What happens when a tree falls
Whats beneath its surface
A lifetime of unearthedness
released, unleashed
Is it a loss or a gain
life is so peculiar
both could easily be explained
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Fallen
Feelings
who am I to think I’m more special than a tree
disappointed because no one notices me
who am I to think they should care how I feel
it’s my fault that I haven’t learned how to deal
by now I should have become like steel
this is a cold cold world
now that’s real
Praying Her Soul Still
Won’t you rest with me
In sunrise of beauty
She starts rushing around
Just can’t sit and be
Jesus foresaw it
With love his story
Of too much Martha
Not enough of Mary
Life out of balance
No time of Divine
Feeding of soul
Of nourishment fine
An offer, beloved
Desire to fulfill
Oh Spirit descend
To pray her soul still
I Love Musicians: Ben Harper
I LOVE MUSICIANS! They are heroes unaware. Pulling you out of darkness when it seems no one else is there. Thank you for your messages and all that you do💯Your light is so bright, it shines through…
(Hallelujah)
I Love Musicians: Michael Kiwanuka
I LOVE MUSICIANS! Their lyrics and melodies help you through the storms….The tides recede giving you the strength to carry on. Thank you for your messages and all that you do💯Your light is beautifully bright, it shines through….
(Love and Hate)
“LET THERE BE LIGHT”
LET THERE BE LIGHT
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
RISE UP WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT
COMMAND POWER BY THE DAY AND BY THE NIGHT
TAKE HOLD OF YOUR MIND
GRIP IT TIGHT TIGHT TIGHT
ANNIHILATE YOUR PLIGHT
OPEN YOUR EYES
REGAIN YOUR SIGHT
“Looking To Give”
I got up thinking of Mother Teresa for some reason. I won’t pretend to be a historian or act as if I know much about her life, because I don’t. I read about her in 2010 during a Saturday morning Borders visit, where I would go to see what was new in Time, Life, or National Geographic. Like a child, I appreciate pictures and color (smile). So I was scanning a Time and came across an article tributed to Mother Teresa. I read stories describing her compassion, passion, bravery, Love, humility, sacrifice, and honor. I fell in love and was instantly her fan.
The article explained how she visited the poorest communities to offer her service, how she visited the sickest of the sick to lend her hand, shoulder, or whatever was needed. Then I read the story of the bull. It was said that a wild bull was terrorizing a village, and when Mother Teresa visited the village, she faced the red eyed creature head on causing it to back down. After reading that, I wanted to be like her, faithful and fearless in the face of danger, always looking for ways to help those in need. I’ve heard that some criticize her deeds, but there always seems to be someone looking to dim the Light of others. I’m glad I was given opportunity to read the article. As a result, I house her remembrance as an “Extraordinary Devoted Servant of Goodwill For The Sake of Others.” I am forever thankful for the “Mother Teresas” of the world, “looking to give,” who make life’s delicate design seem more meaningful and easier to live…
