Hekman Group - Healthcare Consulting

Poetry
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"Poetry is a language that tells us, through a more or less emotional reaction, something that cannot be said."
Edwin Arlington Robinson

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Adversity may be a part of everyone’s experience. For most of us, it is just something to endure – to get through. But Ken Hekman took a different approach when faced with one of life’s most profound sorrows, the sudden death of his firstborn, a teenage daughter. By choosing to make adversity his teacher rather than simply his tormenter, he unearthed profound insights about life – and death – that will change you forever. His gripping honesty and soul-touching articulation give new meaning to the challenges of everyday life and new hope for those trapped in despair. Even non-poets can appreciate his poetic style, and his prose flows like a stream to both cleanse and to refresh.

But Treasures offers much more than the lamentations of a grieving father. It also gives us a glimpse of the profound impact one young life can have on a worldwide community, and it maps a journey through four stages from being afraid to die, to not being afraid to live again. It serves as a guidebook for others who face adversity of all kinds, and illuminates a path toward renaissance like no other artistic work.

“As it is titled, it is a treasure.” Gerald Sittser, best-selling author of A Grace Disguised

Made of Clay

I am a terra cotta bowl,

For common use each day.

Though some may think me quite ornate,

I'm only made of clay.

For value isn't measured by

My sturdiness or pride,

But rather by the love I share

From treasures found inside.

And even riches I may hold,

And wisdom, I believe,

Are gifts of God who freely lends

To those who would receive.

So I am but a fragile pot,

A humble lump of clay

To be filled up and then poured out,

And soon to fade away.

But all's not lost, for though I pass

The goodness that I share

Lives on in those who catch these grains,

The souls for whom I care.

Dreamers

Unfettered minds are free to roam,

To catch a breeze and call it home,

To chase the moon and touch the sky,

To never tire of asking why.

Though others may see discontent

For hopes and dreams that came and went,

Reflective souls forever pine

On what lies next - what priceless find.

These restless fools may never be

The titans of their dynasty,

But stand aside and let them dream

For things aren’t always as they seem.

For who can know where greatness lurks,

Where thoughts collide and genius works?

Observe the human promenade

And watch for dreamers touched by God.