Her Last Will

Her Last Will
          by Margaret Dianne Hendricks/'85

I have lived my life in fierce independence, depending only on my own skills,  
   intelligence, and beliefs.
I have never taken anything without giving back more than what was taken.
Now, my mental facilities have decayed, my body is depleted and frail, unrecognizing.
My life is now in the hands of other, most of them strangers.
Please.
Please, allow me the dignity with which I have lived to carry me to the end of my days.
I ask only the ONE thing.

Work in Progress

Work in Progress

Able-bodied men standing in line
looking for work they cannot find.
Large soulful eyes of little ones
wondering what bad they have done
when they see no food to come.

Where is our heart, where is our soul?
What part of this pain is under our control?

Terror and war and violence surround.
Anger and hate accelerate, abound!
Peace is nowhere, nowhere to be found.
Man beats man, beats wife, beats child.
Each action on the other to rile
Death to death to death it will pile

Where is our heart, where is our soul?
What part of this pain is under our control?
 
Out of the darkness, come up! Climb!
Inspiration find us, edify, Define!
What can I do to change this fate?
The pain is intense, I cannot wait!
Our world needs us,This I see!
Change is warranted I believe!

Where is our heart, where is our soul?
What part of this pain is under our control?

In one heart, in one soul, in one mouth the truth is told.
Listen and hear, look and see, the way to peace
 is very near.
Speak one heart, speak one soul, Word has proclaimed
The Truth is told.

So, if we listen with our heart,
  And see the answer with our soul.
Truth will come. The world true peace will behold.
Starting with One heart, with One soul with One mouth
The Truth is told.

margaret hendricks-2014

Ain't it wonderful, ain't it grand!

Ain't it wonderful, ain't it grand!
We're a big,fat joke with our heads in the sand.
We say we really care, but our butts are in the air.
Someone'll come along and shoot em off of there.
We'll look up surprised with a tear in our eyes.
Ain't it wonderful, ain't it grand!

Ain't it wonderful, ain't it grand!
We're a big, fat joke with our heads in the sand.
We've been PC so long, We see nothing that is wrong.
Our world is on a slide that is on the downward side.
With troubles piled high, we just sigh and let em lie.
Ain't it wonderful, ain't it grand!

Written by Margaret Hendricks
Posted on 02-28-13

Love is Patient

Love is Patient
by Margaret Hendricks 2012
Dedicated to my loved ones, my dears, who were
patient.

The sadness in me was so deep.
I said, "forever"
You said, "temporal"

Life screamed so loud it overwhelmed.
I said,"can't"
You said," can,will"

You knew
You had felt
You stood outside my gray and waited.
Saying in your quiet, calm voice
"I hear, I'm near, I love you, dear"
You stood outside my gray and waited.
Saying in your quiet, calm voice
"I care, reach out, dare, dear"
You had felt
You knew

Life was simple in the sun.
I said,"yes"
You said,"hurray"

The joy burst so strong it echoed.
I said,"good"
You said,: always"

Hot Texas Afternoon

Hot Texas Afternoon

I sit by my window watching the dry wind bluster through the trees in the park below.I watch the children running and playing.Their voices rising above the heat of the day.

And I remember, my own sons playing in the hot Texas afternoons. They screech and squeal as they take turns chasing each other with sparkling sprays from the garden hose. Falling together in a puddle they made; laughing and wrestling the day away. I thought we would be together forever.

And I remember, my brothers and sister and uncle and me playing in the hot Texas afternoons. Pulling weeds in my grandmother's back yard, drinking out of the garden hose. Racing together to get to the park to splash in the wading pool. I thought we would be together forever.

Now, I know. We are all still here together, today, in the children running and playing in the park on a hot Texas afternoon.

by Margaret Hendricks-2012 Hot Texas Afternoon

Spontaneous Poem

I thought of a poem I wanted to write

It's sweet, it's sweet, it's sweet

I plotted, I planned to get it just right

Be neat, be neat, be neat

But alas it flew right out of my head

delete,delete, delete

Now I cry alone in my bed

we ep, we ep, we ep.

Spontaneous poem by Margaret Hendricks

Posted 05/07/12

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit

False intellect skewed and twisted with dark intents

Panders to the weak- willed and pretentious.

Blinded by the percieved brilliance, the prideful self struggles on

Steeping in doctrines, philosophies and trite sayings till truth is obliterated.

He is left with nothing more than the thunderous sound of many words 

Echoing thru dark,dry places.

Where did the self-proclaimed counsels flee? 

Blessed are the poor in spirit.

by Margaret Hendricks posted 04/27/2012