In the bleak midwinter, you can give your heart

I risked life, limb and lens yesterday afternoon, skidding out to my icy front porch to plant a yard sign and a little love.

In the bleak midwinter,  you can give your heart. You can also wack your chin with your camera lens as you take a spectacular fall in front of a whole middle school just getting out for the day, but that’s a story for another day.

I’ve been wanting to plant my own friendship sign since I spotted one on a walk through my neighborhood. Written in English, Arabic and Spanish, because those are the languages spoken in Pastor Matthew Bucher’s Virginia neighborhood, the sign acts as exactly the kind of welcome mat I want to display.

“No matter where you are from, we are glad you’re our neighbor.”

I’m going to see about adding a Hmong version as well, because that’s a language spoken in my neighborhood.

Pastor Bucher hand-lettered his sign and, with the help of congregation members, added translations.

“The church is located in the northeast part of Harrisonburg, which has a long tradition of being the African-American part of the city,” he said in a recent  NPR article. “But in the past 20 years it’s also become home to a lot of people from Central America, the Middle East and around the world.”

“That’s why we did it in three languages — English, Arabic and Spanish, because those are the three most common languages spoken in our neighborhood.”

The signs are sprouting up all over the country, and I imagine they’re like bright little breadcrumbs of kindness. Follow them to find a friend.

The whole project reminded me of a Sam Water Foss poem I’ve written about before. I’ve loved that poem since college, when I tacked it to my dorm room bulletin board.

I’m going to post it here in its entirety because it is the perfect, bleak midwinter pick-me-up.

The House by the Side of the Road

There are hermit
souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house
by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban;-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I see from my house
by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears-
Both parts of an infinite plan;-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

I know there are brook-gladdened
meadows ahead
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.

Let me live in my
house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish- so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?-
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Welcome, friends. We’re so very glad you’re here.


Here’s my sign and I’m hoping to add another. Let me know if you’d like one for your front yard and I’ll point you in the right direction. 


About Molly B and Me

Welcome to Molly B and Me! This is a blog written by a 50-year-old mother of four with help and recipe contributions from her 16-year-old youngest daughter. Follow us as we struggle with our six-foot by 2-foot garden that has never really grown anything but turnips. We like to spin a yarn, but we can't knit at all. We're pretty good cooks, which works out well because we like to eat. We're avid sports fans and we especially enjoy football. We'll introduce you to our neighbors, including Connie the Cookie Lady and Macy the three-legged dog. Check back for recipes and tips.

Posted on January 10, 2017, in The people in our neighborhood, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Gladys Wisnefski

    Beautiful! And a great idea. Thanks.

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