Monthly Archives: December 2018

It Only Takes A Moment.

30 Sunday Dec 2018

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Why can’t we see how easy

it is to say a word,

to those we meet along life’s path

and not think it’s absurd.

 

Found on Pinterest on 2-9-16. helping hands. Dalai Lama.

Why do we say we’re busy

and fail to see a face,

filled with grief and longing,

where tears have left a trace?

 

We fail to catch the moment

when we could have changed a life.

With little acts of kindness,

we could have lessened strife.

 

It only takes a moment

for God to move through you.

With daily acts of kindness,

we show God’s love anew.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

Love For A Child.

15 Saturday Dec 2018

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Hey, little one with  sleepy eyes,

I’ll tuck you in tonight.

First, I’ll show you the stars outside,

And the moon shinning bright.

 

I’ll rock you to sleep with a symphony,                            

Found on Google+ on 10-31-15. Nabil Al Aroi.

Made by locusts and birds.

The frogs are singing along tonight.

Their songs do not need words.

 

The  sad sweet song of the Mourning Dove

Falls on the lovely night  air.

I touch the softness of your cheek.

Love leaves an imprint there.

 

I carry you back into your room,

And lay you down on your bed.

I thank The Lord for your sweet life,

As  I kiss your head.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

Thinking About Life.

10 Monday Dec 2018

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As the days fly past me

in my later years,

I have had joy and sorrow,

laughter, and tears.

 

I have fought great battles,

overcome childhood fears,

chipped away at the darkness

as the end of life nears.

 

I have tried to leave goodness

with little gifts along the way,

have spoken words of kindness,

and have kept the storms at bay.

 

I have lived my life with honor

and have never walked away,

when it would have been easier

for me not to stay.

 

But still I feel haunted

by the things I never did,

the words I never spoke,

and the feelings I hid.

 

When my life is over,

I hope I will find

my life really mattered

to those I left behind.

Yu/stan/kema.

A Betrayal Of Hope.

03 Monday Dec 2018

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Down south of the border                               

on Mexican land,

a group of weary travelers

tried to cross the Rio Grande.

They were victims of violence

from countries left behind.

They sought a place of safety

where others could be kind.

All they really wanted

was a place to call home.

They were tired from the journey,

and did not want to roam.

Mothers carried children

and fed them as they walked.

Fathers gave protection

to children as they talked.

They climbed the hill together

and saw a barbwire fence.

Soldiers stood with guns.

It made little sense.

They came in hope of freedom,

and to find some kind of job. 

They did not want to worry

someone would rob

them of what was left

after fleeing for their lives.

They wanted for their children

a place to survive.

Instead, there was an army

with guns and words of hate,

and canisters of tear gas 

to choke them as they wait.

Again they see with sorrow,

the world’s an evil place

as they wipe away the tears

from a child’s face.

Yu/stan/kema.