POEM: Set

Was I set up by God?
Did God choose me for
special pain,
special learning?
No. It rains on the just and on the unjust.
Such things can happen
in our fallen world.
It happened to me.


Was I set back by what happened to me?
Yes, in some ways.
Financially-
years I didn't work, couldn't work.
Experience I didn't get
doing the work I wanted to be doing.


Was I set apart?
It felt that way.
Old friends left.
Placed on a safe, distant pedestal by others.


But always my pain has set me forth:
Opened doors to my life's mission:
- to comfort in the pain,
- share light in the darkness,
- to see beauty where I might have missed it
and show it to others.


Yes. I am set.
Set to love.
Set to comfort .
Set to go.

--Cherry Winkle Moore
November 20, 1996

POEM: The Welcoming Committee

THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE

How do they know
in heaven
to gather at the gate?
How does the word
get spread:
“Prepare yourself! She’s coming!”


Watchers on this side wonder,
“Why is she waiting?
What else needs to happen?
Is there a face she longs to see –
a voice once more to hear?”


Maybe the delay is on that other side.
The word has gone out.
The committee gathers.
“Look! She’s reaching for us!
We are almost in her sight!
Is everybody here?
Yes!”


“Welcome!”

By Cherry Winkle Moore
Jan. 1, 2009

I woke up in the new year of 2009 with this poem in my head.

When a hospice patient seems close to dying but doesn’t seem able to let go, it is not unusual for hospice staff to talk with families about what might be causing the patient to linger. Sometimes it seems that there is one last piece of business waiting to be done: a grandson to arrive home from Iraq or for someone to phone. Sometimes they seem to be waiting for an anniversary or other significant date.

There were times when the family could think of nothing or no one for whom the patient might be waiting. That’s when I had the thought expressed in this poem. Maybe the people who need to be at the gate aren’t there yet. They are busy doing whatever work they do in heaven. They haven’t gotten the message yet. They haven’t gathered.

I expressed this idea to a nurse at Hospice Brazos Valley and said, “I wonder what kind of communication device we’ll have in heaven? Beepers, maybe?”

She looked shocked, “Oh, no! Not beepers! Surely they will all be in the other place!”

There must be some other celestial device summoning our loved ones to gather when we come near. I wonder how it works.

POEM: Life Plan - 1972

LIFE PLAN:1972

“Mary Cassett had one Great Romance

in her life – her art.”

This would not have been said

about a male artist

Or if it had one could answer with

Rubens

Rembrandt

Bonnard

Chagall

Picasso

Women are supposed to be

so dedicated to their spouse

they couldn’t possibly make art, too.

Artist have always been people

who don’t let the way things are

supposed to be

get them down.

I shall have many Great Romances in

my life –

with Christ and the Church

with my beloved husband

and with the responsible use of my gifts.

__________________________

I wrote this poem in 1972 when I had been married for one year. When I was ordained to the Christian ministry in March of 2000, I placed this poem was on the back of the bulletin. Today in 2009, after thirty-seven years of marriage, it continues to be my life plan.

From this point in time I might change one word. Where I say “spouse”, I might now say “family”. “Women are supposed to be so dedicated to their family they couldn’t possibly make art, too. “ I have been – and am -- dedicated to my family, but the family I have has always encouraged me to find time for myself and for my art. Even during the ten years our son, Lew, lived at home and required total care, there was always a space dedicated to art production somewhere in the house. Often there was even time. ..and often there wasn’t.

Arturo Sandoval, a wise artist friend, gave me some great advice that I have often returned to. “When you can, do it.” He gave me this advice several years before Lew was born, when I thought I really needed it. I was Artist-In-Residence at the Federal Correctional Institution in Lexington, Kentucky. I was supposed to set up an art program and be an example of an artist at work in that place. The first several months were physically exhausting as I supervised inmates in moving tons of stuff from the future art studio to another location. I was feeling great pressure – both internal and external – to be producing art but the conditions were not at all conducive. For one thing there wasn’t a space at first. I left the prison every day brain-fried and physically exhausted. Arturo had had a similar time in his own life and knew the stress would not continue at the same level forever. He was right.

Whatever gifts God has given to you, make the use of them part of your life plan and “when you can,

do it.” When you can’t, stop but don’t quit. Be good to yourself. Let God love you and when you can, do it.