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The Obstacle Of Fear

14 Wednesday Sep 2022

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Love comes softly on angels' wings
And touches my shattered soul. 
I am broken beyond repair 
And grief has taken it's toll.

Where do I go when all is gone
And life has lost all meaning?
Is there a place to release my tears
And express the emotions I'm feeling?

The world can be such a lonely place
For a sensitive soul like mine.
How do you open yourself back up
To hurt and say, "I'm fine?"

The struggle to get up off the floor
Is strenuous year after year. 
How do I try to find hope again
When I have such terrible fear?

-Yu/stan/kema-

Let The Light Shine.

25 Monday Jan 2021

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Shine the light that lies within you

Found on Pinterest on 10-24-16. Thich Nhat Hanh.

Given by a loving God.

Let its rays do the healing.

Let love be a lightning rod.

Let light overcome the darkness.

Let hope grow in every soul.

Let peace come to war-torn travelers,

For God’s grace shall make them whole.

There will be tribulations.

Loss will knock you to the ground.

You must rise to meet the challenge.

Soon, we’ll all be heaven-bound.

Be a part of building bridges.

Reach your hand to one another.

Put your differences aside,

And acknowledge he’s your brother.

Shine God’s light. Shine your light

Even in the darkest night.

Always try to do what’s right.

God’s protection is in sight.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Never Give Up.

25 Tuesday Aug 2020

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Never give up on being hopeful, 

 For the soul needs hope to survive. 

It’s what keeps you ever moving 

When you are treading to stay alive.             

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Never give up on loving another,

Even when love is not returned.

Love takes time to enter the heart

Of a life that’s been horribly ruined.

Never give up believing in God,

When He seems so far away.

It’s when you need Him the most,

You must take time to pray.

Never give up  on finding peace.                                             

You’ll find it waiting inside.

It comes when you reach acceptance

Found on Facebook Timeline on 7-24-17. Country and Farm Photography. Taken by Carolyn Anderson.

And let go of your foolish pride.

The things of this world distract us 

From reaching our highest goals.

We’ll find in silence and nature

A way to nurture our souls.

                        

When a soul is nurtured and peaceful,

It is filled with an endless love;

And it seeks to connect those in need

With a merciful God above.

-Yu/stan/kema-

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                                             

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 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.

 

 

Life’s Journey.

19 Friday Oct 2018

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When I was young and believed in Self,

I was in such excellent health.

I was full of fight and felt alive.

I knew then I could survive.

 

When I was knocked to the ground,

I’d bounce back up for another round.

Positive words would clear my mind,

And courage I could always find.

 

I held strong values deep inside,

Never gave in to foolish pride,

Loved my enemies the best I could,

And did good deeds in the neighborhood.

 

I believed in God and I had hope

That whatever happened, I could cope.

No matter how hard my life could get,

I never kept myself in debt.

 

The losses came, one by one

Until the fight in me was done.

So many losses in a row,

Too many years were full of woe.

 

I could not find God anywhere

And told myself He did not care.

Every step I tried to take,

Only led to more heartache.

 

My friends became invisible,

And I fell in a deep, dark hole.

It took me years to find a way

Out into the light of day.

 

I’d lost my health. I was alone.

My friend left me on my own.

I grew cynical and tough

And finally, I said “enough.”

 

“Enough of feeling victimized,

I need to find a way to rise.”

“I need to build my life again,

Not focus on ‘What might have been.”

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Nature Gives Respite For The Spirit.

03 Sunday Jun 2018

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When I was just a girl of eight,

I stretched out flat upon the ground,

And on my back I saw the world

With a blue sky, heard natural sounds.

 

Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. Days of grace-cherie.

 

I felt my soul fly out of me

And land on top a soft white cloud.

I embraced the universe

And heard an angel laugh out loud.

 

All around me Beauty breathed

And blew sweet hope into my chest.

She wrapped me in serenity, 

And gave me a much-needed rest.

 

The scent of sweet tender leaves

Moved gently through the tall oak trees.

Found on Pinterest on 6-13-16.

The smell of Honeysuckle blooms

Drifted across the morning breeze.

 

I saw one-hundred flowers dance

And lift their faces to the sun.

They smiled and bowed their heads in prayer

And gave thanks to the Holy One.

 

In me there grew such ecstasy.

It blew the storms of life aside.

It gave me respite for a day

And brought back hope that had died.

Yu/stan/kema-

 

I Will Sing Alleluia To My King.

23 Wednesday May 2018

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“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”

 

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I sing so that others know,

Even when the strong winds blow, 

My Faith rests in Him secure,

And I am able to endure,

The darkest night of the soul,

For He alone can make me whole. 

 

“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”

 

Even when my body breaks,

Or my mind makes a mistake;

Or my soul gives up on love;

Or I’m no longer sure of,

Which way I want to go,

I still know He loves me so.

 

“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”

 

I may die alone in life,

Have days full of bitter strife,

Be forgotten by a friend,

 And lose my heart in the end.

Still I’ll know despite it all,

God will know I stood tall:

 

That I tried my very best,

To pass each and every  test.

I tried to love my neighbor well.

I sought to rise each time I fell. 

I gave to those who were in need.

God will see I lived my creed.

 

“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”

 

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

Take A Little Time And Give.

14 Monday May 2018

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Take time to give me hope

in the winter of my life,

and a little bit of love

to get me through this strife.

 

Found on Pinterest on 11-12-17. reiki.reikihealingsecr. Camino al cielo.

Give me a taste of laughter

so I can experience bliss.

Exchange with me some honesty,

for its truth that I miss.

 

Just take me by the hand

when I’m too tired to try,

and help me not give up

when all I do is cry.

 

Just have a little faith

in my ability to be,

all the wondrous things

that you see in me.

 

Take time  to be alone

and say a little prayer,

that God will protect me

and keep me in His care.

 

Please, come along with me

and walk right by my side,

until I enter heaven where

the gates are opened wide.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

Taking A Chance On Love.

27 Friday Apr 2018

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I yearn to follow the yellow brick road.

It’s a bad idea, I know.

It’s fraught with perils and great risk,

But my heart tells me to go.

 

Life is barren without love,

And a soul that doesn’t have hope,

Has nothing left to get up for.

Life’s like a kaleidoscope.

 

Dreams are made before taking the trip,

The heart embraces the day.

Excitement grows when it all seems new,

And you’re anxious to be on your way.

 

This time you’ll find what you’re looking for.

Your hopes are riding high.

You look down the road and plot your course,

And you don’t stop to question why.

 

You believe you have worth

And that chances are good,

That someone will really love you.

We all want to be understood.

 

But when it’s all over,

And you’re hurting again,

You just can’t help thinking

“What might have been.”

 

For it’s hard to regret

All the feelings you’ve shared,

Or the energy spent

Telling someone you cared.

-Yu/stan/kema-