If I could speak to future generations,

My sons and daughters, their offspring to be,

I’d say, begin with, I don’t know anything,

Then ask for ears that hear, and eyes that see.

Assumptions are the downfall of all wisemen

But seekers are the ones who find the truth

Live what you believe before you teach it, and

Spurn paid, self-sainted, power-hungry fools.

I’d tell the children of my children’s children

That love is not a feeling or a thought

It is the act of caring for another:

The younger, weaker, poorer, or distraught.

So love. Love always, and love without measure.

Give. Don’t save yourself. Give it all away.

When faced with “will it hurt” and “but I want it”

Know: Love-in-Action cancels Hell-to-Pay.

If I could speak to future generations

I’d tell you that the most important thing

Is the children you’re raising to be parents.

Don’t fail to give each one a song to sing.

Tell stories of your journey t’ward the Maker.

Open their eyes to stories they’ll become

Give them the bigger picture of influence

Each one can change a family’s outcome.

If I could speak to future generations

I think that I would never silent be

Every son and daughter of my children

Would hear that Christ is everything to me.

All I have, and am becoming, he gave me.

This poetry first came from him: My Muse.

I am the tea leaves in a cup of time-space

Christ is the Living Water. I’m infused.

If I could—I would tell them all, I love you!

You’re so smart, and so full of energy!

I want your art on my wall where I can see it,

I’d love to bake your birthday cake and sing.

No matter where you are, and what your life is

Just know this poet-mama from ‘some’ time

Loves you and is cheering for your victory

And we’ll be friends somewhere beyond the rhyme.