Fences… Poetry by Rachael Hartman

Fences
© Rachael Hartman
for My Brother, Jeremy Hartman
March 1, 2014

Fences
With barbed wire
Line the entrance to
Keep us safe from attack
While loved ones fight
Far away for freedom
And we wait behind
Fences
Living in homes
Built for heroes’ families
Playgrounds, commissary, PX
All there, the card-carrying
Community inside
Fences
Rising in rank
To reach the top
The Flag flies, bugles play
Reveille and Retreat
At the center of
Fences
Always the sign
Of home away from home
American soil around the world
Always moving, meeting new
Friends, remembering
Old ones waiting by
Fences
And one day
No longer a child yet
Still feeling the draw of Green
Hearing calls of cadence
As we are kept out of
Fences
Wandering, lost
On the outside, with
No orders and nowhere to go
We search aimlessly
Fit nowhere and
Fences
Draw us, call us
Until violence ensues and
We once again are surrounded,
Bound to the security found
On the inside of
Fences
With barbed wire
Lining the entrance and
Exit of this new cold place
That keeps the world
From those behind
Fences
Towering high
Uniforms of new colors
And chains no longer on necks
Are now on hands and feet
Locking us in and out of
Fences
A community of
Criminals with recorded
Histories we know not of but
Now are brothers of the
System built with
Fences

 

Rachael HartmanRachael Hartman is an experienced writer and author. She has worked as a full-time newspaper reporter, and as a freelance contributor to magazines. She writes high school Sunday school material for Word Aflame Press as well as lessons for Project 7 (P7) student-led Bible Clubs, and blogs for Lady by Design. She enjoys health and exercise, reading, art, and playing with her two dogs Darla and Danny. She owns Our Written Lives of Hope, an online bookstore and publishing house in which she helps others share the message of the hope of Jesus Christ and promotes holistic health. Check out her web site at www.owlofhope.com and link to her on Facebook.

Poetry: No One To Look To, by Rachael Hartman

Sometimes the people we look up to in life disappoint us. When you have a hero, or someone you idealize (an idol), and you commit to making God your only hero and if you allow Him to continue to grow you, eventually you will have no other heroes–only Him. There will be phases where you can look at someone else and think, “That’s a great person, I want to be like them; they are my hero.” But if you’re around them enough and you’re a praying person, eventually you won’t feel that way anymore. You’ll just look at God and think: “He is my only Hero. He is the only one that I can look to.”

Here is a poem I wrote several years ago. I think it sums up what I’m feeling tonight.

No One to Look To
© Rachael Hartman
October 23, 2008

What holds us back from the things that we truly want in life? Is it fear that we don’t truly want it? Or fear that we may succeed, be left with emptiness and still searching for deeper meaning?

When we come to the place that we’ve always wanted to be, when we finally make it to the pinnacle of our dreams, when we reach the stars and start to shine, what is left to hope for?

We must learn to dream new dreams, reach for higher heights, and allow ourselves to evolve into higher beings.

Those beings that we used to admire and envy we have now become, and we are left with no one to look to.

No one, but God.

Rachael HartmanRachael Hartman is an experienced writer and author. She has worked as a full-time newspaper reporter, and as a freelance contributor to magazines. She writes high school Sunday school material for Word Aflame Press as well as lessons for Project 7 (P7) student-led Bible Clubs, and blogs for Lady by Design. She enjoys health and exercise, reading, art, and playing with her two dogs Darla and Danny. She owns Our Written Lives of Hope, an online bookstore and publishing house in which she helps others share the message of the hope of Jesus Christ and promotes holistic health. Check out her web site at www.owlofhope.com and link to her on Facebook.