On a cold and grey….
Chicago mornin…. he sang as myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope and I sat a few feet away. And even though we both grew up listening to this song by ‘The King’, this was somehow different. I close my eyes as myDarlin’ wraps his arms around me, knowing that I will soon be reduced to tears.
A poor little baby child is born….in the ghetto
and his mama cries….
and his mama cries….
for as I place myself in the young mother’s world, I know that she is just a girl with dreams and ambitions for herself and her child. My heart aches for her and her little man as I reflect on how each of us only wants the best for our children.
….cause if there's one thing that she don't need, it's another hungry mouth to feed…In the ghetto
In the line at the checkout, there hangs a tear pad making it easy to make a difference by donating $1, $3 or $5 to the cause to help feed the hungry. It breaks my heart to see how many people won’t part with even $1 to help others. (realizing that many may be donating in other ways or just can’t afford it) And the cheerful cashier with the bright red lipstick and rosy cheeks says, ‘thank you and bless you’ to me and others each time we hand her the ticket.
Over the years, we have the honor to see and hear him pouring his very heart and soul into this music, and each time he asks for requests, it is this song I ask for. And each and every time, I cry as I put myself in her place realizing that no matter how far we have come that there will always be hungry mouths to feed.
Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed. Proverbs 19:17
One of the lessons that myDarlin’ and I learned is that whatever we put out into the universe, comes back ten-fold… sometimes it manifests itself immediately, and others over time – but I can assure you that it is real. Act with kindness and it will be repaid, give with generosity and you will never want.
myDarlin’ had booked him to play long before he left us, and as I sat there on the patio listening to him, he asked for requests. ‘In the ghetto’, I replied and he began to sing…. I closed my eyes as a tear slipped down my cheek, and felt myDarlin’s arms around me as if it were the very first time we saw him play….
Today, on a cold and grey morning, I am grateful for memories of myDarlin’, for the songs of our friends and the ability to make a small difference in the lives of others every day.
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