Dear Connie, Chris, David and all the family,
Recently I was able to retrieve this poem (below) which I wrote for Gloria years ago. The writing followed a visit in her apartment there on Tennessee where she showed me pictures she had taken of, and told me stories about, various poor kids she had taught in the New York Public Schools …and of the great loving heart she had for them.
One of the photos was of a young teenaged African-American girl standing on a school playground made dangerous and ugly by strewn broken glass and trash of all sorts and sizes. An eight-foot cyclone fence surrounded the playground, and in the not-too-distant background one could see part of the side of a church with beautiful richly-colored and whitely-holy stained glass windows.
This poem is written in the person of the girl in the picture as she stares directly into the camera...beyond to Gloria!
Happy Birthday, dear Gloria. I recall with happiness when each year you and I celebrated with a meal honoring our September birthdays, yours on the 25th and mine the 23rd. I miss you, dear friend. Until we meet again…
-Sister Bernie
The Lady Behind the Camera
Click. Click. Click.
The eye of the camera taking quick glimpses into our grim reality:
a small bleak world defined
--- by cruel, forbidding chain fences
tightly wrapping our scared tender hearts in despair;
--- by endless cold cement strewn everywhere with pieces of jagged glass
threatening to pierce any bubble of hope
that might dare arise out of our desperation;
… and even by the few incongruous stained glass windows
that rise high in hypocrisy and hold for us little comfort.
Yes, the bold eye of the camera sees all ---
our smiles and curses, our clowning and striking out,
all in denial of the harshness that envelops us.
But with equal boldness
we peer back through the camera’s clicking shutter
and behold the lady behind the camera.
We are at first confused by her eyes ---
so loving and understanding,
so genuinely caring,
instilling deep within each of us
a faint “I am somebody.”
Click. Click. Click.
Day after day the lady behind the camera
beckons us up and onward by her love,
now instilling a “I really am somebody!”
Our young hearts begin to beat with hope,
we dare to dream…
Thank you, lady behind the camera, thank you!
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-By Sister Bernie Galvin for my dear friend Gloria