year has been an especially difficult for some of us here on the Trail. Things seem bleak and we struggle to know what to do, how to cope.
Over the years I’ve done a lot of volunteer work, as well as work for (meager) pay in human services. I’ve seen a lot of suffering in my lifetime, both personally and professionally, but it never fails to amaze me that when I help another person I feel wonderful!
No matter what is going on in my life or the world around me, I get lovely moments of joy when I help other people. Some of my happiest moments came serving holiday meals at soup kitchens.
It’s really a very selfish act! So, especially at this time of year, I’d like to invite everyone to be selfish!
Below you can read a poem that I actually wrote about 35 years ago. As you read it you may notice that not much has changed.
Don’t be discouraged.
Just pick one thing on one line of that poem and make it your way to help others…individuals or society at large. I know that much of what I did might not have made a difference. But I also know that there were some people whose lives were changed by something I said or did.
No matter how low I get I can always conjure up an image of a child or a mother I know I helped in some way, who may have even said thank you.
Those thoughts and mental images lead me to think there could be others I may not personally know about, but knowing it or not knowing it doesn’t negate the good that was done.
So, at those moments I can smile and thank God I was there. You don’t even have to believe in God to care about humanity or our planet.
Our Mother’s Cry
They tell me that it all began
One bright day, long ago.
It started as the simplest plan
The universe would know.
We all were born one family
Where everyone would care.
All made to live in harmony,
Earth’s riches meant to share.
This family was our Mother’s pride,
She loved each special race.
We loved the home she did provide,
Each creature, every place.
What happened to our loving clan?
Where did it all go wrong?
It wasn’t in the early plan
That some did not belong.
Our land, sea, air and creatures too,
Have suffered from abuse.
Some do still care. Are we too few
To be of any use?
Some creatures are no longer here.
Some air can’t be inhaled.
Some water is not clean and clear.
Some land has been assailed.
Some children cry alone at night.
Some grown-ups turn away.
Some people think they know what’s right.
Some might speak out…someday.
Some hungry people sit and weep.
Some will not learn to share.
Some have no place in which to sleep.
Some simply stand and stare.
Some shades of skin are not allowed.
Some hide behind a wall.
Some try to teach us to be proud.
Some will not look at all.
Some women live with pain and fear.
Some rage cannot be heard.
Some men to violence adhere.
Some just don’t say a word.
The Mother of us all begins
To wonder when and how
Her family will repent the sins
That make her suffer now.
Yes, our Mother Earth is crying.
She sheds sad tears tonight.
She sees her family dying.
She fears the end in sight.
She begs us, with her last appeal,
To recognize our worth.
And let the power of love unseal
The fate of our home on Earth.
Happy Holidays with love from Sue (aka Granny)
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