I'm sorry that your brother died. I know you carry tears inside. You called him " Brother" all your life. Your sorrow cuts you like a knife. He sheltered you from every harm And had a certain kind of charm. You saw his flaws but loved him so, And it is hard to let him go. I'm sure he's trying to impress God with his own worthiness. He worked hard to build a ranch And acquired a cowboy stance. Now it's time to say good-bye. He's ridden his horse across the sky. He knows he'll see you again And talk with you of now and then. -Yu/stan/kema-
Life is full of joy and sorrow. We never know what comes tomorrow. We make plans with baited breath While pushing back the hands of death. We try to play the hero's part With an arrow in our heart. We gather flowers as we go. The years fly by and bring us woe. The losses come one by one, And we feel our life is done. We are told to carry on And embrace the coming dawn. We feel such emptiness within. We weep for what life might have been. Our hopes and dreams have flown away, And still we're staying one more day. Our courage keeps us living here After losing all that's dear. -Yu/stan/kema-
A little girl with tattered clothes Walked on the bombshelled ground. Tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks. She did not make a sound. Bombs were falling from the sky. Her body shook with fear, And yet she kept on walking. She had lost what she held dear. She saw dead bodies in the street And heard some soldiers laugh. The Russians blew up what they could And took things in their path. She found a place to hide again And packed herself in tight. The cold stones protected her. She slept through the night. The sun came up to welcome her And down the road she went. She found no food or water And her energy was spent. She searched in vain for family The war had ripped away. She knew there was no one Who would ask her to stay. The emptiness she felt inside Was like a giant hole. Her faith in God had disappeared. She feared for her soul. War came to the streets of Kiev. It would not stay the same. Brave men would die and one small child On the streets of Ukraine. -Yu/stan/kema-
History let's us all know That life's events come and go, And they can return again To show us who we might have been. Men are taught to resist The evil that does exist. Good men choose not to hate, And they walk a path that's straight. History helps us to see What an evil man can be When he is filled with hate and greed And acts upon his selfish needs. He conquors others using power And kills hundreds in an hour. He feels, sadly, no remorse And rules others with brute force. History teaches us of truth, Love and hatred in our youth. We have choices we must make And need to learn from our mistakes. What will others learn from us? To seek God's love of righteousness, Or teach others how to hate And leave their souls to cruel fate. -Yu/stan/kema-
A deep darkness comes And covers the earth And slowly removes Traces of my worth. Ghosts from the past rise Up to smother me With negative thoughts Of untold misery. My strength is gone. Hope has taken wing And left behind a Soul that cannot sing. For Life has changed and Rearranged my days. I am left to grieve All the "old ways." The fear of disease Can hold me captive, While I struggle to Become adaptive. -Yu/stan/kema-
A dark-haired child went down to the bank of a clear-running stream to play a small prank. She knew that the fairies came down there to play and she heard them giggle the day away.
She watched as they left a jug full of rum and left-over food. She started to hum.
She ate what was left of the fairies lunch. She cut them some flowers and left them a bunch. Then she hid in a tree til the twilight faded and took a long nap while she patiently waited.
When the moon came out and lit up the ground, the fairies came back and they gathered round. They danced and they sang and they chanted her name: "Little girl, come out. There's no need for shame." "Sing with us, child, and dance here with me." "Your feet will fly, and soon you'll be free." So she danced with them, and sat for a while. They begged her to sing as she gave them a smile. She started to sing with a voice pure and clear. The more she sang, the angels drew near. They asked her to play an old violin. She took it and placed it under her chin. She drew the bow back, and the violin cried. She played and it laughed, and she made it sigh. All who heard it felt reconciled towards God, who said: "Well-done, My child." -Yu/stan/kema-
All that I am and strive to be comes before You on bended knee. I'm broken and spent and I'm empty-handed in a world full of evil where I feel stranded. My heart is heavy for those in pain and for the stressors that seem to remain. It's all I can do to stay on my feet and take a step forward and not feel defeat. So many losses over the years have taken a toll and left me in tears. My faith has been shattered in all I once knew. I became angry and distanced from You. I come to You, God, with my heart in my hands. I'm tired and exhausted. Will You understand? I just want to stand in the warmth of Your light and hear You say: " It will be alright." Just, rock me to sleep by the light of the moon and promise me, please, You'll be coming back soon. -Yu/stan/kema-
The New Year shines ahead of us
And the old year’s gone faster than most.
We hope good days lie before us
And the past will soon be toast.
The old year has taught us lessons.
We’ve survived hardship and pain.
We’ve learned to endure the darkness
And hide our tears in the rain.
We’ve lived through the sting of betrayal.
We’ve faced death by disease day by day.
We’ve grieved the losses we’ve suffered,
And we’ve learned when to walk away.
There is hope in a new tomorrow,
And a chance to make things right.
All we need is to love each other
And seek God’s holy light.
We can learn to trust our neighbor
And give straight from the heart.
We can learn to accept each other’s
Differences from the start.
We need to focus on living
Each moment one by one
And count our many blessings
When each day is done.
Holy is the One who came
To save us from our sins.
God gave to us His greatest gift
To help us make amends.
He sent His Son to die for us
And gave us life eternal.
He helps us deal with obstacles
Because He is paternal.
On Christmas Day we honor Christ
For all He did for us,
And when we give we can
The gifts of blessedness.
I’ve been given many mountains
To climb in my life.
Some have been easy
And some full of strife.
There were mountains I thought
I could not climb,
But I practiced persistence
And climbed them the next time.
There were days I felt strong
And days I felt weak.
Some days I cried hard
And could not speak.
But I kept on climbing.
I could see far below
The obstacles before me
And the way I should go.
I have one more mountain
To climb before death:
To fulfill God’s purpose
Before my last breath.