"Magic Bubble"

 

YOU gave me life

YOU gave me love

Thus I can be happy because

I exist under the auspices

Of You, Dear GOD above.

Things have a feeling of rightness

And my viewpoint is filled

With approaching brightness

All because YOU, my FATHER, know how

To tweak the channels of my mind

So that, in rough situations, I find

Contented assurance that I am a child

Of an Almighty FATHER WHO is

Of the loving kind

And WHO uses attention to great details

To shore me up and let me know

That I am, with tender thought, loved without fail.

And so, it is with gratitude, faith, and love

I bow and say, "Thank YOU loving FATHER

For buoying my spirits with expectant joy

As YOUR awesome "tendertude," YOU

Manifest and employ

As I thrive within the "celestial bubble" of your love.

As a teacher of social studies and world history

I used to take my 7th and 8th graders

For a ride in my magic bubble

And I tell you, in that social studies class

We left the walls of the schoolroom behind

As we journeyed to places on the spectrum of time.

We experienced amazing thought-provoking scenes

That, no matter how dangerous

We could not be touched because we were

Traveling inside of Mrs. Alma's "magic bubble"

Where we didn't have to worry

Where we didn't have to worry about trouble.

Why I remember that the children would

Get so excited about challenging a

"Badman" of long ago

That I had to remind them that if we got quiet

When threatened by the foe

That, "Nothing can penetrate Mrs. Alma's

"Magic bubble," don't you know."

Yes, folks, we had some fun old times

In that social studies class

So much so that sometimes the kids would ask

"Mrs. Alma, can we go for a ride in

The magic bubble today?"

And to which query, I would sometimes say,

"Nope, we have to do expounded definitions today

And no complaining now because you

Know that the magic bubble is not real anyway."

But my resourceful younguns that I

Had taught to think would reply,

"We know that, Mrs. Alma, but it's fun

And we like it because it makes us learn.

Can we go, ple-e-ease?!" and they would sigh.

...Ah, the joys of teaching the pliable

Hearts of the young

And yet, I remember that someone once told me

That I was a teacher born, ready-made

And, as I ponder that thought, I chew on the fact

That my teaching skills have not

Been allowed to fade

For, though I am in the throes of, yet, another career

I draw upon those well-honed skills

To bring you, my dear reader, near

For through our brief lesson about the "magic  bubble"

I have made you wish that you had a bubble of such

To which I reply, "You do fellowman, and it's called

GOD's loving, benevolent eye and loving touch!"©

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Remember, it's dark now, but dawn is breaking. Be safe.

 

Walking by faith,

Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones