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Nature Revives The Weary Soul.

30 Tuesday Apr 2019

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized

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Beauty all around, child, Flowers dance, hope, Nature revives, Pinterest photo-Veronique-coutie., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., spirituality, Weary soul

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                                             

Veronique-coutie. Found on Pinterest 3-11-16.

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.

 

 

A Child’s Lullaby.

23 Monday Apr 2018

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Angels, Bird songs, child, Facebook timeline photo, flowers, heaven, Holy Spirit, Home:, love, Lovely things, Lullaby., Poetry by Yu/stan/kema., Receptive heart, sleep, Sunlight

Good night, good night, my sweet child,

God’s angels will protect you.

May you greet the morning light,

With flowers kissed with dew.

 

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-16-16.

 

Lift up your rested head, my child,

While birds sing songs of gladness.

God brings lovely things your way

To take away your sadness.

 

Though life can have stormy skies,

It also has bright sunshine

To light up your darkest days.

So, leave your troubles behind.

 

Love will come to you, my child,

When you least expect it.

Just keep a receptive heart

To house the Holy Spirit.

 

For someday soon, God will come

And take you home with Him.

You will fly through sapphire skies,

Hear songs from the Seraphim.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

The Search For Happiness. Part Three.

18 Saturday Jul 2015

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Acceptance from others., child, Listening to feelings, Listening to thoughts., OK to be me., Part Three, Searching for happiness., self-acceptance, Traveling down life's road., What happiness is.

The girl was weary of traveling the road of life. It was hard to keep hope alive. She yearned for the sunshine and the sight of green growing things. She wanted the wind to caress her cheeks and the rain to cleanse the tears from her face. So she kept on walking down the road, one step at a time. Going back was not an option. Not if she wanted to survive and find happiness.

The little girl wanted to feel her emotions, to think her own thoughts, but most of all, she just wanted to be herself and feel the acceptance from others, that it was Ok to be the “real” child  inside. The child who felt pain, sadness, and fear. She was tired of carrying the past alone. She wanted someone to care about her existence. She wanted to know she mattered, that her life had value. Why was it so hard for people to understand  this?

The child walked until she came to a quiet. peaceful place. She sat down in the meadow and started to talk to the flowers. She closed her eyes and smelled deeply the rich green grass. She smiled softly as she heard the different birds call out to one another. The sun beat down upon her with warm, gentle rays. She drifted off and slept.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a woman sitting in the grass a distance from her. The woman was smiling and she was doing the very same thing she was doing. Soon, they were both breathing in the sweet smells and enjoying the beauty around them. The woman got up and sat down again, a little closer to the child. She could see joy in the woman’s  eyes and the laughter in her face. They stared at each other for a very long time.

The woman stood and moved  closer to the small child until she was just an arm’s length away. When the little girl sighed, the woman sighed. When the child’s tears fell, the woman’s tears fell. When the little girl laughed, the woman laughed. It had been a long time since she felt this safe.

After a while, the little girl gave a big sigh of relief, and she came and sat beside the woman. She breathed in the woman’s clean smell, counted the freckles on her face, and sensed the goodness that lived inside the woman’s soul. She could feel the warmth coming from her heart. She could see truth within her eyes. The child could feel the love all around her, bathing her in a golden light. The woman sang songs to the little girl and she told her stories  about her childhood. Soon, the little girl slept feeling safe and serene.

When she opened her eyes, the woman said, “It’s OK for you to be you. It’s Ok to just be you.” The little girl smiled with great delight. She said to herself, ” I have worth. I like myself. Someone likes me. I can feel my pain and cry my tears. I can let the sadness come and go. I can feel my fear and just be scared.”

 “I know the answer,” the little child said. “I know what happiness is. It’s the freedom to be what I choose to be. I’m free to be me. I’m free to be me. It’s sharing and caring for someone else. It’s about me learning to accept myself and others accepting me.” The little girl danced in the flowers and grass and the woman sang a  song. The child felt loved for the very first time. She knew what happiness was.

Yu/stan/kema

Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. Andrea-joki.

Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. Andrea-joki.

What Really Matters To Children.

28 Wednesday Jan 2015

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caring, child, faith in God, Google+ photo., pain

What Matters

Today you learned

that when a child

Is filled with pain,

She needs to know

She’s not alone,

Found on Google+ on 12-28-14.

Found on Google+ on 12-28-14.

That you’ll remain

Close by to help her

Find trust again.

 

You talked with a

 Gentle voice and

Told her she was safe.

You let her know

You cared for her.

She needs a little faith

That God is always 

On her side and

He loves her so.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“DON’T WORRY, I’M GOING TO BE OK.”

15 Thursday Jan 2015

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Poetry, Psychology, Uncategorized

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"I'll be ok.", burden, child, death, hunger, poverty, stranger

I was driving down the street

A week or two ago

And saw a sad-eyed child

Sitting near the drifting snow. 

She had no coat or hat

To keep her body warm.

There was no sign of shelter

To protect her from the storm. 

She tried to bend her body

To huddle from the wind.

Her face was pinched with hunger,

 As she tried to pretend

that she was really waiting

For  another friend. 

 

I rolled down my window

To say a word or two.

I heard her clearly singing.

It was all that she could do 

To control the desperation

On her face that day

When she saw me turn the corner

And slowly drive away. 

I had a premonition,

Despite the words she said,

That this would end up badly

And she could end up dead.

I went back to find her.

I searched for her in vain. 

I went down the alleys

And called out my name.

I tried to remember

The words I heard her say 

As she tried to be brave

That cold, winter day.

 

“I’ve been on my own, now

I’m pretty strong you see.

I’ve been on the streets here

Since I turned three.” 

“I’ll not be a burden

To any one I know.

I’ve got too much pride

To ever let it show.” 

“You don’t need to worry.

I’m going to be OK..

I don’t need nobody

You don’t have to stay.” 

 

I drove by the next morning,

They said she died last night

When the temp dropped to twenty

Beneath  the pale moonlight.

Child -crying-sad-sorry-upset-depressed. Found on words of wisdom on 12-30-14.

Child -crying-sad-sorry-upset-depressed. Found on words of wisdom on 12-30-14.

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Dark Night Of The Soul

13 Saturday Dec 2014

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child, dark night of the soul, no one cared, no one prayed, nobody there, trauma

 

No Body There 

Quote written by C.G. Jung. Found on Pinterest, Nov.23,2014

Nobody there

To hear a plea 

Come from a child

 Who was only three.

 

Nobody there

To stop the pain

Or cover her up

In the pouring rain.

Nobody there

To shovel her free

From the rising dirt

So she could see.

 Nobody there

To give a heave

And remove the dirt

So she could breathe.

 

Nobody cared

To say a word

To save the child

From what occurred.

Nobody dared

Or even cared

To dry her tears

When she was scared.

Nobody gave

A damn that day.

Not a person stopped

To even pray.

– Yu/stan/kema-

Damaging The Heart.

13 Saturday Dec 2014

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child, damage, emotional pain, heart, human dignity, self-respect

Volcano -or- milky-way. Found on Google+ on Oct. 26, 2014.

Volcano -or- milky-way. Found on Google+ on Oct. 26, 2014. By Barbara Hayton.

It’s  Me

It took a half a dozen years

To build the part I call “myself.”

Faith and courage took its toll

To cultivate such little wealth.

You smashed “myself” just yesterday.

Look closely at the bits you see….

Upon the naked ground they lie.

“So what,” you say. ” That’s Part of ME

Why don’t you finish up the job?

Why leave me dead and yet alive?

You’ve tried to break me piece by piece:

There’s nothing left there to survive.

There lies the semblance of pride,

A part of human dignity.

It was the Center of my Soul.

“So what,” you say. It’s All of ME!

     Yu/stan/kema

REFLECTIONS ON CHOICES

06 Saturday Dec 2014

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Poetry, Psychology, quote, spirituality

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child, Choices, darkness, death, evil, faith, fear, God, good, mankind, self-protection

The Choice Between Good and Evil

There was a time
When darkness came
And draped itself
In suffocating folds
Around a trembling soul.
It dimmed the light
And invoked the night
To cover up the need
Of one small child
For a stronger creed.
The darkness sought
To take away
The hope of joy
And love of play,
Of that sweet child
Of long ago
Who wanted love,
But was abused
And lost her faith
In all mankind,
While darkness smiled.

When fear was born
Inside her heart,
She built huge walls
Right from the start
To keep her in
And others out.
Self-protection
Was the key.
She saw what others
Could not see:
Death was knocking
At the door
And she knew she
Had to choose
Between the evil
And the good,
Or she would lose
Whatever she
Was looking for:
A chance to knock
On Heaven’s gate.

Yu/stan/kema

BEAUTY LIGHTS UP THE HEART AND INSPIRES THE SOUL

02 Tuesday Dec 2014

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beauty, child, God, inspiration, love, outdoors, Ralph Waldo Emerson, self-reliant, soul

Guy Schmickle: stock 2567. Nov. 17,14 found on Google+

Guy Schmickle: stock 2567. Nov. 17,14 found on Google+.

BEAUTY LIGHTS UP THE HEART

” I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone…Where vulgar feet have never trod, A spot that is sacred to thought and God…..And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet. ”                     GOODBYE-   Ralph Waldo Emerson 

BEAUTY INSPIRES THE SOUL

The greatest source of comfort and caring that I received as a little girl came from nature. She was both my mother and my friend for I came from a household where the adults were gone most of the time. I learned how to be self-reliant at the age of two.

If I needed warmth, I would go outside on the coldest of days in order to let the sun’s rays heat my body.  My house was cold and dark much of the time. Whenever I needed beauty to sustain me in the darkest moments of my soul, I would sit on the front porch after sundown, and I would gaze for hours at the stars that lit the night. I knew one day one of them would be named after me. He Who was Most Holy and All Loving would do that for me. I never doubted for a moment that He would come through for me. The moon’s glow would magically make beautiful all that fell in its path, even a child like myself. When I needed the touch of soft hands, I would seek the wind during the day. When I was sick, I would lay next to the open window at night in order for the wind to cool my hot cheeks.

I would run up and down the streets as a child searching for trees to hug, grass to tickle my feet, flowers to smell, and insects to study. I would lay in the grass and look up into the endless blue sky and watch clouds shape and chase each other like children playing tag. I would listen to birds by the hour and chase butterflies. This was the only beauty in my life, my only source of joy. There was freedom in the outdoors, and there was life rich for the taking, a well of endless knowledge to drink from. There was strength here as well as compassion. It was in this chapel of trees and flowers that I found evidence of a loving God and I came to know that He did love me.

When I was young and there were no human arms to comfort me, no tender words said to let me know that I was loved, it would have been easy to allow myself to become as cold as ice and as unfeeling as a block of stone. But I was a child and music caused my feet to dance. Beauty moved my heart to soar as eagles do when they fly over majestic mountains. Life flowed within my body. I chose to feel freedom and found a passion in the great outdoors when I danced amid spring flowers and held leaves and acorns in my tiny hands, holding tightly to that which would come to save me  in the end.

Yu/stan/kema

(She Who Stands In The Face Of the Wind)

MEMORIES KEEP THE HEART AND SOUL ALIVE.

29 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., Photos, quote

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child, fried chicken, God, memories, picture quote

                                                Memories

One of the most important gifts I have received from God has been the gift of memory. The gift comes with both good and bad memories. Over time, I have learned that I can train myself to become more mindful of the good, and for a time, put the bad ones in a corner somewhere in my mind until I have the time and resources to deal properly with them. The secret lies in focusing on what can be dealt with today, and putting the others off to a future time when the chances of dealing with them are greater. God gives us the ability to remember, but the catch is both the good and the bad memories occur.  Sometimes, I think it is because He knew we learn valuable lessons from the bad memories which can help us grow emotionally and spiritually as human beings.

The world would be a lonely place without the gift of memory. Certain smells can bring up memories of fried chicken and how good it tasted to a child who was hungry. She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into it. The memory of black diamond watermelon on a hot summer day, ice-cold lemonade sliding down a parched throat, and chocolate chip cookies baking on a cookie sheet make my mouth water even today.

My fondest memories are of my son as a little boy,sleeping peacefully in his bed at night with a ragged doll clutched in his tiny hand as his small mouth curved around a pacifier; standing with his feet apart with the most  mischievous smile on his face as he held one hand on his hip and the other hand pointing his second finger up, communicating to me no-no at the age of four; and hearing him  run out to the garden to see what new blossoms had come in the night for him to see in the morning light. Memories, both good and bad, and yet I am better off having them because of the joy they bring to my life and the lessons I have learned.

Yu/stan/kema

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