Monthly Archives: February 2017

The Power Of Acceptance.

25 Saturday Feb 2017

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THE POWER OF ACCEPTANCE.

Your love encourages me                            

Lake with fog and Instagram effect. Found on Pinterest on 1-8-17. Live Purposefully Now. com.

Lake with fog and Instagram effect. Found on Pinterest on 1-8-17. Live Purposefully Now. com.

To be much more than I                          

Thought possible.

Your strength of mind

Helps me be accountable,

For what I say and do.

Your sense of fairness

Leads me to examine,

How I treat others.

Your ability to be honest

About your own human flaws,

Helps me to accept my humanity.

Your love for God and your desire

To live in service to others,

Helps me draw closer to God.                               

Your presence in my life

Has made me realize, 

Miracles can happen.

Yu/stan/kema

 

A Mother’s Love For Her Baby.

23 Thursday Feb 2017

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Found on Pinterest on 9-21-15.

Found on Pinterest on 9-21-15.

Lay down your head, sweet baby.

Your night-time book has been read.

Mother has tucked you in for the night,

My little sleepy head.

 

Peace falls on your face

As mother touches your hair.

Your lips curve into a smile,

As she throws you a kiss in the air.

 

She can smell the talcum powder

That covers your body tonight.

Your hair smells of shampoo.

She wants to hold you tight.

 

But she lets you sleep safely,

For she knows you need to rest.

She stands at the door to watch you.

Dear baby, you are the best.

 

She hopes the world treats you kindly,

And you meet the love of your life.

She wants you to find your purpose,

And your days to be free of strife.

 

She’ll teach you how  to work hard,

And  find some time to play;

Treat others with God’s kindness,

And take a moment to pray.

 

For a Mother cares for her child,                          

Found on Pinterest on 2-23-17. Vladimir Volegov. Volegov.com.

Found on Pinterest on 2-23-17. Vladimir Volegov. Volegov.com.

And  seeks to always protect.

She gives with all of her heart,

And never shows neglect.

 

So rest tonight, sweet baby,

And wake with the rising sun,

Open your eyes to beauty,

For the day has just begun.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

The Human Connection.

20 Monday Feb 2017

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Found on Pinterest on 2-20-17. Saved from shinystarrlight.tumblr.com. Leo Buscaglia.

Found on Pinterest on 2-20-17. Saved from shinystarrlight.tumblr.com. Leo Buscaglia.

“Girl, what are you looking for,

Dressed in rags and torn shoes?”

Her eyes turn downward.

Her face sings the blues.

 

Her arms feel heavy 

Carrying the world on her back.

Her eyes shift side-ways

To stave off an attack.

 

“I can see that your legs are

Trembling with fatigue.

You are about to fall.

Take a moment to breathe.”

 

People tell her: ” Be strong.

You can make it alone.”

One of these days,

She will be full-grown.

 

These well-meaning words

Mean nothing to her,

Because year after year,

She’s had to endure

 

The pain of a life-time

Filled with sorrow and grief.

She’s tired and exhausted

And she needs some relief.

 

A touch of a hand and a 

Smile on a face

Can often work wonders,

Along with God’s grace.

 

Connection is needed

From the day of one’s  birth.

When given with kindness,

It increases self worth.

Yu/stan/kema

The Storms In Life.

16 Thursday Feb 2017

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I can see the storm coming

From far away in the distance.                             

Found on Pinterest on 2-11-17. Lavender Field Storms by Antony Zacharias. Theenchantedwind.tumblr.

Found on Pinterest on 2-11-17. Lavender Field Storms by Antony Zacharias. Theenchantedwind.tumblr.com

The wind changes direction

And it increases in intensity.

The air has the feel of an electrical

Charge to it and my hair stands

Up on my forearms.

I know I should seek shelter,

Go to a place of safety,

But I don’t go.

I am mesmerized by the storm.

The clouds turn from gray 

To a dark blue-black color.

Some clouds billow up 

Like white cotton candy.

The wind picks up leaves

And tosses them into the air.

I watch the wind currents 

Carry them for a short while.

I smell moist dirt in the wind.

The trees bend and sway

In rhythm to the storm that

Rages inside my own heart.                           

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16,

Found on Pinterest on 6-22-16, Saved from flickr.com

I feel alive out here in the storm.

I am no longer numb and

Unresponsive to the images,

Sounds, and sensations that float

To the surface of my awareness,

Having been pulled from the

Recesses of long repressed,

Bitter memories.

The storm within unites

With the storm without.

Both rage until their energy

Is spent.

Rest is needed, and

The realization hits: 

That despite life’s storms,

Life still goes on.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

Heaven Is Forever, My Friend.

13 Monday Feb 2017

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My old friend, I’ll see you again

In a distant time and place.

I’ll look you up when I leave this world

And travel through endless space.

Found on Pinterest on 12-17-16. Stephen Hayward. Stars

Found on Pinterest on 12-17-16. Stephen Hayward. Stars

 

If you should die before I do,

Meet me at the pearly gate.

I don’t want to miss time with you.

We’ve a lot to celebrate.

 

We’ll share the things we use to share,

And laugh ’til the sun goes down.

We’ll sing sacred songs at night

And follow God’s heavenly crown.

 

In early morning, we’ll walk and talk

In a field of beautiful  flowers.

We’ll stand where the sweet river flows,

And dance in the Spring showers.

 

We’ll  pass under the towering trees,

And listen to the birds that sing.

They will create a symphony

That will make the forest ring.

 

Found on Pinterest on 1-11-17. Nancy Noel

Found on Pinterest on 1-11-17. Nancy Noel.

When I am given my pair of wings,                    

You and I will fly

To the nearest star and back again,

Under a moon-lit sky.

 

When you are finally done for the night,

You’ll take out your harp and play,

A tune to match with the song I’ll write.

It’s another way of  to pray.

 

So don’t you be sorry if I go first,

And make it there before you.

I’ll save a very special place,

And tell God you are coming too.

     Yu/stan/kema

 

 

Searching For My Friend.

13 Monday Feb 2017

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You will always remain

Very special to me,

No matter the number

Found on Pinterest on 11-2-15.

Found on Pinterest on 11-2-15.

Of years in between.

The next time we meet,                      

                       

Or talk once again,

I’ll always remember

You were my best friend.

I remember the soft light

That lit up your eyes

When I would bring you

A wondrous surprise;

The way you would listen

And try to be fair;

When we would argue,

You’d always be there.

We didn’t need words

To share our thoughts, 

Or all the harsh lessons

That living had brought.

We accepted our flaws,

And mistakes that we made.

We worked out our problems

And both of us stayed.

Our commitment was strong

Through all of the years,

To stay good friends 

Through the joy and the tears.

We couldn’t foresee

What the future would bring,

That old age would carry

A terrible sting.

Memories were lost

In the hallways of time.

Pain grew inside

Without rhythm or rhyme.

Her own thoughts 

Would then disappear.

She’d end up feeling

Such terrible fear.

 

But my love remains,

As I reach out to touch

The curve of her face.

I love her so much.

I’ll find her again

With God’s sweet grace,

My best friend.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

The Forest Primeval.

11 Saturday Feb 2017

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I am the forest primeval.

I have existed for eons.                          

Found on Pinterest on 2-11-17. Road Trippers. Article by Lila Walsh. Sequoia Star Trails. Photo by Jim Brandenburg.

Found on Pinterest on 2-11-17. Road Trippers. Article by Lila Walsh. Sequoia Star Trails. Photo by Jim Brandenburg.

There is a silence deeper 

Than any absence of sound.

When you enter the place

Of the Most Holy,

Moss grows abundantly

On the rocks and trees.

Ferns grow waist-high 

And cast lingering shadows 

On the forest floor.

Birds silently fly up

To the top most branches

Of the Redwood trees.

Butterflies glide in 

The afternoon breeze.                         

Found on Pinterest on 5-26-16. Unknown author. Prince Ea.

Found on Pinterest on 5-26-16. Unknown author. Prince Ea.

Animals pad softly by                           

And stop to give tribute

To the Most High.

Souls unite with souls

And create a more

Perfectly made whole.

Yu/stan/kema

God Has A Plan For Us All.

08 Wednesday Feb 2017

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On the side of this mountain,                                  

Found on Pinterest on 9-26-16. Mike Blanchette.

Found on Pinterest on 9-26-16. Mike Blanchette.

I have lived for a season,

In a frozen state for a time.

I’m sure God has a very good reason

I’m still here in my prime.

 

The valleys and canyons,

And trees below me,

Make me glad for a while,

That I’m part of this majesty,

And not of the rank and file.

 

The season’s end is almost here.

The sun shines bright overhead.

I feel a sudden change inside

And I become  liquid instead.

I feel like part of me died.

 

I gather myself as I flow over rock

And slide between a big crack.

I spatter, bounce, slither and roll

Over the mountain’s back,

 And around a shady knoll.

 

I rush with a babbling sound,                     

Found on Facebook Timeline 2-8-17. Dorsey Davis, photographer. Gallery 45 Photography, LLC. Country and Farm Photography shared photo.

Found on Facebook Timeline 2-8-17. Dorsey Davis, photographer. Gallery 45 Photography, LLC. Country and Farm Photography shared photo.

As I grow bigger in size.

I feel a power I control

As I suddenly realize,

In God’s eyes, I’m whole.

 

Down the great mountain,

I roar and cascade

In a series of small falls.

I rest where the children can wade.

God has a plan for us all.

Yu/stan/kema.

” Dedicated to Teacher.”

 

 

 

Peaceful Slumber.

06 Monday Feb 2017

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Found on Pinterest on 2-4-17. Saved from cat-arzyna.tumblr.com. Doc. Holliday 1960.

       

There is something in this picture                                                                                           

That attracts me like a magnet.

It speaks to some frail part of me 

That seeks eternal peace.

 

There is a sense of quietness 

That makes me lie down,

And open  my soul to drink,

Of the beauty all around.

I open my ears and hear                          

A lovely symphony, 

Of all the insects and birds

That live in  memory. 

I hear the lapping  water

Against the lake’s edge.

I could lay here for hours, 

Watch the sun-lit hedge,

And let my soul fly back

Certain I am safe,

Within the arms of God,

And in my childhood faith.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

A Favorite Poem Of Mine: ” I Remember, I Remember,” Thomas Hood.

04 Saturday Feb 2017

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I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun                            

Found on Pinterest on 3-14-16. Vintage Rose.

Found on Pinterest on 3-14-16. Vintage Rose.

Came peeping in at morn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day;

But now, I often wish  the night

Had borne my breath away.

 

I remember, I remember,                                

Found on Pinterest on 3-12-16. lilacs.

Found on Pinterest on 3-12-16. lilacs.

The roses, red and white;

The violets and the lily cups,

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

 And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,-

 The tree is living yet!

 

I remember, I remember,

Where I use to swing;

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing:

My spirit flew in feathers then,                       

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool               

The fever on my brow!

Found on Pinterest on 8-4-16. Johner

Found on Pinterest on 8-4-16. Johner.com

 

I remember, I remember,                                

The fir trees dark and high;

I use to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now ’tis little joy

To know I’m farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

-Thomas Hood

” Even if our childhoods were difficult, we still carry inside us some good memories of that magical time.”      Yu/stan/kema.