Monthly Archives: April 2019

Nature Revives The Weary Soul.

30 Tuesday Apr 2019

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When I was just a girl of eight,

I stretched my body on the ground,

And on my back I saw a world

Of beauty and heard Nature’s sounds.

 

I felt my soul fly out of me                                             

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And land on top a fluffy cloud.

I embraced the universe

And heard an angel laugh out loud.

 

All around me beauty breathed

And blew sweet hope inside my breast.

It wrapped me in serenity

And gave me a much-needed rest.

 

The smell of sweet young tender leaves

Moved gently through the tall oak trees.

The scent of honeysuckle blooms

Drifted across the fragrant breeze.

 

I saw one hundred flowers dance

And lift their faces to the sun.

They smiled and bowed their heads to pray

And gave thanks to “the Holy One.”

 

There grew in me such ecstasy.

It blew the storms of life aside.

It gave me respite for a day

And brought back hope that died.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

The Nature Of Love.

26 Friday Apr 2019

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I have fought so many battles

Over all these years.

I’ve come to accept

Some days are filled with tears.

 

For when your kind spirit

Believes there’s good in men,

Despite acts of betrayal,

You don’t give in and sin.

 

The weight of disappointments

Breaks your heart in two.

Even with lots of blessings,

Grief steals a part of you.

 

Love can make you happy.

Giving brings you joy,

Yet it often brings great sorrow

And pain that can destroy.

 

To risk is a gamble,

But if you do not try,

You’ll wonder what you missed,

After your last “good-bye.”

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

How Will History Remember Us?

24 Wednesday Apr 2019

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The sun is setting on our democracy, and we are at a crossroads. We must choose what we want our Nation to represent and how we want our children to live. Will we choose: Freedom or tyranny; Honesty or deception; Love or hate; Generosity or greed; Acceptance or discrimination; Rule of law or chaos; Kindness or cruelty; Goodness or evil; or Creation instead of destruction?

We all play a role in making our Nation a better place to live. We can choose to live in a world full of violence, dirty drinking water, polluted air, recalled food, nuclear war, lack of civility, and selfishness. We can also choose to live in a clean environment, to protect beauty and all living things, to respect and help other people, to choose peace instead of war, to learn to compromise, and to promote kindness and what is good. There cannot be passiveness. All of us will decide how history will remember us and our Nation. We need to choose wisely.

Yu/stan/kema

 

CELEBRATING EASTER.

17 Wednesday Apr 2019

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EVERLASTING LOVE

O Love that holds me steadfast,                           

Even when my will is strong,

Who forgives my sinful past,

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And fills me with His song.                           

 

O Love that raises me from death

And cleanses my soul from sin.

Christ renews my every breath

And leaves His light within.

      -Yu/stan/kema-

Christ Arose From The Dead.

09 Tuesday Apr 2019

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May this Easter fill you with Hope and Joy.
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REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL

Jesus, Our Savior, came to earth,

And blessed us with His humble birth.  

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Born in a stable, not built for a King,

He took his first breath, heard angels sing.

Cows and the lambs laid down in the straw,

To give great homage to, the Greatest Of All.

When Jesus reached His boyhood  years,

Broken bird wings brought forth tears.

His eyes filled with compassion and care.

He healed broken hearts in deep despair.

Joseph and He made things out of wood.

He loved His mother and felt understood.

Years passed and Christ knew there was more

That God wanted His life to stand for.

He humbled Himself, was baptized by John;

God gave Him a mission the very next dawn:

“Heal the sick, the disabled, and dying;

Give rest to the weary; Help those who are crying.”

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The Mouse Who Loved.

06 Saturday Apr 2019

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There once lived a mouse

Who looked like a rat,

Had a sunny disposition,

And he wore a jaunty hat.

 

He would leave his house,                                     

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In the middle of the night,

Looking for some cheese

That smelled just right.

 

He wanted to impress

The mouse he adored,

So he looked for food 

He thought he could afford.

 

He wanted her to see

He was worth much more

Than the lazy gray mice

Who lived next door.

 

He looked in the Deli

And a French Café.

He smelled a great aroma

That was blowing his way.

 

He bought a chunk of cheese

And he put it in his pants.

He knocked on her door,

And he asked her to dance.

 

They danced in the street

And  they bent and swayed.

He asked her to wed him,

And he was not afraid.

 

She told him she loved him

And said she’d be his wife.

They married the next day

And lived a happy life.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems That Touch the Heart #1: ” How Do I Love Thee.”

01 Monday Apr 2019

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” There are poems I have read that seem timeless. They speak over the years to the human heart in ways that are special. They enter the heart and take residence and every time you read them, they resonate in the soul like music. We come to recognize they have the ability to move us to a higher place…a spiritual plane. This poem written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning is such a poem. It describes love, passion, connection, felt in every moral fiber of one’s being.  It’s beauty can bring one to tears as well as give comfort. Please take time to enjoy the poem below.”     Yu/stan/kema

 

How Do I Love Thee?

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely as they turn from Praise.

 

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!– and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING