LOVE By guest author Skyagunsta

amanecer deerfield beach dosEvery morning now, for the past month or so, I go out to the Beach and while others run, some jog, some walk, I stroll and I listen. I listen to the sound of the waves, if there are any; sometimes the sea is so still and so smooth it just looks like a giant porcelain plate. I listen to the sound of the birds chirping up on the trees; and I stroll by the flock of doves on the ground pecking at whatever left over morsel of food beach goers have dropped on to the pavement from their resting benches or picnic tables.

I listen to the sounds of the beach cleaning crew as they go about their daily task.
I listen to them as they talk to each other and to beachgoers who stop to hug them, or say good morning to them, or ask a question of them.

I listen to the conversation of beachgoers, young and old alike; bald, silver-haired, straight or kinky haired, blonde, black, red haired, short, long, all sorts of people talking as they run in pairs or groups. I listen as they talk about health care; work issues; condo rules; summer trips; return schedules for the snowbirds who meet each other every year at the beach on their return to Florida to escape the cold north.

The solo walker is also there exchanging “good-morning” greetings with whoever passes by them. Mothers and fathers with babies in their strollers. Dog owners with dogs on their leashes despite the NO DOGS ALLOWED ON THE BEACH signs, they are also there.

The man who comes to the beach every morning; cushions the bench with two or three folded towels to sit upon, takes out his Bible and colored markers, and a tablet on which he writes is there this morning. Two or three people have gathered around him to exchange salutations as I pass him by on my way to the “half-mile” marker, my point of return back to my car, every morning.

There is the sound and look of fear there in the eyes and words of another silver haired woman, like me, who stopped me one day to ask if my walking-stick (cane) was due to knee or hip replacement surgery, which thankfully it is not. As we talked, a deep sea of fear emanated from her eyes, “What is happening to this country?” She asked and answered her own question. “Greed is taking such hold. No one is doing the right thing anymore.” She had grown up in a farm in Kansas one of many siblings. Her father owned a cow farm. The cows were grown in what today they refer to as an “organic” farm. The family went to church every Sunday, she said.
They learned what was right from wrong not just from their parents, she said, but also from a whole bunch of other people. People who rounded up their growing: aunts, uncles, teachers, townspeople. “What is happening?” She said. “People are just out for themselves today. Greed has taken over. Violence has skyrocketed. We are all worried about whether we are going to have available to us the healthcare we’ll need as time goes on. Not only do I worry about that,” she continued, “I also worry about children and their children. So many of them don’t have healthcare. So many of them think they are young and nothing will happen to them. So many of them will not know what to do when they need healthcare and don’t have it.”

Outside, to our east, the sea was very calm that morning. Looking at her eyes, inside her soul, there was turbulence. The turbulent sea of fear.

Her words were echoed by another silver haired woman on another day who commented on the turbulent times of lies, and wars, and reckless looting of our national treasury to fund unneeded and unnecessary wars. She too grew up in a large family in the middle of America, and she too had, in addition to parents, a village of other people, from teachers, to aunts and uncles and many others who instilled in her and in her brothers and sisters a sense of right and wrong. “There are no such people anymore,” she said, adding, “our parents used to tell us, ‘you will have it so much better than we do,’ now we are not even able to tell that to our kids and their kids. All there is left to do is to pray,” she concluded.

That feeling of hopelessness that I encountered at the Beach as I talked to these two women, permeates many of the talks I overhear as I stroll along. It touches upon my sense of helplessness since it seems that not one of our elected officials wants to bend an ear to listen to us, the people of the nation. It feeds my sense of the surreal whereby in this supposedly democratic nation no one with the power to listen to the people is listening to the people, where Wolf Blitzer attacks Michael Moore on a Situation Room interview, rather than stop, listen, engage in the subject, and help expose the raw greed which has been turned loose in this country over the past eight and a half years or so.

So, I escape all of this everyday by hardly coming to the computer anymore, by talking my walks at the beach every day where my friends now are passerby’s, along with the cleaning crew, the chirping of birds, the lolloping of the water and the crashing of the waves on the shore.

I also escape all of this every day by, like the man sitting on the bench at the beach, reading my Bible, which, curiously, this morning it, opened to a passage of Song of Songs which contains, “in exquisite poetic form the sublime portrayal and praise of the mutual love of the Lord and his people” and includes a depiction of Love’s Loss and Discovery.

Love’s Loss … Yes. Our elected officials have lost any sense of Love.

This morning, on my way back from the half-mile marker, I stopped to talk to the man sitting on the bench. “Are you preparing a sermon?” I asked him. No. He said. “I am just trying to turn my life over to God in these troubled times of no employment, financial difficulties, healthcare-lessness. The reading last night and this morning injected the thought in my soul that God LOVES His creatures. That if I surrender to His LOVE, He will take care of everything,” he said.

“Funny how when I opened my Bible this morning, it opened to Song of Songs which in poetic from also speaks of GOD’S LOVE FOR HIS PEOPLE. GOD has you on me on the same page today,” I said. He smiled and I said, “good-bye.” As I was walking away, I heard him say, “Have a Blessed day.” “Thank you. You too.” I replied.

On my to my car, two men were sitting at another bench, talking. I heard one of them tell the other, “God will take care of it.” His friend had been telling him about a cancer problem another one of his friends is facing.

Just as I was to get to my car, I saw the cleaning woman with whom I had become friends yesterday. There she was, sweating away under the hot sun, as she had been yesterday, sweeping the sand away from the sidewalks and the shower stalls by the sidewalks, and just like yesterday, we hugged and wished each other a good day.

Yesterday I had talked to her about my grandchildren. Today I brought three pictures of them to show her. We talked about how hot it was already getting to be, only 8 o’clock in the morning and how it was predicted that the feel-like temperature was going to get up to feel like 105 degrees. She told me to, “go home and get out of the heat.” I said, “I will but first I have something in the car I want you to see. Let me go get it and I’ll bring it back.”

I showed her three pictures of my grandchildren. She said they were beautiful. She told me, “tell your son and daughter-in-law that they have two beautiful children. I said, “I will.” Tomorrow I will bring you a picture of my seven weeks‘ old grandbaby,” She said. I said, “Good. I will love to meet her.“ Then, I said, hading her a little stuffed tiger, “this little tiger is from one of my grandson’s happy meal. I didn’t give it to him because he puts everything in his mouth. I am giving it to you so you will have a happy day but now you have a seven weeks old granddaughter, make sure she doesn’t put it in her mouth.” “I will,” she said.

As she turned to go her way, and I turned to go back to the car, the man who had told his friend, “God will take of it,” shouted to me, “I’m a witness. Yes! I am a witness!”

Yes. Congress and our politicians have forgotten LOVE. None of their rulings and bills include any LOVE in them. They are all laced with greed and narcissism.

Yet, LOVE SPEAKS.
LOVE is the way.
LOVE is the answer.

LOVE flows, people to people, person to person.
Perhaps LOVE will touch a politician who will then touch other politicians.

Congress has forgotten.
The people have not.

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8 Responses to LOVE By guest author Skyagunsta

  1. Mojito says:

    I enjoyed your insight. I wish my morning involved a beach and some exercise! I enjoy the blog.

    skyagunsta Reply:

    @Mojito, Thank you Mojito. I am glad you enjoyed the thoughts in this shared story of LOVE. I too love Sage’s blog. O:-)

  2. timesr says:

    “Perhaps LOVE will touch a politician who will then touch other politicians.”

    In the words of Franklin Roosevelt

    “Charity in the true spirit of that grand old word. For charity literally translated from the original means love, the love that understands, that does not merely share the wealth of the giver, but in true sympathy and wisdom helps men to help themselves.

    We seek not merely to make Government a mechanical implement, but to give it the vibrant personal character that is the very embodiment of human charity.

    We are poor indeed if this Nation cannot afford to lift from every recess of American life the dread fear of the unemployed that they are not needed in the world. We cannot afford to accumulate a deficit in the books of human fortitude.

    In the place of the palace of privilege we seek to build a temple out of faith and hope and charity.”

    http://www.presidency.ucsb.edu/ws/index.php?pid=15314

    IMHO, FDR’s speech is one no politician would dare make today (well maybe Dennis Kucinich would, but he would be laughed at for it) not because politicians have forgotten love, but because we have been taught through the work of think tanks like the Heritage Foundation, that love is rightly a private matter that government has no part in.

    Politicians and government are not separate from us, they are a reflection of who we are; this is not a dictatorship, we elect our government.

  3. skyagunsta says:

    We elect our government, or perhaps they get seated not elected.
    However the case may be … they are usurping power, any ounce they can get of it. We may not be a full dictatorship yet. We are very close to being one. IMHO.

  4. Sage says:

    This is a really nice post, Sky. Thanks for sharing it with me and the blog.

    skyagunsta Reply:

    @Sage, You are welcome Sage. Thank you for posting it.

  5. taoofterri says:

    Beautiful. It brought a tear to my eye.

    skyagunsta Reply:

    @taoofterri, Thank you T. I apprciate your comment and I am glad you liked it.

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