Mary Bagley

Kemp, Texas

Mary Bagley (pen) Mary Rea Bagley (b) July 14,1913. (p)W.E. and Maude Moore (ed) Frost High School; Hillsboro Jr College; Univ. of Texas, Austin, TX. (occ) Schoolteacher (m) Duard C. Rea, 1940 (ch) Dick Rea, Lonnie Rea. (hon) valedictorian of high school class; member and past president of Delta Kappa Gamma, Alpho Rho chapter, Corsicana, TX; poems published in three anthologies; elected to The International Poetry Hall of Fame (ret) May 1980. (m) Grady K. Bagley, 1985. (pers)Never forget the past. It holds many wonderful memories. But, look to the future. It could hold a storehouse of dreams that could become reality.

MIDNIGHT MEDITATIONS

It is not easy to meditate
in the heavy noise of day;
But when night closes in,
confusing sounds fade away.

Thoughts so vague all through the light,
come to focus around midnight.

That's when I think more calmly,
And meditate upon my thoughts;
That's when I see more clearly
the lessons life has taught;
That's when I realize wearily
that sometimes my work was all for naught;
That's when I face the truth and ask,
"Have I missed the goal for which I sought?"

And then I think more comfortingly
of the many blessings life has brought;
Of the gifts to man by His hands wrought.


LIFE'S PATHWAY

There are mountains to climb and things
to do before the evening falls.

How far up the mountain am I?
I really don't know!
The climb has taken me far, over jagged
rocks and across deep divides.
But, even so, I am always one step
closer to the top.
Sometimes I slip and almost fall,
Sometimes I lag behind.
Then a clear smooth stretch comes into view,
And I regain my courage to keep climbing,
climbing until I reach the top.
The view from the top will make my heart rejoice,
for I will survey the beauty of the climb,
See the path over which I trudged
had become a highway of opportunity
And realize that the road which once was
so rugged and steep,
was really a beautiful path
to the top of my world!


I KNOW NOT WHAT

I know not what
the future holds for me;
Or if alive I'll even be;
Or if success I'll ever see;
Or if from cares I'll be set free

But if success I never know,
I will have felt friendship's glow;
And if cares infest my day,
I will have learned how to pray;
And if I no longer have breath,
I will have known - LIFE.


All poems Copyright © 1997 Mary Bagley. All rights reserved.