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-
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-
Trees are a lot like people.
We see them every where.
Some are tall and some are small,
And some are very rare.
Trees shelter wildlife from the cold.
Some people give to those in need.
God has a purpose for each thing,
Every embryo and seed.
Trees face the elements alone
And stand tall in the rain.
People learn they must endure
And stand despite their pain.
Trees do reflect life’s changes
In the budding of a leaf,
The growth that comes in living,
And the loss of leaves in grief.
Most people live their whole lives
With changes happening.
They dream of an eternal life
With every coming spring.
Both tree and man show moments
Of beauty and pure grace,
Brilliant leaves and shinning deeds
That no one can erase.
They know when death comes
To trees and mankind,
Renewal is still possible
For those we leave behind.
I often see sweet Sorrow.
She plays hide and seek with me.
Just when I think, that She’s gone,
She reminds me I’m not free.
When the sun is shinning bright
And the blueness of the sky,
Removes all the darkness,
I can still hear Her sigh.
It seems I’m always waiting
For the good to disappear.
I pray that it won’t happen,
But sweet Sorrow draws near.
I’d love to hear my laughter
And the funny songs I’d sing,
But life is full of losses.
Tears are what Sorrow brings.
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.”
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” There are times in our lives when the stress becomes overwhelming, or our souls feel sick when we see corruption, bigotry, and greed in the very institutions that have pledged to serve the people. At other times in our lives, we are stressed when relationships die, we lose a job, or we become seriously ill. At those times, we find ourselves in dire need of peace.
Nature is the best place for me to find peace. The following poem, written by Edna St.Vincent Millay, describes this perfectly.” Yu/stan/kema
AFTERNOON ON A HILL.
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY.
Losing life-time friendships
Is always full of pain.
They take you down a road
That’s called Memory Lane.
You see your past youth
On every living page
In the book of friendship
As you slowly age.
You touch days of laughter,
You quickly savor joy.
You treasure every moment
Spent with your little boy.
You share a moment of magic
With every creative expression.
You’ve learned to accept the loss
That comes with their cessation.
Values, beliefs, and religion
Bound us so tightly.
There wasn’t a moment in time
When we took this lightly.
So many things we learned
By spending time together.
We thought we would be friends
For ever and for ever.
Yet, I am left with a loss,
That has left a huge hole,
In the middle of my chest,
And taken a part of my soul.
There are times in the lives of each of us when a perfect storm occurs which affects our emotional selves. All it takes is a series of losses occurring about the same time, or an accumulation of a life-time of negative events or traumas where another event tips the balance to create a whirlwind of destruction within.
In many instances, the perfect storm comes when we are at our weakest and most vulnerable, physically. It especially occurs when we have spent years being proud of our strength, or we have made it an important part of our value system to be self-sufficient and powerful. We can find ourselves, in the midst of our weaknesses, experiencing helplessness and rage over who we perceive we have become.
Our muscles and bones weaken as the years go by. Chronic illnesses can take away our sense of power, our energy, our resources, and interfere with our abilities to be self-sufficient. They steal from us a part of who we identified ourselves as being. We often see ourselves as shells of who we use to be. Sometimes, in relationships, we experience anger and frustration from others, because we need care and the role reversal can be difficult to come to terms with. Loved ones often deny anything has changed in the relationship, or they refuse to accept reality and fight us when we are struggling to just get through another day.
Perfect storms can happen when losses become overwhelming, and we struggle to keep our feet on the ground while our spiritual and emotional parts inside us are whirling from the violent winds in life. All the things we once relied upon to give us a sense of stability, a sense of rightness have vanished.
Our faith in God can feel shaken to its core, as we struggle with questions that have no answers. We often feel anger toward God whom we believe betrayed us. Platitudes from others, whose lives are going well, do not help. They end up making us feel like a failure. We, at times, feel self-contempt and shame.
Betrayals in relationships can bring forth the worst storms, for they entail vulnerability, remembered joy, broken promises, and loss of hope. We have wounds, deep wounds, which float to the surface and knock us flat on our backs. Pain burns through all layers of our bodies, and our emotional and spiritual selves. Our minds hunger for peace and our hearts search for comfort.
In order to survive the storms of life, we need to see and believe an end will come. Storms build, release, and die down. We also have to hurt bad enough to want to get out of the storm to a place of safety and peace. Something in us must respond in order for us to get beyond the storm. We need to be willing to grab the hand that reaches out to us, and ask for help when we see our strength is not enough.
When the storm is over, we must grieve what is gone, and come to accept the need to build again a new foundation with new skills and tools. We must learn to have more compassion for ourselves as human beings with weaknesses and find a new way to communicate with something bigger than ourselves. Kindness from others will work wonders in us. Developing courage within is necessary for building a future we can look forward to. Most of all, we need to learn to care for ourselves as much as we care for others. It is not easy to survive a perfect storm.
My little dreams float on the water,
Water smooth as sheets of ice.
No one sees them as they linger.
But for me, they will suffice.
Little prayers go up to heaven
Asking for some sweet relief,
From my trials and tribulations,
And the darkness of my grief.
I knock on the doors before me.
They are closed and barred today.
I am growing faint from trying.
No one’s asking me to stay.
I walk the forests and the valleys
Looking for a place to sleep.
I am cold, lost, and lonely,
As the shadows round me creep.
Life is filled with many losses.
I have struggled to find
A little hope to keep me going,
For the years have not been kind.
So I learn to keep on walking,
Putting courage in my soul,
Trying hard to not be bitter
Towards the things that take a toll.
I’m Going Home
I’m going home to see my Father.
Going home to rest my head,
After laying down these burdens,
On His shoulders and His chest.
Going to ask for His forgiveness.
Going to kneel beside His feet.
Going to share with Him my sorrows.
And ask for sweet relief.
I’m going Home to see my Father.
This old world is full of pain.
I’ve had so many losses,
It’s been hard to maintain
My faith and hope in Jesus
As I’ve carried my burdens
Through the pouring rain.
I’ve nothing left to gain.
I know that He is waiting
To lift my burdens down,
To wipe away my tear drops
And put His arms around
My old, broken body
Before He places me
In His lovely Garden
With an eternal spring.