Where are you growing to? – Poem

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“You are rising too fast

You are aiming too high…

Courage is foolish –

Brave people die!”

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‘Where are you growing to?’

‘Why such a rush? They’ll implore

‘It’s just your pride…’ They will add…

‘We don’t believe you should take the floor!’

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Yes, one should challenge oneself

And one must question their thoughts…

Not to succumb to misleading voices

or misdirection of untamable wants…

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Where are we growing to?

Are we growing at all?

Are we rising to greatness?

Or preparing to fall?

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Reaching out to heavens,

Or in the other direction?

Are our minds filled with ego?

Or with divine perception?

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If you’re growing the right way

There is no need to explain…

Critics won’t go away

They will forever remain…

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So, keep on growing to where

You were created to grow…

Don’t let the skeptics define you

Enticing your mind to stay small

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So… what about you?

Where are you growing to?

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Our days are numbered you see

We have limited minutes and hours

After the danger of spring frost is past –

Have courage to bloom… like Sunflowers!

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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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See You in Tomorrow.

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I admit. I have made so many mistakes

I have twisted my life with my twisted ways

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I did things before they should have been done

I run when I should have sat. I sat when I should have run.

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There’s no way to turn back the hands of time

What is done already cannot be undone…

Till it can.

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So, stop dragging me through yesterdays

The damage is done, but I’m not done yet

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It is not too late – these are only delays

Did I tell you I knew the Maker of Days?

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You too need to focus on how far you have come

And stop crying about how far you must go, so…

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If you don’t plan to carry on – stay out of my way

Your fears have been slowly poisoning my faith!

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There’s too much at stake. l must walk away…

Doubts can only take us back to our yesterday

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See You in Tomorrow.

I Pray that I Meet You There.

Mother’s Secrets – Poem

'Mother's Secrets' by Adam PodleckiToday, people in the UK celebrate the strength of a mother. We appreciate how sacrificial, powerful, and instrumental she is in our lives…

Yet, this poem approaches motherhood from a slightly different angle. This is a piece about her strength, but it is about her humanity as well. 

It culminates in the revelation of the Source of that strength which we love to celebrate & admire.

Happy Mother’s Day!

MOTHER’S SECRETS

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Many times, mama must say ‘no’ to her child

Although “yes” is pressing to escape her mind

Yet, at times mama must say ‘yes’ even though

She would feel less pain if she could say ‘no’…

 

Yes, at times, mama must reveal her anger

For true peace to begin and for chaos to cease

Yet, most times, mama needs to remain silent,

So she can be heard and so she can hear…

 

Many times, mama has to wait for her child,

Even though that child is already late… Then,

Sometimes mama needs to push rather hard,

So late consequences don’t have final say…

 

There are times mama needs to die for her child,

So the fruit of her love can survive and thrive. Yet,

Sometimes mama needs to first save her own life,

So she’s there, full of strength to keep baby alive…

 

Sometimes,

Being a mother seems more difficult than…

It seems sometimes…

 

A true mother must be brave and selfless

Must be assertive, yet kind at the same time

She must be strong, beautiful, loving…

Responsible, present and caring…, but I…

 

Sometimes, I was selfish and not very sane –

None of which is surely a good mother’s way…

Sometimes, it seems  like I don’t have what it takes

Which I don’t anyway – surely not in myself

 

But then, He comes with His Motherliness…

Surrounding me, overwhelming with help

And I keep pressing on, and again, I excel…

Although yet again, sometimes seem to fail

 

Truly, a mother cannot be a good mother,

Without much of Him within much of her

 

I… don’t qualify for your idol, baby…

Yet…, allow me…

I’ll show you where your faith should rest

 

I do not want you to be my clone, little girl

In Him…, In Him… you must be yourself…

In Him, in His time, In His way, little boy

 Walking better, and further I could ever walk.

‘Why?!’

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Oh, you love me so much 🙂

No? you love me no more? 🙁

Search for me all the time 🙂

No, you don’t. Now, you’re gone! 🙁

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Why, oh why?

Did I hurt your heart?

Did I make you cry…?

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I believed you needed what I had to give

You were on my side – forever in my team…

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Did I give you too little?

Did I give you too much?

Was I being too silly?

Was I being too smart?

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Was I being too proud?

Maybe I was too meek???

Was I too strong, or too weak??

Too bitter…?? Too sweet???

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Was I too intense?!

Did I bore your mind?!

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Is it about my tears? Is it about my laughter?!

Is it about ‘me before’? Is it about ‘me after’?!

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Is it about my nose? Is it about my lips?

Is it about my arms? Is it about my hips?

Speak!!! Why don’t you speak?!?

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Or Maybe…

It’s neither about what I am, nor about what I do…

Maybe it’s not about me at all – maybe it’s all about you.

Are you scared of “no”? Frightened of “not now!?”

Must the answer be “yes” every single time…?

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You ask:

How many more days will I have to wait?

Why this long delay??!

The time’s not even “Now!” right now –

The time’s Yesterday!

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Yet, when asked for help –

You begin to wail in Sorrow

It’s too early – not today!

The Time is Tomorrow.

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Are you too strong, or too weak???

Too proud or too ‘meek’?

Are you…? Will you speak???

Your silence hurts…

Yet, it helps my freedom search

I begin to care less for whether you care…

Though,

If I hurt you somehow –

I would like to know…

Let me see through your eyes

Let me into your soul.