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No. 0     Original Topic:  Family Time   
By:  greendiamond   Gender: F   Age: 61   on  Jun 15, 2015 at 11:56 AM   Viewed 8572 times     
Family Time

There are a lot of things happening on this planet, due to people being installed with the awesome powers of free choice by their Creator. In our quest for 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness', our choices in this freedom do not always speak of the integrity and 'good will toward men' that God desires in the outplay of this installment.

We, in our self-consumed lifestyles, may display token responses of empathy and 'good works' towards the victims of man's cruelty to man, but the heart of God is profoundly grieved. He is deeply connected to the on-going pain and despair of those who are ensnared by the ruthless choices of others in their awesome powers of free choice.

I have been made aware of God's grieving heart toward these situations by some of the writing projects He has inspired and yes, required me to do. God spoke to me on my fiftieth birthday in 2004. First, He spoke two words and then He put a picture in my mind. God wanted me to write a poem using these words and the picture. The following is the poem I wrote in obedience to the Lord.


Family Time


A siren sang thru the dark city night
Wailing her melancholy trouble
A little boy stirred in the back of a car
In his vinyl-clad midnight hovel

His troubled mind roused and his eyes searched the dark
To see what was the source of his fears
But the past tapped his shoulder to remind him of the truth
And he knew no one cared to see his tears

For Momma was out in the bar across the street
And what was there to gain for him to cry?
The hard, cold seat had no warm arms to hold him
No hand to soothe away his lonely sigh

He lay there thinking, to dream about a life
As he had done so many times before
A life that had a home with a light in the window
And the smiles that shed a warmth from its core

Oh why wasn't he born a prince or a king,
With the wealth to make this jewel of life his own
A little white castle with a light in the window
And a golden key to call this place his home


.The cold night spun with a thousand troubled thoughts
And his weary body found no place of rest
The hot morning sun beat its rays thru the glass
To drag him from another nightly test

The door screamed a creak as he eased into the sun
In his terror, he stole a look upon the floor
Where Momma lay there snoring in a fitful, angry sleep
'Lest he rouse her swollen face into a storm

In her youth, she'd been a beauty and her husband's love, so sweet
The cup of life was full to her, it seemed
But the death of their first son had torn his heart away
To leave her in the pain of broken dreams

She'd struggled to keep their home with the strength that she could muster
But it seemed that life was moving at full throttle
With the failure, so relentless, and despair that dogged her steps
She was finally brought around to face the bottle

Its leering face of power mocked her fight to shake its grip
As her precious few possessions slipped from her hands
And the bottle crowed a victory as it came to claim the prize
To wrap around her life tenacious bands

A derelict came weaving down the hot cluttered street
As his aimless feet dragged him, side to side
As the boy met his eyes a witness sprang between them
And with horror he pushed away the menace tide

For the pain that passed between them and the silent desperation
Sought to find a place of rest within the boy
But his life still held some value and the longing for things, so precious
And he drew back with a vengeance from its ploy

His dreams could all be drowned should these dark prophetic waters
Surge to sweep away the secret of his desires
And the grim life of his mother lock its grasping fingers on him
And drag him toward the omen of its spires

A child's laughter shook him and he glanced up the street
And who should be there walking t’ward his way
But a mother, father, son, their Sunday clothes, so perfect
As they chatted in the sun this holy day

An alarm of shame shot thru him as he leaned against the car
His rumpled, dirty clothes declared his story
And the little boy stopped laughing as he gazed at this strange sight
To see the difference in this beggar boy

The strong arm of his father drew his son up close against him
And kept him ever safely at his side
'Lest his Sunday clothes should brush 'gainst the beggar's filthy touch
And the beggar felt a thousand times, he died

As they passed, the father whispered to his wondering little boy
His hardened face was set, as one, a prig
"Never mind, just keep on walking and pretend that we are talking,
For these people are content to live as pigs."



Copyright (c): 2012. All rights reserved. Greendiamond.



No. 1     Reply: Re: Family Time   
By:  RadioPreacherMan   Gender: M   Age: 57   on  Jun 26, 2015 at 5:55 AM     
Thank you for sharing this with us Greendiamond !
No. 2     Reply: Re: Re: Family Time   
By:  greendiamond   Gender: F   Age: 61   on  Jun 26, 2015 at 8:26 AM     
RadioPreacherMan wrote:

Thank you for sharing this with us Greendiamond !


.....Thank you Marvin.......faithful encourager.......
God return such kindness to your life.......
No. 3     Reply: Re: Family Time   
By:  RadioPreacherMan   Gender: M   Age: 57   on  Jun 26, 2015 at 8:34 AM     
Just curious ( which can get me in trouble at times ) ... but ...

The picture you have on your profile ( lady being leaned back ) ... is there a story behind it ... or ... reason for choosing this picture ???

Seemed like I remember seeing this picture on the front of a Reminisce magazine at one time or another.

No. 4     Reply: Re: Re: Family Time   
By:  greendiamond   Gender: F   Age: 61   on  Jun 26, 2015 at 8:45 AM     
RadioPreacherMan wrote:

Just curious ( which can get me in trouble at times ) ... but ...

The picture you have on your profile ( lady being leaned back ) ... is there a story behind it ... or ... reason for choosing this picture ???

Seemed like I remember seeing this picture on the front of a Reminisce magazine at one time or another.



.....actually, Marvin.......
that pic is a famous post WWII photo
taken, i believe, in NYC.....a guy greeting his girl ,
upon his return to the States.
saw the couple interviewed, some yrs ago, on T.V.
they were in their eighties......and boy, did they look different!!!
love photography/art......
No. 5     Reply: Re: Family Time   
By:  RadioPreacherMan   Gender: M   Age: 57   on  Jun 28, 2015 at 5:53 AM     
It is a nice picture. I am reminded of another picture I saw one time in the newspaper.

A couple celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. Both of them had a mean look on their face in the picture.

I thought ... " is this what 70 years of marriage looks like ??? "

:rofl: