a poem for my seventeen-year-old son
by Elizabeth de Barros
Some advice as you go out the door:
Of life and love
Well, these have a way of shaping you
whether you want them to or not.
Matter drops its weight,
Axe and chisel come unannounced.
Sandpaper’s rough, but it makes things smooth.
Forget rushing it.
3-D takes time,
as do all private wonders.
_________
Responses.
These are important.
Some will be verbal.
Let Silence cast its vote in the right direction,
your groans be heard in prayer.
There will be interjections, too —
may “Revenge!” not be one of them.
Leave room.
Push – Pull
“Do it!”
“Don’t do it!”
— each tell their stories.
Hook wires up to your heart
to test you,
try to steal your grades.
On your marks,
get set!
Intentionality is supposed to be a supposed thing
— but it’s not.
Count your steps.
A sentinel puts one foot in front of the other,
walks a straight line.
Guard the honor of all men,
known and unknown.
A watchman stays awake.
_________
Now about salt and pepperings:
source, quality, amounts —
these matter.
Use more or less, to taste.
Ounce for ounce,
good and bad,
all is weighed.
May the scales lean in your favor.
_________
Obedience is the blessing,
And triumphs are held in a paper cup.
Sorrows can last a lifetime, depending.
If you’re blessed with a broken heart,
Faith will do the mending.
Choices will either render a man hopeless
or find him coming up over the hill, carrying the spoils.
Strength is a fountain of grace
and Hope is a well,
but fear of man is a snare.
Walk forward on bended knee
— backwards, if you must —
Feel the might of God
swelling in your chest.
From Gilgal to Jericho,
take Courage
and Faithfulness will lead you home.
_________
Friends.
A necessity.
They come ’round for a game of tackle
and pick you!
From there,
it’s all field goals and touchdowns.
Others may drop you
for various reasons:
fumbles, mishaps, overthrows —
trust the ones who will catch you when you fall.
You’ll be able to count them on one hand,
and know God sent them.
Joshua, Caleb, David, Nathan,
your company troop —
Joseph and Daniel, too.
And a brother is one who goes the distance.
Owe no man but the debt of love,
treat everyone well.
_________
Of Time and Work
Here’s what I will say:
Work is to be done on time
then Time will work for you.
Sleep when you ought
— not too much —
an alarm clock has one purpose:
not to beg.
Up and at ’em,
Ready or not!
Morning comes early —
Sow in the dark, reap at noon.
When evening comes,
you’ll be glad you had the right tools for planting.
_________
The Day has come.
Arrival for Departure.
Run hard, run long,
Don’t stop except to rest —
He’s your breath, muscle, focus, agility, speed, momentum,
track and backbone.
Deep breath.
Relax.
_________
Cost.
Always count it —
Even if it costs you everything (it will).
Remember:
the goal is to break tape
and Freedom came at a price.
It still does.
When weariness comes (it will),
a cloud of witnesses is cheering
for your second wind.
Take it.
__________
As you go,
look straight ahead.
But first, make sure your shoes are shined.
Be strong,
Stand firm,
Run free.
Hold fast your crown.
Go.
© 2013 Elizabeth DeBarros
Liz, this brought tears to my eyes. Wisdom from a loving mom, who has learned from her eternal Father, the Definition of Love… Just want to say, when you wrote about friends: “Trust the ones who catch you when you fall. You’ll be able to count them on one hand, and know God sent them,” you’ve been that to me, for over 32 years. Separated by miles – at times, by differences, disabilitiy, whatever … I treasure you, Daughter of Zion!
Thank you, Lisa. It’s wonderful to have lived long enough to say these things to him and know they’re real. And then to have you confirm them is butter to my cream.
As for our friendship, no separations. Just cords of lovingkindness, long ones.
As with all your poems, each word well-chosen and well-laden. May it be.
Thank you ❤
Perfect rhythm that invites a dance. Love it. Love you. Praying as we see them dancing…
I needed to bring it to a close, but you know I could’ve kept going…and invited friends to add their lines.
My, my Elizabeth. This was one incredible piece of poetry. Your son is so blessed to have a mom with such wisdom and the gift to express it so beautifully.
Thank you, Diane. You always warm my heart.
This poem is a garland to grace the head of Santos and a chain to adorn his neck (Proverbs 1:9) – and God sees it as an ornament of great price. “Though it cost all you have, get wisdom”. It has cost all you have…and it is beautiful. Bless you, Liz, and may the Lord bless your eldest, Santos.
Diana,
Your blessed words add even greater fullness to all God is doing. Thank you for them.
Love,
-L
Poignant and encouraging all at once. Bless your boy as he goes forward.
Thank you, Kim. Much appreciated words from your own mothering heart.
-E
This hit my heart when you first posted it, Liz. I was all verklempt to the point I posted a comment, then deleted it as it just seemed beyond words to express at the time. I was thinking of the dear little notes I’ve treasured from my father, worn as they are and creased from handling. I found myself rejoicing for Santos, that this poem is an even greater treasure still, woven through as it is, every word, every line, with the love of his dear and godly mother (thinking Proverbs 31:10-31).
It made me think, too, about the precious words my oldest shared just a few short years ago, “As much as it is a blessing to have brothers and sisters in Christ, it’s a greater blessing still, to have a mother in Christ.” Praising God for the blessing it is to have a son in Christ, too.
May God bless Santos as he takes this next step and continues on his way.
Thank you, Ruth. May the generations be blessed!