30 Wednesday Sep 2015
Posted in photo, Poetry, spirituality
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giving to others, God's love, Google+ photo., Jeff Sullivan., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, The gift of love.
I must
Pour forth
The “self”
That lies
Within,
Hidden safe
From all
Who reach
For it.
For they have hungers
Only I can fill.
I am responsible
To God for them.
But fear, and
False security
Has made
“Myself” retreat.
And so, I die
From holding back
The love God puts
Within my heart
To give to them.
Yu/stan/kema.
Found on Google + on 9-24-15. Jeff Sullivan.
28 Friday Aug 2015
Posted in Parent Category, Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality
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Angels, children, Compassion., Giving of the self., God's love, Google+ photo., Maciej Markiewicz., Paying attention., Pinterest picture., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, spirituality, Take time.
ANGELS ARE AROUND US
Found on Pinterest on 3-3-15. Angels among us. Patricia Bratt. Pinned from iamachild.wordpress.com.
It only takes a little time
To ease the ache in someone’s heart.
It only takes a touch or two
When someone’s world is ripped apart.
It takes a gentle soul to know
The words to say that soothes the hurt
Felt deep within a wounded child
When others laugh and they are curt.
It only takes a moment now
To bow the head and say a prayer,
“Jesus keep her safe from harm
And show her love is everywhere.”
It takes a second in your day
To give a smile and say hello.
A child will show you gratitude
And she will change more than you know.
I saw this for myself today
When someone gave what she could give
To a small child who’d lost her way.
She gave her skills so she could live.
It was done with a kind heart
And gently so that few could see
She was intent to give God’s love
To a small child and set her free.
Yu/stan/kema
Found on Google + on 5-1-15. Maciej Markiewicz. Rainy day in Schwarzwaldo..
23 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality
Found on Pinterest on 7-20-15. Forgive yourself…..Positive Quotes.com on Betrayal.
Child of the day time
Where do you hide
When you feel fear
And you’re hurting inside?
Are you tired of wearing
The mask that others see?
Do you want acceptance
Being the “real me?”
What do you do
When you can’t get out?
And your mind is filled
With the seeds of doubt?
Who do you go to
When you’re filled with grief?
Who is there to cling to
When you need relief?
Do you often pray
To the God above
To cover your heart
With His great Love?
One of these days
When you least expect
You’ll meet someone
Who won’t reject
The little girl who
Lives in you.
Yu/stan/kema
08 Friday May 2015
Posted in photo, Poetry, Psychology, quote
Tags
a mother's love, children in need, curiano.com, Every person is a puzzle piece., God's love, God's plan, Google picture quote, poetry of Yu/stan/ kema
I had a dream the other night
That God sat on His throne.
He bent His head and spoke to me
With such a loving tone.
Found on Google+ on 3-4-15. Curiano.com
He said sometimes we just don’t know
The reasons things occur.
But He is able to foresee
The big picture.
I sat by God and saw this child
That struggled to survive.
He seemed so sad and so alone,
Unloved and so deprived.
I saw a hundred other kids
Who had it just as bad.
I saw God wipe away a tear.
He looked so very sad.
Then He spoke about a plan
To make such children smile:
He sent a special woman down
To make their lives worth while.
I was astonished when I saw
The life that she would live.
He gave to her a mother’s love,
The power to forgive.
She gave a lot straight from her heart.
She wiped away their tears.
She guided lives with loving care
Through out their childhood years.
God knew she needed special skills,
A warm and gentle soul.
To mend broken hearts like these
And make the pieces whole.
And so He placed her in their lives
And watched them grow, with pride.
Because He knew she took His love
and placed it inside
Every child she touched with care.
God’s love was passed along
Until His love was multiplied
And it became a song.
Yu/stan/kema
16 Monday Mar 2015
Posted in photo, spirituality
Life is never what you think it’s going to be. There are periods of magical and beautiful days filled with the music of your singing soul. I can attest to the fact that souls do sing and when they do, nothing in this world can match them in beauty. I can hear my soul sing when I feel a unique connection with God. I hear it when I gaze across the room and meet the eyes of a baby I do not know. I smile with a warmth that comes from within and the baby smiles back. We play peek-a-boo for a few minutes and the baby’s face fills with laughter. We share a moment of unbridled joy.
I can feel my soul sing when a little boy, I do not know, sits across from me in a waiting room. He strikes up a conversation with me and I am intrigued by his thoughts, his feelings about his world. I thank him for sharing as we rise to leave.
My soul sings when I read a good book or quotations that touches my heart and I am connected to something bigger than myself. I am able to touch someone else’s thoughts and feelings and often I feel I understand myself more and I understand them..
I feel my heart sing when I sit across the table from an old friend and we are able to discuss values, dreams that we have, and shared beliefs. I read in her eyes the joy of connecting with someone”who you really are” and feeling accepted by them.
I feel my soul sing when I gaze in the eyes of my dogs and I touch them in ways they love. I see the love and appreciation in their eyes.
Found on Google+ on 3-3-15. Jeff Sullivan,
. Sunset-reflection-at-valley-view.
Most of all, I feel my soul sing when I see a beautiful sunset, or gaze in the heart of a flower, or touch the bark of my favorite tree, or hear a cardinal’s bird call fill the air. My eyes fill with tears when I see his blazing red coat fly through the air.
Simple, unexpected gifts that bless my world in unexpected ways from a God I cannot see. Yet I know He is near.
Yu/stan/kema
14 Wednesday Jan 2015
Posted in Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized
A little girl with tangled hair
And eyes full of tears
Hides in the corner
And counts the passing years.
Her face is filled with terror
And her heart skips a beat.
Her stomach hurts with hunger.
There is no food to eat.
Her shoes are worn and tattered.
She has no socks to wear.
Her clothes are torn and dirty
And her scars are laid bare.
She listens for the footsteps
That signal the return
Of a woman filled with hatred
And a face cold and stern.
Her eyes have no emotion.
Her lips are cruel and thin.
She smells of beer and vomit
As the hitting games begin.
Her teeth flash in the darkness.
A laugh escapes her lips,
As the little girl struggles
Between her mother’s hips.
There is no place to run to.
The child can’t get away
And escape this woman
Who stinks of ripe decay.
Her arms are held so tightly.
She hears the whispered words:
“Be still or I will bite you.
Your screams will not be heard.”
The little girl saved herself
The only way she could.
She dug a hole inside herself
Which no one understood.
She crawled inside, locked a gate,
And threw away the key.
She felt no pain or sorrow
And she felt like she was free.
She learned that being free and safe
Could be a prison too,
Avoiding all the good in life,
Was hard for her to do.
To be unseen and be unloved
And miss out on the smiles,
To miss the gentleness of touch
This all makes life worth while.
A little girl with tangled hair
And eyes full of pain
Would like to find the courage
To come out in the rain.
She’d like to learn to trust someone,
Be gentle with her heart,
And value all she is inside
And not tear her apart.
She’d need to know that you
Would never run away
And leave her in the darkness
With the nightmare of that day.
She’d have to know that you aren’t
Afraid to touch her tears
And that you’ll help her find a way
To conquer all her fears.
But most of all she needs to see
You’re not afraid to care
For one small child in need of God
Whose love is everywhere.
Yu/stan/kema-
06 Saturday Dec 2014
Posted in Photos, Poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized
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GOD’s LOVE
Somebody Touched me and made me feel
That the love of Jesus in her was real.
Somebody said the words that sent
Food for my soul’s impoverishment.
Somebody gave me the gift of herself
And showed me the source of her glorious wealth.
Actions spoke louder than words to say
The gift of God’s love had come my way.
Yu/stan/kema
the-godsend-photography-by-christian-wig. Found on Nov.22,14 on Google+. Shared by Dubio Bacino.
REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL 