UNEXPECTED PRAYER
I awoke this morning with a prayer on my lips. Perhaps that may not seem strange to you, but it is for me who almost never prays.
Robert Roxby was a member of the local chapter of the California Federation of Chapparal Poets. The writing of his youth was lost, but he dived into poetry after his retirement at the encouragement of his wife, eventually earning honors for his poetry at the Lakewood Pan American Festival. With his daughter he produced an anthology of his poetry, Reflections on a Lifetime, distributed to the local library, to family and friends. His favorite poet was Walt Whitman.
Robert was the ninth of 16 children born to a coal mining family and lived at various times in Ohio and Pennsylvania until finally settling in West Virginia. He had several jobs, coal miner, as crew with Civil Conservation Corps and house painter. After WW2 began, he moved with his wife to Long Beach, California where he found employment as a painter with the LB Naval Shipyard. He was an avid bowler maintaining a 250 average and receiving many awards from the local leagues. He dabbled with oil painting, producing several landscapes and some abstract art. He enjoyed woodcarving (primarily whittling) and handicapping horse races. After retirement he was active in the senior center and in city politics as a member of Long Beach Area Citizens Involved (LBACI) working on affordable housing projects.
I awoke this morning with a prayer on my lips. Perhaps that may not seem strange to you, but it is for me who almost never prays.
Quiet sounds of reverence speaks of deeds and suffering…
…Bright orange-red flares light up the sky as the Bessemer furnace clears its throat….
…They were having the time of their lives when the cry from the youngest one,…alerted his two brothers…
To see a tree…
To see a tree…
Within the vast sea of grass, a single blossom dares to bloom.
Come! Visit me in the month of May.
Childhood memories.
For just a blink of the eye in time they seem frozen, as if in flight…