Reblog Monday for July –
Sharing this poem from an online friend and fellow blogger giving tribute to his friend. Not only a tribute to a man of “open spaces” who learned how to live and love again from a wheelchair, but also a testament to true beauty and power: “working with others, for others, because that’s life and it could be loved still, even without legs.”
I hope you, my dear readers, enjoy this beautiful and touching poem as much as I did! Albert has great stories and poems, with insights, struggles and wisdom to share on his site: albitoblog.com.
Where’s Charlie now–
His train left a year ago today.
I was too late to see him off.
Still I pictured him waving
as the engine chugged and slow-rolled
down his favorite tracks out of the city
going east towards the dark river.
Or was it west? through Kansas and the plains. . .
Yes, I think west. He was an open spaces man.
Couldnt sit still even if in a wheel chair.
Charlie knew when he wanted to go.
He had hiked canyons, camped in forests
alone, walked almost into the clouds
of Wyoming with a poem in his pack
about still waters and growing pastures.
When he fell from that tree in his yard
his world became still, small, confined
until broken-bodied Rick, polioed at age ten,
long a friend, told him to get up in his mind,
go back to working with others, for others,
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There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
Join me as I explore the reality of divine love in the flesh, reflecting on what it means to be fully human, fully alive.