Saturday, March 31, 2012

My Heart

My Heart by Tedi Tuttle Wixom 4/29/99, transcribed 2/28/12

My heart pumps gallons of blood
Throughout my entire body every day.
The blood is flowing, receiving oxygen.
It goes and flows on and on
Giving life, keeping me alive.

Have I ever said, “Thank you,”
To God for this miracle?

Today, I say, “Thank you
For all the intricate things
I don’t comprehend and yet,
I continue breathing
Without thinking about my breathing
In and out, in and out
With my heart pumping,
Whooshing the blood along,
     Along it’s way.”

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Die TV Die!

Die TV Die! By Tedi Tuttle Wixom 5/4/99 transcribed 2/27/12

Obituaries are packed with friends
And neighbors lying dead of heart attacks.
Why? Why in America are we insistent
Upon rushing headlong into the jaws of death?
Why can’t we relax? Why can’t we rest?
We need more rest and more silent time.
We need a few friends who are humans
Not merely Mr. Computer, Mr. TV, and Mr. Internet.

We all have the same hours in a day.
Time is a precious commodity.
I need a prescription for ocean waves to soothe my soul,
More barefoot time in the sand,
And less news to cause information overload.
Perhaps, if I cut the cables, wires, and electricity,
I could regain my senses and sensibility.
Die TV die!

I need to feel fresh mown grass on bare feet, or
Sun streaming across my face as the sun disappears
On the Oquirrh Mountains as I gaze west, while
Tossing pebbles in the Great Salt Lake.