The Plea of a Gnarled Tree – Poem

woman tree

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. I’ve been thinking about you a lot

You capture attention – mine surely got caught

So, here’s my reaction to your heartfelt plea

The plea of a gnarled and exhausted tree

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This detail won’t stroke your ego

It won’t make too many mentions,

but the road to hell is paved with details,

or is it ‘with good intentions’?

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Never mind…

I know you mean well,

Still, one cannot ‘good-deed’

Their way out of hell…

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Even so…

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In doing good we must leave no stone unturned

Yet, Grace is a Gift which cannot be earned…

This gift is not carved into tablets of stone

We cannot reach peace on our own…

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Bread can be hardened, and yet

You can never turn stone into bread…

The truth’s independent of one’s belief

If you bite into stone, you will break your teeth

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Some say truths are many, but how many are there?

And how can those ‘truths’ contradict one another?

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There is only One… for the old and the youth

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“What makes me think that I’ve met the Truth?”

I am Free Finally – I take that as a proof

There is mercy and grace for those who repent

Even to the gnarled trees that are twisted and bent.

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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.

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…

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!

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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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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OMG, I Love Your Hair!

Beautiful Girl with Beautiful Hair

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OMG! I love your hair!

I hear, yet again

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Question:

Is IT an artistic or political statement?

‘None of the above’, I claim…

Question:

‘Is it really yours?’

‘Yes, I guess. I didn’t pay’

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‘Amazing! Great!’

‘Although,’ (me again)

‘I can’t keep it when I’m dead.

So, can I really say it is mine…?

Yes, I guess, but no – it’s not…’

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Here, a pause… It’s followed by

An awkward & ironic smile.

Uncomfortable silence falls

Until… another passes by…

Right now, she hears – “Rapunzel, Wow!”

‘What a queen indeed. Your hair is so fly.’

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‘Yes, I know…’ I hear her say…

With every tooth on full display

The Hair Show must go on, with another muse…

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Oh, Lord – don’t let me be misunderstood,

You’ve blessed me indeed with long and thick hair

Even in those places where hair should be spare.

Yet,

My eyes have seen this amazing crown

Pulled with so much hate amongst pain and lies…

Shaved, in less than a minute, with a primitive razor;

While Love’s eyes compelled mine to pay close attention!

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It seems so unfair that,

She pays two hairdressers every single day

Buying IT from her who’s compelled to sell…

So her child can eat, at least one more day…

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The other one’s hair is the enemy’s nest

She is lacking drinking water; her scalp’s in distress

She is homeless. Yet, on her head, parasites reside

They seek nutrients, in her blood, which they fail to find…

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Still… My eyes enjoy its beauty –

Long, short, slick, locks, natural and wigs

Just,

‘LOVE’ sounds like an overstatement,

‘LIKE’ meets the expression’s needs.

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Human Disasters

Lit Candles

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What happened to you makes no sense, it makes me cry

This shouldn’t have happened – you did not have to die…

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What happened to you makes you mad, it makes you cry

Children thrown out of windows? Why? They cannot fly …

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Why?

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There’s not enough water – London towers rise so high

There’s not enough help! There’s not enough time!!!

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This is not a house of cards, but it surely burns like one

This fire caused even more pain than their knives had done

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This is not a house of cards – there are lives inside

Real people like you & I – they shouldn’t have died

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I’m praying for you if you have survived… You’ll rise…

And for you who’ve lost your loved one or many loved ones

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I’m praying that those in power do all in their power

To prevent human disasters in another London tower.

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Tribute to Grenfell Tower victims & their loved ones ♥♥♥

One Must Do what One Can

Boy Afghanistan

ONE needs to pray, and do what ONE can

Day after day – ONE step at a time…

Too many sorrowful tongues fall upon too many deaf ears

Too many listen to voices designed for war and not peace…

Too many eyes stay widely shut, too few remain wide open

Too many dreams, too many lives have now been killed & aborted.

Too many painful words too many people are speaking

In too many broken homes too many children are living,

Too many do not even try because it takes ‘too much’ to make it

Rather than learn from the best – they stay busy envying & hating…

Is it far more tragic that too many die?

…Or that far too many do not have a life?

How many answers can one receive when so many questions arise?

Too many pages provide for so many – waaay too many whys…

Figuring out too many things consumes too many years;

Fixing one’s gaze on too many ‘too manys’

Creates too many tears & fears…😢

There sure seem to be too many truths, yet

Worth mentioning is the following one:

ONE needs to pray, and do what ONE can

Day after day – ONE step at a time… 🙂

Finding God

lost found searching

You don’t just find God in Love, although

So many people like to think you do…

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You find His Love break through our hate

You find him in joys, but more in despairs

.

You find him in pain and in rain

You find him at night and during the day

.

He is all the time. God is everywhere…

.

Yet, here is the most beautiful thing

About finding Him…

.

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.