The Weighing of Deeds

The Weighing of Deeds

Leonard B Jasa’s Life Review

Maeann Jasa-Barrett

Friends and foes

heaped the scales

with deeds of good

and the devil’s do

The Great God laid His eyes on him

The man began to weep

… seen the awfuls of war, Dear One.

No more, No more.

I’m granting you Grace and Peace.

The man collapsed relieved

If there are no more to speak

I’ll make my decision brief

A wee brown hand waved frantically
I have something to say

Bucket trapped in his garage

My heart raced fast and blue

Would he crush me ‘neath his heal

Or would he turn me loose?

The crowd gasped in disbelief

At the mouse’s tale of woe 

He who’d fought and fired men

Tipped the bucket at the curb

Gave me a running start

And so Good God, it is my vote

That he should go upstairs.

The Good God smiled

and tipped the scale

That opened Heaven’s Gate

Lest we think it matters not

The things we say and do

The smallest creatures matter too

Beware your own review.

©️ 2018 Red Convertible Travel Series

People Helping People = Peace on Earth

Foam wasp and hornet killer wasn't in the aisle with household cleaners at Walmart. The clerk I'd asked in housewares found it in the Garden center and hunted me down. That's service!

When I got to our truck, I couldn't get in. The man in the car on my passenger side said, "I'll put those in for you." The little girl with him said, "That was nice."
"Yes it was."

I couldn't get in my driver's side because the driver of the car beside me was trying to back out. I motioned for them to stop. They couldn't see over my truck. I checked the traffic and stopped it. When I told them it was safe to back out, they were filled with joy. "Nobody has ever done that for us!" Those who stopped pulled into the space with wide smiles, too. So was I.

When I backed out, I rolled the passenger window down to the man on my right. "We were people helping people, that's what peace on earth looks like." He nodded and smiled.

©️2018 Red Convertible Travel Series

Random Acts of Kindness

I volunteer to read to second graders at Kirkpatrick School in Clarksdale, MS. It's the highlight of my week. My intent is to inspire them to read and learn more. They're generous with hugs and love letters.

St. Paul's Methodist Church adopted Kirkpatrick school. We provide cookies or cupcakes, lemonade and achievement stickers for over 100 K-4 children each quarter. I peel the stickers off and stick them on their shirt. Each child gets one and a compliment on their achievement.

I wore a few leftover stickers to Walmart. It didn't take long to find a frazzled clerk trying to restock first aid. "You look like you could use a sticker." She burst into a smile just short of tears, "I needed that!"

The day of our Peace March, I came around an aisle in Kroger's and there was this man wearing a gold paper crown, a black with gold threads suit, and a full-length black coat draped over his shoulders like a cape. To top it off, he had this long stick with a twisted root. When I got my breath, I asked if I could take his picture. "Sure." The man beside him happened along. They knew each other. It was a two for one.

I asked, "Mr. King, would you like a peace sticker?"
"Sure,put it on my hand."
As I turned to leave, he added, "Isn't it nice to be nice?"

©2015 Red Convertible Travel Series