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Wings Unfurled- Lisa Schea

Vicki Tillman — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:20:59 +0000

We delivered our third son to college this week, and my nest is feeling increasingly quiet. This poem is for him, but I thought I would share it here as well.

Wings Unfurled

You burst into my life one day
So rushed to make your mark
You never even stopped to breathe
And almost broke my heart

Our fears relieved by your strength
You overcame that shaky start
My child of laughter and delight
Took on the world a boy apart

Though life confused you many times
By your determined heart
Somehow you made your way
Your life God’s work of art

All I knew and tried to teach
From all the love within my heart
You’ve soared beyond, wings unfurled
Flying from a running start

My son, now grown a man
Tested, strong and smart
Seize the future God has planned
Your life, His work of art

Sometimes Culture Changing Means Just Getting Through the Day

Vicki Tillman — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 18:37:59 +0000

My friend, Lisa Schea, homeschools her 3 younger sons while struggling with COPD. She is such an inspiration to me as she continues to rest, serve her church, rest, serve her family, rest, serve MEK and TEK. She shared a poem with me that moved me so much, I asked her permission to post it. Life doesn’t have to be perfect- we just have to keep going- even when that looks like resting.

A Sickroom in Spring

Breezes flow unnaturally

From fans around the room

Sheer curtains still as columns

The breezes not through windows

Those are tightly closed

Protecting all from pollen’s harm

Walls tinged green by leaves reflected

Cool and soothing to the eye

The light is LED and cold

Sunlight blocked by clouds

The room is dry though drops are seen

Sliding down the window pane

A rolling cart beside the bed

Lies covered by the drugs

Modern marvels every one

Made to keep disease at bay

Sorted, ordered daily doses

Well known by hands they serve

A pitcher filled with water

Beside an oft-used glass

Perch balanced on a magazine

Near books half-read and cast aside

Sticky notes and pretty pens

And wrappers left behind

A bible & devotional lying within reach

A lamp, a phone, a tissue box

Drawers for sundries, cards to write

Simple quiet games to play

The outer world still races on

But here, all is becalmed

The room is silent as it waits

For life’s energy to flow

Shattered only by the squawking box

Telling stories of unreality

Turn it down, not so loud

Senses too easily disturbed

The rocking chair waits patiently

For visitors arrival

The sofa now is just a space

For linens in reserve

Life is blooming beyond these walls

And beckons more than silence

Lying in this restful bed

Propped up by common pillows

The patient dozes peacefully

Not left alone at all, you see

For Christ knows every breath

And holds her tenderly

New School Year Poem by Lisa Schea

Vicki Tillman — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 01:22:34 +0000

Here I sit at 2am

The house is finally quiet

Dishes done, laundry folded,

Lesson plans arranged

Oh, wait, that was just a dream…

The day IS done

And I’m worn out

Another Monday night

Papers falling off the desk

My files a family joke

Still I’m smiling

Grateful for the day

Rejoicing at what God has made

As his word commands

Because he gave it all

Chores and messes

But laughter, too

Smiles and hugs and simple prayers

I savor and remember

The blessings each day brings

about my weaknesses as Paul did, but at least I know that I have a place in His chorus, tin ears and all.