This is a poem that I wrote in 1994 while I working with a group of women who
were Struggling.
We turned that word into a positive (often did not feel like it though!)
I wanted to share it with (group). Because I re-read it the other day and I
thought of us, who are indeed struggling, but who at the same time are on a
threshold of hope through AP and the things that we are indeed learning and
sharing. I hope you do not mind my sharing this with you; it comes from the
bottom of my heart to you.
THE STRUGGLER
When all the days and nights come together and you think to yourself, there is
no hope, give
Yourself some slack. You are one person against a whole world of do nots,
should nots, and
you can't do that, but remember there are a lot of things you are doing, look at
those and
take heart, give yourself Hope.
When all the thoughts in your head are moving around and you think you cannot
take it anymore, give yourself slack and take a deep breath, give your Peace.
When all the people, places, and things are battling within yourself, give
yourself Love.
For just that moment we can take it, just this day we can adjust, and make it.
The unfairness, injustices, hatred, and violence probably will not stop in this
life, but we can
be one that can make the difference in our life and in the life of our kids.
It may seem small, it may seem hopeless, but one step, one breath, one "trying"
can give way
to a whole crop of what we have been planting, because apple seeds really do
reap apples, and pea
seeds really do reap peas.
There is planting, watering, and frustration and yes, sometimes anger, but then
there is the harvest.
I know what you are thinking, When is the harvest? ; sometimes it is every day
except we can't see
it because it does not look huge or very significant, but it is, it really is.
Planting and sowing, and
reaping, look for your season, your moment is NOW.
Written by: Martha Smith, St. Augustine, Fl. dedicated first to a group of
mothers/women
now to our group.