All the Time & Everywhere – Poem

lost found searching

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You don’t just find Him in Love, although

Many people like to think you do…

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His Love & His Peace break through our Hate

You find Him in joys, but more in despairs

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You find Him in dry spells. You find Him in rain

You find Him at night and during the day

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He is all the time. God is everywhere…

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Yet, here is the most beautiful thing

About finding Him…

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When you cannot find – you can’t even search

Your heart is too tired and too weak to care

He will find you…

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Wherever you’re at…

In sadness, in pain,

In the storm, in the rain

He is there…

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All the time & everywhere.

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Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)

My Life’s Long Enough – Poem

time-man trapped

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When my time comes (to die)

I want to die with a smile

I want to die young (at heart)

As late in life as I can

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Throughout my days on this Earth

I want to share life & give

I want to live my life fully

And like I know why I live

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I want the people to say

That I was honest & fair

& that I loved from His heart

& that my life’s truly art

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When you say, ‘life is too short’

It just becomes my pet peeve

And when I hear you repeat it

My peace & joy seem to leave

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To me, it’s like hearing this:

Most High does not have a clue

He gives us big jobs to do

And yet, His days are too few

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Not me! My life is enough

To do what I’m made to do

It’s in the setting of goals, in love

And then, in following through

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Oh Yes, I have to agree

Life’s surely too short to fight

Too short to hold on to grudges,

Or to be dead while alive…

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Yet still, your words have the power

Power to add or abort

And by repeating this phrase so much

You might be cutting yours short

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I’d like to lock this advice

Within your heart & your mind,

But I’ve no PIN access code

Just PIN this life-giving quote

Stop fearing death (poem)

 

Everybody dies someday

“How?” is the question, not “When?”

To Live Well & to Die Well

Should be the goal here. Amen.

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Happy New Year!!!

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Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)

Peace, Love & Poetry – Merry Christmas…

Grandma & I
Grandma’s Cake
Sis & I
Hubby & I

I’ve been relaxing with family ☺️ (in between dramas 😠) while preparing for Christmas which, in Poland, starts tomorrow with a rather fancy dinner called “Wigilia”. We’ve just celebrated my grandma’s 80th birthday & I’m so grateful for being able to share these  special moments with the people I love. I hope you are surrounded by warmth, kindness and loved ones in this wonderful season & that it truly is a jolly season for you.

Reflection time:

In the beginning, I thought I’d start a blog to share & to inspire others, but truly… I’ve been so inspired, challenged and enlightened by your words! I really feel like reading your expressions enriched not only my blogging experience, but my world altogether. Thank you for your labor of love and for your support of mine. 

On that note, this is the season of giving & I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to give you a little Christmas gift!  With no further ado, I want to encourage you to get your free e-copy of my book “Do Lend Me Your Ears.”

Alternatively, if you prefer to be the giver 🙂 click right here to see how you can support a worthy cause with my book.

I’ve got to run as I still have a few more gifts to get before Wigilia. Yet, once again, thank You so much for being here and for sharing your precious thoughts & time with me.

Stay inspired & inspiring,

Merry Christmas ♥♥♥

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Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)

There She Goes Away – Poem

doubt, fear

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Here she comes again…

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And she takes my peace away

Then, she steals my energy

She says it’s too late for my life to change!

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Here she comes again…

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And I run, so much faster than I should,

Or freeze disabled by ‘I wish I could’

Unable to hear – unable to see…

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Here she comes again…

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She is the cunning first cousin of fear

She’s so slick. Oh yes, she is & her goal is clear

She wants to destroy my faith

When my victory’s near

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So I doubt…

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Still I know

If I follow her advice

I… will pay the price

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If it’s right it is Him

If it’s not it is me

If it’s done it is we…

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So, I shout:

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Father! This is the first time when it really counts!

I don’t want to make mistakes

I am so scared I could fail!

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Suddenly, I realize…

Whatever He’s promised before

He has always done…

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So I pray…

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I know He remembers me. I know my Redeemer lives!

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There’s no time to rush

There’s no time to wait

There’s no time to lie to myself

No time to complain

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Hence, I say:

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It will be okay, again. I know who I am!

These words paint my future

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There she goes away…

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Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)

Quick! Before the Drama Blooms! Poem

Drama Trap Pic Final

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They have seen too many fights

Teary days & weary nights

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Respect, trust,

Communication

Seem like ancient arts

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Instead, there are…

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Fast flying arrows

By a rebellious Cupid

And mean accusations

Some way beyond stupid

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Whenever she wins a battle

She knows she has lost

When she opens her mouth

Her heart becomes closed

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She can’t hear his heart

He’s convinced he’s right

Every common goal forgotten

Overshadowed by pride

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What are we doing?

Why do we fight?

Where are we going?

Where is the light?!

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If there was a drama trap

She’d buy it – whatever the price

She would lay them all around them

Like the ones used to catch mice

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If there was a drama spray

He’d spray it all over their rooms

He would spray before it comes

Quick! Before the drama blooms!

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Yet, there sure is such a trap

Yes! There sure is such a spray

They remember the old battles

They decide to kneel & pray…

♥

Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)

The Coffee Shop Land – Poem

Coffe Shop Land

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There is joy, in the Coffee Shop Land –
Along beautiful streets, paved with gold, and
Homes vibrantly colorful & graciously white.
There is joy in the coffee shop land!

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All the while,

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Behind mighty gates, worth as much as our house,
Smiles are taken off like coats, and hanged…
There is pain… everywhere…
There is pain, in the Coffee Shop Land.

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Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)

I saw the gods – poem

death crowned

I saw the gods

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Fighting each other

Like little old boys

Playing with words &

Playing with bombs

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I saw the gods

The old & the young

Simpletons & fools

The proud & the Proud

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I saw the gods

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Claiming the power

Over life & death

I saw the gods &

I saw them scared

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I saw evil queens

I saw sluggish kings

Greedy advisers & their royal rings

Aided by strong winds

& powerful wings

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They seemed far away

Yet, I was concerned

I knew that our world

Was connected to theirs

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I saw the gods

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Yes, Attention Paid

I saw the gods

I prayed & I prayed…

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Then, I saw my God

He said I was blessed

Yes, He said I mustn’t be

Fearful nor depressed.

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Monika Ribeiro (writer/poet)