Monthly Archives: March 2018

An Easter Gift.

31 Saturday Mar 2018

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A light from above                                         

Found on Pinterest on 5-24-17. hegsted.com. Derek Hegsted.

Came down to the earth

And entered the soul

Of a child during birth.

 

He grew tall 

And worked with his hands.

He walked by the sea

And sat on the sand.

 

He loved to ask questions,

And met people’s needs.

He told great stories,

And planted love’s seed.

 

He performed acts of kindness

Where ever He went.

He encouraged others

To truly repent.

 

He held them and said,

“Just trust and accept,

God’s loved you forever,”

And then Jesus wept.

 

He died on a cross

To save mankind.

He didn’t want to leave

Any one behind.

 

So, rise up this Easter.

Feel joy in your heart,

For God has loved you

Right from the start.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Compassion For One’s Self.

31 Saturday Mar 2018

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There is a girl in the mirror                                       

Found on Pinterest on 3-30-18. Also alovelycalling.com. Beautiful Child.

Staring back at me.

Every time I pass by,

It’s a stranger I see.

 

I’ve spent so many years

Focused on another’s thoughts.

I’ve remembered all their feelings,

Yet it’s mine I have not sought.

 

 I’ve tried to daily please them,

And I’ve given all I can.

I’ve failed to have compassion,

For my own needs I’ve banned.

 

Yet the girl in the mirror

Deserves  my love and care.

It’s long past time to reach out

To the girl that’s waiting there.

 

Her needs are so important.

Her feelings must be heard,

For she’s a child of God.

Need I say another word?

-Yu/stan/kema-

Favorite Poems I Like: #2 “Reliance.”

25 Sunday Mar 2018

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Not to the swift, the race;                                        

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-24-17. Country and Farm Photography. Taken by Carolyn Anderson.

Not to the strong, the fight;

Not to the righteous, perfect grace;

Not to the wise, the light.

 

But often faltering feet

Come surest to the goal;

And those who walk in darkness meet

The sunrise of the soul.

 

A thousand times by night

The Syrian hosts have died;

A thousand times the vanquished right

Hath risen, glorified.

 

The truth the wise men sought

Was spoken by a child;

The alabaster box was brought

In trembling hands defiled.

 

Not from my torch, the gleam,

But from the stars above:

Not from my heart, life’s crystal stream,

But from the depths of Love.

 -HENRY VAN DYKE-

 

” In honor  of those who marched today to save the lives of children.”

March 24, 2018

Yu/stan/kema.

Favorite Poems I Like: #1- “The Child In The Garden.”

18 Sunday Mar 2018

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When to the garden of untroubled thought

I came of late, and saw the open door,                                                    

Found on Pinterest on 6-11-17. Saved from meetup.com. Darkfire. Magic & Mysteries.

And wished again to enter, and explore

The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,

And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,

It seemed some purer voice must speak before

I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,

That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

 

Then just within the gate I saw a child,-

A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;

He held his hands to me, and softly smiled 

With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:

“Come in,” he said, “and play awhile with me;

I am the little  child you used to be.”

-HENRY VAN DYKE-

 

“Too soon we leave our childhood behind. A time when thoughts were pure and untainted with misconceptions or influence; when ideas were unfettered and free to roam; and our spirits were wild and unafraid to speak our truth.

With adulthood, our creativity suffers and we set boundaries on what we can and cannot share. Our fear holds us hostage and causes anxiety. So we yearn to return to a time when we stretched out on our backs and let our minds fly free to explore worlds not yet tamed. We miss that child who experienced the world with such delight and felt  peace.”    Yu/stan/kema.

A Safe Connection.

11 Sunday Mar 2018

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When I can be me 

And you can be you,

How delightful is time

Spent with us, two.

 

We can laugh at ourselves

And be truthful with words.

I can tell you my secrets

And know I’ve been heard.

 

We can laugh with abandon,

Say outrageous things,

But I know you’ll support me

Whatever life brings.

 

There are moments of anger,

Some moments with tears,

But our connection continues

Through-out the years.

 

You challenge my thinking, 

See into my heart,

And I know when you’re gone,

We are not far apart.

 

For the connection we share

Is filled with God’s grace.

With you walking beside me,

I’m in a safe place.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

Opposites In Life.

07 Wednesday Mar 2018

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The wind is blowing fierce today.

It scatters debris from winter’s decay.

It’s breath is cold and sharp as a knife,

And reminds us that struggle’s a part of life. 

 

We’d like for our days to be filled with joy,

And nothing in life that could annoy;

Years full of people who bring us love,

And cloudless skies with the sun above.

 

The truth is life is made up of years

That bring us both joy and tears.

We are given the good and often the bad.

Sometimes we’re happy and sometimes we’re sad.

 

What if each day was always the same: 

Nobody  hugged us or called out our name;

Nobody laughed and nobody cried,

And people weren’t sick and nobody died.

 

Would we value the things we are given,

Or ask ourselves if life was worth livin’ ?

Sometimes it takes the opposites to see

Both are found in each destiny.

-Yu/stan/kema-