Humanity

Today I wanted to contemplate over someone else's amazing work.
This Poem really makes me ponder how I judge others.
"There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man."

--Sam Walter Foss


Does feeling unified with all of Humanity change your view on mankind's existence?


I'd be interested to hear your comments.


Chelsea Merkley


Dec. 7, 2011

Divine Freedom

It is the end of the term and my brain is beginning to be frazzled.
My husband and I entertained the idea of going to Italy or France for a few days or a week to unwind.
Therefore, this is the poem which came from those feelings.

Today I want to run away.
Across the Field of dreams.
Revelling in the get away;
Of my childhood schemes.

Flying through the pain.
Above the sorrow and Tribulation.
Wandering to an Island of Dreams
Where I receive divine salvation.

Pondering beauty, love and peace. Given to us without cease. 
Given the life of ease that is sure to please.
Learn, laugh and love.
Soar free like a pure, white dove.

Chelsea Merkley

Nov. 14, 2011

Godliness

When I am a Goddess, then will I be clean?
Or do I wait until the world invents me a cleaning machine?
Do I wait until the next world to become the Queen of  a Perfectly Pristine Palace?
Are the streets of Heaven lined with Maids and Housekeepers?
Or are there majestically beautiful Golden Road Sweepers?
Is there Magic that makes it always spotless in Heaven?
Wouldn't it be neat to see if these queries were true?
I'd be happy to wait and I bet so would you!


Chelsea Merkley
- September 6, 2011

A Brighter Future

                                               A Brighter Future

Silver wishes roam, from my heavenly home—

Where my father sits on his majestic throne!

Pure, sweet angels guard me with love.

The Holy Ghost descends and soars in my heart, like a dove.

Pain and sorrow give me hope for a better tomorrow.

Precious children of God; What I wouldn’t do to meet you someday.

Even if it’s after this life: and far away.

This hope I have within me—like a fire will never dim!

Your possibilities surround me and reach inside my skin!

Today I’ll pray and fast for you my future child!

Someday I’ll see you with the help of the meek and mild!

           Chelsea Merkley

             July 14, 2011

Blessing From Above

Rain descends from above; I truly need a hug.

Tic Toc, Drip, Drop.

Sounds of water falling on my window pane, makes my efforts to sleep vain.

One request to my beloved, and he helps my fears and distractions disappear. 

Certainly then, I can see clear. 

A blessing from the power of God soothes my mind and heart. 

The joy and happiness are about to start. 

Sweet clarity and peace fill my soul as I slumber with the feeling of safety.

-May 17,2011

By Chelsea Merkley 

Part Poem Part Faith; Story of my Life

Once their was a little girl, not too long ago.
She loved to sing, and dance for fun and smile wherever she did go.
She was always joyous and carefree;
What zest for a little child- she did possess you see!
She loved life and everyone in it and wanted to spread her joy to all.
Spinning and frolicing all around, not worried about who might watch her going around and around.
She thought of the positive and happy things she could do, not the ones which made her feel blue.
Well, somewhere in her childhood years she lost part of the spark of  past youthful cheer.
She tried her hand at many a craft, but gave up to easy- since her guardian implied- she was daft.
The Guardian called her, "The Quitter", to which she became quite defensive and bitter.
She began to think, "I wonder what they think of me?"And "Will this make make them happy?"
Instead of, " How great this get together will be!"
The dark cloud of misery descended unhesitantly.
Self-Pity and doubt shrouded her thoughts.
The truths in her faith and religion were fading in what the Guardian now taught.
Confusion ran through her mind, as clashing ideals and self image intertwined.
She thought, "Who am I?" and do I really matter?
As the girl inside the woman pondered that, she heard her conscience utter;
"I am a daughter of God who loves me and I love him, I will stand as a witness of God in all things,at all times and in all places." Standing for a witness starts with me. I am capable of marvelous talents and wonderful skills. All I need is faith, hard work and perserverance to overcome any obstacle. I can beat any negative thought with optimism and idealism. Fantasies and dreams for my future, can and do become realities. Love for all mankind is critical to forgiving myself and others close to me. As I learn to see the world through Heavenly Father's Eyes I can be more like him and divinely see the light in every person's countenance more clearly; including my own.

Chelsea Merkley
May 16, 2011

Dreams

Dreams

Dreams visit me wholeheartedly.

                          Sleep eludes me constantly.

As I lay awake my mind wanders,

                My body is weak--

Though my soul, ponders.

               Wide-eyed stories, of a life I might have led.

Told perfectly in the book I have just read.

                    Silver whispers from a friend long gone.

Quiet my fears with heaven’s angel song.

           Possibilities of  a life within me,

Give me happiness where there was pity.

           Worries and pains thrive,

Yet in my spirit they will not survive.

           My heart sees freedom and cheer,

And finally begins to see clear.

-March 24, 2011

             By Chelsea Merkley