Saturday, October 14, 2017

Poem - The Storytellers


The Storytellers
O. Kris Widmer
Based on Matthew 27:51-53
Fulfillment of a Poetry Game…with Stephanie Haddad. 
Thanks for Writing With Me.

BOLD type are the 18 required phrases for fulfilling this poetry game.

Begun:  October 14, 2017                  Released:  October 14, 2017

The townsfolk rush into the streets,
pushing back against the morning haze of groggy brains
An earthquake?!  Yes it was!
No way to measure the shaking,
“That was a strong one, though!
Here, in our diverse place too!”
Everyone is amazed!

Forever into the future,
the tales of this day will be told;
the commoners will remain haunted by
the grim prospect of sorting out the details
of that unbelievable morning.
More than once, they changed their story

earth?  shaken!
stones?  rolled!
graves? open!
bones?  tossed out!

A zombie apocalypse or apocalyptic zombies?
Which was it?

About a third of everyone who heard them
thought the story tellers were drunk.
Another third thought they were insane.
The final third had heard so many
varying accounts of it, they said
none of it could possibly be true anyway.
“The gov’ment should have done more to stop them!”

The storytellers worked hard
to stay positive amid those
who would deny the truth they had seen.

(Story 1)
“I was walkin’ by the tombs, see!
And the ground starts a shakin’…like this.
(shakes body around violently)
And I sees some bones fly up
out of one of them thar sep-ul-kers.
Then I hears a rattlin’ as dem bones flies together.
Then…I sees sinews tie ‘em all together.
Then I sees muscles and organs appear.
Then it’s all covered by skin and hair.
She’s kind ‘o perty!
Then, perty fabrics covers her up.
Then…she inhales
Then…she exhales.
Then…she coughs.
Then….she opens her left eye.
Then, she opens her right eye, and…
She’s Alive!  Whoa, Baby!
She’s got everything she’ll need during her return
to the land under the sun.

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.


(Story 2)
I too was in the Holy Land at the time.
On that same day, at that same time,
I was visiting the tomb of the Baptizer,
buried outside the walls, with the other convicts.
He had been unlucky enough
to donate skull and skin…and the beard of his chin
to Salome, the king’s step-daughter.
The king had promised half his kingdom.
She asked for the upper half of a man – that man.
We knew where his body was…
(everything up to his neck, that is…
His disciples had buried what they were given.)
But no one had any idea what became of his head.

Anyway…Yes…there was that earthquake.
His grave-stone rolled away!
His bones were thrown out!
Sinews, Muscles, Organs, Skin, Hair
…and a head too!
Inhale, Exhale, Cough, Eyes.
He was doing so much more than
responding to basic commands
He’s Alive!  Whoa, Baby!
Whoa, Baptist!
After initially setting out with a stagger,
It took him just three steps to get his balance.
He turned and looked straight at me,
flashed a thumbs-up
then ran towards the city
that contained the dungeon where he died.
Surprise, Herod!

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

(Story 3)
I too felt the earthquake.
We all did.  All Three of us.
I, Salome. (Not that Salome!)
My friend Mary and my other friend Mary.
We were going to anoint His body.
We were walking when we felt that same earthquake.
We got to the tomb in time
to see the stone grind to a halt;
to hear an angel…
Singing?  Shouting? or something like that…
“Awake.  Your Father calls You!”
From out of the dark hole
of deathly darkness…came light;
bright, white light!
He’s alive!
The crucified crests the steps.
He’s alive!
The Rabbi is risen!
Go!   Tell! 
I dropped my perfume bottle and started to run.

That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.


I think of that morning now nearly every day:
especially when the sky begins to lighten;
especially when the earth moves under my feet;
especially when I see some bright, white light;
especially when I think about angels;
especially whenever music is playing.








Poetry Challenge – October 2017
For Stephanie Haddad
by O. Kris Widmer

Incorporate one phrase from each section into a poem.
You must use the words and punctuation precisely in the order listed here!  You may change capitalizations as you will.

All phrases have been taken from an internet news story about the Las Vegas Mass Shooting. (You need not write about the mass shooting, however.)

First Phrase
1.    opens her left eye
2.    responding to basic commands
3.    about a third
4.    pushing back against
5.    done more to stop - Steph
6.    remain haunted by

Second Phrase
1.    the grim prospect Steph
2.    flashed a thumbs-up
3.    whenever music is playing
4.    everyone is amazed
5.    to donate skull
6.    to stay positive amid Steph

Third Phrase
1.    they changed their story  - Steph
2.    she’ll need during her
3.    after initially setting - Steph
4.    varying accounts of - Steph
5.    her right eye and
6.    three steps to






Phrases Were Used in This Order

1.    pushing back against
2.    everyone is amazed
3.    remain haunted by
4.    the grim prospect
5.    they changed their story
6.    about a third
7.    varying accounts of it
8.    done more to stop
9.    to stay positive amid
10.         opens her left eye
11.         her right eye and
12.         she’ll need during her
13.         to donate skull
14.         responding to basic commands
15.         after initially setting
16.         three steps to
17.         flashed a thumbs-up
18.         whenever music is playing.



Friday, September 01, 2017

Poem - Last Illness

Last Illness

O. Kris Widmer

June 13, 2005  1:50 p.m.

Written during a Two Funeral Week
 



Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
I’ll be sick for the very last time.
You’ll see a sweet smile.
I’ll be dead just a while.
And then, I’ll be back in my prime.

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
It won’t be a cold or the flu.
Cancer? Perhaps.
Remission. Relapse.
I’ll slumber; than rise up, brand new!

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
I’ll catch what just cannot be cured.
Treatment won’t help,
Be it chemo or kelp.
But, I’ve a home up in glory assured.

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
To my side, you’d better come quick.
Cause you never can tell
If I’ll perish; get well.
Am I terminal or am I just sick?

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
My health plan will pay the last bills.
But Jesus will save!
I shall rise from my grave.
I’ll be whole, and I’ll say “No more pills!”

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
It will come, just as I expected.
I’ll just smile and grin.
I’ll have made it.  I WIN!
When dying, I won’t be dejected.

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
And that day will be O.K. with me.
Just lay me on down
With a smile, not a frown.
For I’m ready for eternity.

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
Life’s good, but there’s much I won’t miss.
Put some pink on my lips.
Make ‘em pucker, like this. (pucker)
For I’m gonna give Jesus a kiss.

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
And you know, you never can tell.
Will this time be it?
Should I fight on, or quit?
God knows if I’ll die, or get well.

Someday, I’ll have my last illness.
I’ll die, but then start a new trend.
My grave, it shall open.
(And that’s more than just hopin’.)

Then I’ll gaze in the face of my Friend.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Poem - Right Eye

Right Eye
O. Kris Widmer
4/27/2017

Three Word Wednesday:  Required:     Pluck, Rebel, Shady


My sister trims our mother’s eyebrows, plucking the longest hairs -
Then ushers her into the last shower she
will have in a week.  We must keep

soaping agents out of her eye,
We browse magazines while our friendly friend
(an Ophthalmologist) coaxes out the hazy lens out of her Right eye

The surgery is successful and we take her home.
Come nightfall, we put on the provided eye-patch
and tuck the octogenarian pirate rebel into her covers.

Tomorrow, she will spend another day
within the shady shadows of her oversized goggles
to emerge with 20/30 vision, and await a repeat performance


in her left eye.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Divine Signs

Recently I made the decision to leave pastoral ministry and respond to God's call to chaplain ministry.  Read on down to hear of the amazing divine confirmation signs I was given.

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Divine Signs
O. Kris Widmer

This journal entry is to record a confirmation of my new call to Chaplain ministry.  I want it written down and printed out…and blogged and Face Booked too…so it will remind me in the doubts that may eventually come my way.

I want to tell you of the amazing heavenly “signs” of affirmation that happened over the weekend.  There are times we have all asked for signs and not received them.  There are times we have asked for a heaven sent sign and received them.  This time, I didn’t ask for a sign…but got two of them anyway.  (God is like that, you know.  Gracious.)

After I had made the decision to transition to chaplain and told my local Adventist conference leaders and the church head elder…but before announcing it at the church board meeting…God sent me these two heavenly affirmations.

Sign #1 - On the Sabbath.   Remember Jesus’ quote “My Father is working and I am working.”  Well it was true on this past Sabbath day.  God was working in the details of my life.

Saturday morning at 6:55 a.m. the phone rings.  It’s the Sheriff’s office, asking me as a volunteer chaplain to go to a nearby town to visit a woman.  I dressed quickly and headed out the door for the 25 min drive. (I’ll share the story from my written report, changing the names to initials)

As I approached the neighborhood, I saw an ambulance driving the opposite way with lights and siren.  I didn’t think anything of it, for I was on my way to a fatality.  As I drove on, I passed 3 Sheriff vehicles driving in a convoy the opposite way.  I assumed they had left this call, knowing a chaplain was in route.

I arrived at the home and checked in with the officer who briefed me about the situation.  I learned that the ambulance I passed was indeed transporting the victim to a local hospital.  He had a very occasional pulse, but it was very likely that he would not survive.  She mentioned that the family is very faithfully Catholic, as evidenced by the art and photos in the residence.

She took me into the house where I met FP, the wife of the victim.  FP had one other person in the home, G, a neighbor.

Both G and I tried to get FP to sit down for a while…but she said she couldn’t sit.  She was too agitated.  Beside the floor needed to be mopped up from her husband’s vomit.  (She was mopping, and wringing out the mop in the kitchen sink.)  All that was left was to move the refrigerator, and clean underneath it.

So I took off my coat and took on the mopping chore.  I found a bucket and put a few drops of bleach in it as a mop solution, for no other cleaning product could be located quickly.  I pulled out the refrigerator and continued to mop up the black (blood) vomit of her husband. (Hey…it’s what this chaplain does.)

She was very appreciative of my taking over this task but would not sit down.

As I mopped, FP talked.   She said JP (husband) had had a cold and cough for the past week, but it didn’t seem to be serious.  But Friday night, he’d been up most of the night, not feeling well.  She found him on the floor having vomited up black/white vomitus.

JP and FP had matching plaques on the wall in recognition of their volunteer chaplain work at a local hospital as Eucharist ministers.  And I learned that G, their neighbor was a retired minister and hospice chaplain.  So I remarked how God had brought 3 chaplains into the house and two to minister to her at this moment of need.

FP said that she and her husband had 7 children (including one set of twins) and that God had brought a double birth into their home because of the death of an infant son years ago.  As we didn’t know if JP would live or die, at one point she said “JP is greeting his baby boy in heaven.”  This was a comforting thought to her.

She also lamented that next week their grandson and great-grandchildren are coming from Florida for a visit.  “And now they won’t be seeing JP,” she said.

At 8:09 a.m., A, her daughter from Berkley, arrived.  Shortly after that, her husband C arrived in a separate vehicle.  Shortly after they arrived, G the neighbor left.

As family was now present and they were planning on heading over the hospital to check on JP; and as I had church services to tend to starting at 9:00 a.m. myself I needed to leave.  I had a prayer with them and left their home at 8:25 a.m. 

(I just checked the local obituaries…and indeed JP did pass away that morning.)

I got to the church at 9:00, still in my chaplain shirt and credential…and got started on the morning meetings:  Prayer, Sabbath School Class done in my chaplain clothes. Church conducted in my new Punjabi suit. – our photo report on India.  Debbie and I went home for lunch and rested, as we are still recovering from “jet lag.”

Sign #2 – I know the Sabbath is over…but it’s still Saturday. I’m in bed, sleeping.  At 10:55. the phone rings.  It’s the Sheriff’s office, asking me again to serve as a chaplain.  I dressed quickly and headed out the door for the 38 mile drive. (As before here is the story…longer than the first…with the details, copied from my written report.)

I arrived on the scene (ER Waiting Room) and identified myself to the officer.  He introduced me to the 3 family members that were present:  AM, widow of the decedent, SM, their daughter and H, their granddaughter, who is pregnant.  I learn AM has two other children:  A son, RM and a daughter RM.  They have other grandchildren and one great grand-daughter, age 1.

AM told me the story of how she and her husband had attended a Police Charity Ball event that evening.   They have been faithful in attendance at this event since 1983.  Mr. M had expressed that he wasn’t feeling well, but they attended the gala event anyway.  She said “On the way out to the car, he was walking like he was drunk – but he had only had one glass of wine, with dinner.” 

He had unlocked the car with his key-fob, and she got into the passenger seat.  Now he didn’t join her in the car, as He had collapsed beside a nearby car.  She found him on the ground, unresponsive, with a laceration over his right eye.  She called for help from others in the parking lot and 911 was called.   She said that 2 other men came and adjusted his neck for a clear airway and that they did chest compressions, until EMT’s arrived.

He was transported to this Medical Center, where he was pronounced dead.

Mr. M was a diabetic, had COPD (with oxygen being recently delivered to the house) and was being prepped for dialysis therapy.  An access fistula had already been constructed in his arm.

While listening to AM tell the story, 3 times she said “Well, at least his last evening was a happy one.  Good food.  We were out on the town.”

I spoke to Officer H and mentioned how the chaplain service worked through the Sheriff Department and that one of the purposes was to free him to return to patrol.  He said he was off-duty at 1:00 a.m.

At 12:20 a.m., 5 other family member and 1 close friend arrived.  So now there were 9 family members in the waiting room. 

At their arrival, Officer H excused himself and the family and I said our good byes.

At 12:30 a.m., Nurse N came out with Mr. M’s personal items in a bag and gave us two pieces of information. (1) The coroner’s office had released his body (2) The Neptune Society (here after abbreviated as NS) (the family’s pre-need choice of mortuary services) had been called and would be coming in the next 2 hours to take his body into their care.

I thought it would be a good time for the family that arrived to see their father, for I believed the NS provides no viewing options at a later date.

At 12:35 a.m., I escort Mrs. M back to her husband’s body for her to have a private moment with her husband, while Nurse N retrieves two additional personal items: a gold neck chain and a ring from his Right hand.  Then we came out to the waiting room and brought the rest of the family back to have their moments with the body of their father/grandfather.  A granddaughter was particularly tearful as she said “He won’t be able to attend my graduation (from college) this year.” Everyone was out of the room by 12:50 a.m., and we were back in the waiting room.

The family said TO ME they wanted to wait for the NS and be present when his body left the hospital, to “walk him out to the van.”  So we waited, while I watched my wrist watch.

During this time I listened and learned:
·      Mr. M was an immigrant from Holland.  During WWII, he had been in Europe as a young man. During his childhood, his aptitude test recommended he become a doctor or a lawyer…but there was no schooling opportunity.  So, he made a career in real estate.  He had tried to retire twice, but was still working; assisted by one of his daughters.
·      Mr. M was a world traveler.  He had been to every continent of the world, stepping foot on Antarctica just last year.  Mr. and Mrs. M had also taken an around the world cruise together, and were marooned by a storm for day and a night on the Falkland Islands while the cruise ship left port for the safety of calmer waters elsewhere.  He had been to Russia, China, Mongolia and Egypt – and he had even told stories of his adventures while at the dinner table that night.
·      Mr. M had recently told his wife he has lost 20 pounds in weight.
·      Mr. and Mrs. M had just had their 58th wedding anniversary February 28.
·      Mrs. M asked if DL was the coroner.  I explained that he was the elected Sheriff official, but there was a large crew of deputies underneath his leadership.
·      Mr. M had a “conceal and carry permit” for a gun.  But Mrs. M had disclosed this to the officer and he had secured the firearm, and they had a phone number to arrange for retrieving it later.
·      The family discussed who would drive “Mom” home and who would pick up the car from the parking lot of the banquet.
·       
Critical Moment at End of Visit
So still we waited. 

I assumed the NS Personnel would enter through the ER entrance, so there was no possible way we’d miss them.  I had spoken to ER Reception Staff and they knew we were waiting for them.  We expected them to be there by 2:30 a.m. at the latest. (Their initial ETA)  At about 2:05  I spoke to ER Reception and they said they had called the NS staff and they were “minutes away”  “Good,” I told the family, “they will be here shortly.”

In truth, I had thought to leave at this point.  But a daughter and then a son at different times expressed appreciation for me sitting with them while they waited.  So I stayed.

And we waited.  Another 35 minutes.

At 2:45 a.m. I went up to ER reception again.  “Can you check on the NS again?”  They called.  I got the number from a NS card that Mrs. M had in her purse.  After being on the phone for 20 minutes, I learned from one NS office that their records showed he had already been picked up!  It is now about 3:15 a.m.

I asked to come behind the ER security door and speak to reception.  I told them what I learned.   They were clueless.  So I walked back to the room where Mr. M’s body had been at 12:30…and indeed he was GONE.   ER staff said that the NS staff had come in the ambulance entry and the nurse there had thought the family had left.  NO ONE CAME OUT TO THE WAITING ROOM TO CHECK ON US!  The NS had arrived about the same time as a new critical case…and the ER staff had scrambled to his aid. 

In reality…they had “been there shortly”…and had come and gone – without the waiting family knowing it or being told they had come through another door.

They had come in and out…and hospital records had the body removal at 2:15 a.m., while we were all in the waiting room…waiting.

I told the ER staff that they owed the family an apology and that their internal communication left something GREATLY to be desired.  (Where was the hospital chaplain anyway!  I never saw one!  Perhaps the Hospital doesn’t employ one at that that facility.  I have questions without answers.)

The female nurse and the ER supervisor came out and apologized to the family…and that was a new small loss in the face of the large loss of the death of Mr. M.  His son was the most upset. 

Apology made, I gathered the family for a few more moments and explained as best I could what happened.

I gathered them together and they were agreeable to a prayer, so we had a prayer circle, then hugs all around…and then the family departed.

I went back to the ER reception and had a few more choice words for them.  I explained to them that I felt they had let this family down in their service of their emotional needs.  They were the ones who knew the family was waiting.  They had been looking at us for 2.5 hours, while other patients came and registered and were taken in for treatment.

Learning Lesson:  When waiting for body removal to a mortuary or the NS particularly – have someone remain with the body until they get there.  This would have prevented this sour end to an otherwise positive few hours of initial grief following this death in their family.

So…if you’re still with me at this point…thanks for reading to the end.

God’s sign was simply this.  In the previous 4-5 years I’ve only had 2-3 callouts for the sheriff department.   And on this Sabbath….3/18/17…a day in the middle of my announcements of my transition from pastoral ministry to chaplain ministry…God arranged for me to have 2 the same day.

It was as if God was saying to me  “CHAPLAIN WIDMER…you have made the right choice and the right time.  I will bless you and make you a blessing.  I have used you in pastoral work…and now I am sending you into a new line of work.”  Like the remaining of Abram and Sarai and Jacob…it was as if God was saying  “You shall no longer be called Pastor…now from hence forth, you shall be called Chaplain.  I am the Lord your God!”

At least that is how I viewed the events of the weekend.   So there you have it.  Divine Signs.

O. Kris Widmer
3/23/17


Poem - The Storytellers

The Storytellers O. Kris Widmer Based on Matthew 27:51-53 Fulfillment of a Poetry Game…with Stephanie Haddad.   Thanks for Writin...