That Which Does Not Exist by Sue Williams, Founder/Operator, Holly Help Memorial Spay Fund
I have never met you because you do not exist.
I cannot see you because you are not here amongst us.
I cannot feel you because you have no substance.
I cannot hear you because you are light years away.
Nor can I smell you as you have no scent.
And I cannot taste the sweetness of your life for there is no breath inside of you.
Yet still, my heart bursts with love for you even knowing
That I will never see your face or touch your warmth or watch you play.
I will never hold you or smile at your innocence or marvel your wisdom.
But, that is my strategic plan that you will never exist
Because I know how easily your warmth can be turned to ice
And your play turned into misery
And that after spending time behind bars for a crime you did no commit
In one instant Your precious life would be snuffed out like a candle.
Knowing that these odds will weigh heavily against you, I strive daily
To spare you this agony of degradation, this humiliation and total disregard for life That would have belong to you.
I am left powerless but to extend to you this one gift.
A gift so priceless could never be bruised, or battered,
Or bred for dollars, or bound to a tree and forgotten for days
Or left to starve and thirst Because you cannot abuse or neglect that which does not exist!
"Whatever thy take to do with thy hand, do it with all thy might."
And so I pledge with all my honor to work as hard as my love is strong
To make certain that before you come here,
You will be treated with the respect and dignity and compassion that you deserve.
And until such time that you are no longer considered a mere commodity
To discard at whim I will toil to insure that you will never exist!
A MESSAGE FOR HOLLY, by Sue Williams, Founder/Operator, Holly Help Memorial Spay Fund
A gentle whispering essence, you were all that is Good. Your pureness was the very best part of me. I am left consigned to remain forever indebted for having felt the brush of air from your uplifting wings. Now, in your shadow, you leave behind something wondrous, something untouchable yet achievable. Behind you dances your memory; a piece of all that you were. That it should endure amongst us mortals and left us higher while we fulfill a duty to the sort you chose to be born into. And there, a chorus of fireflies leaping like flickering Lights Of Hope, you lit up the night and left behind the greatest Wonder of allâ€¦ The Spirit of Giving, of Opportunity, of Provision and the Promise for a better tomorrow, starting today.
With Love, Your Mummie
SWEET MUSIC (This is a true story. The writer wishes to remain anonymous.)
It was another cold day in January when the Alanon A.A. Support group met. Chairs in a circle and one by one, each introduced themselves and gave a summary of their life. The focus was on Carol. She told how, because of her long dependence on alcohol, her family had stopped listening to her view and to her opinions. She was no longer valued as a useful member of the family unit. Sadly she finished, "I feel as though I have no voice".
The focus then turned to the next occupied chair. A middle-aged girl slowly began to speak. "My name is Jamie and I am an addict. I understand how Carol feels because I have lost everything; my husband, my car, along with most of my personal belongings. All are now gone. And because of a careless cigarette, my home caught fire and burned also. But this blackened house is the only place that I have left to go. I have managed to hold on to one small job as a waitress. When the tables are cleared and the plates have been returned to the kitchen, I scrape all of the unwanted food into a bucket. At the end of the day, as I walk home, I stop at many houses along the way. These are the homes to lonely dogs that have been tied and forgotten in their back yards. Seldom visited by their owners, water bowls are left overturned and dry. Some do not have shelter and none are fed regularly. So, as I stop at each house to give every dog a little of the scraps from the restaurant bucket, I fill their bowls with water from the outdoor spigots. Rarely do the pet owners know, or care, that I have visited.
And, it was in each of these grown-up, run-down back yards where I came to realize that I do still have a voice. And every evening, my voice dances like sweet music to someone's waiting ears".
If you can start the day without a cigarette,
If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can get going without pep pills,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can honestly say that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against
creed, color, religion or politics,
Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.