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~A Grace From Heaven.~
That July 7 2007 was supposed to be my Birthday
But it turned out to be a tragic sinister day.
That same moment my son was supposed to come in a joyful way
But it turned out to be a devastation day.
What was supposed to be our celebration day
turned out to be our darkest Friday.
What was supposed to be an unforgettable day
turned out to be a wishful forgettable Tuesday.
What was supposed to be our family reunion day
turned out to be the birth of a hideous cancerous malady
that destroyed all of my sons upcoming healthy days.
That Monday instead became a wounded bleeding today
having to listen to what the doctor had to say.
It turned out to be 5 months chemo therapy of shadowy days.
Grace From Heaven
My sons soul awakened his spirit one night on his hospital bed
sleeping felt a hand pat on his shoulders
heard a voice,my son you will not die have faith
your soul will awaken and you will be cured.
Today 5 Years Later
Mother & son are miraculously extremely happy
out of the hospital he was flying away
no more chemo therapy & cancer out of his way.
Celebrating my sons healing soul will last Today
Tomorrow And All His Upcoming Days.
Thank You Lord.
Contest for PD......A Grace Sent From Heaven. (Win No.7)
You came into my life, why? I didn’t invite you, I never wanted you around, you
know this , but you will not leave, you don’t know how much I hate you, and yet I
don’t hate anyone or anything. When you hate, to me, it is the same as killing. If I
only knew how to kill you ……. It would have been done many times over. I awake
every morning and there you are, ready to make my life miserable, the one thing
you enjoy most in your life. Wherever I go, you follow bringing your misery into my
life. Why cant you just leave and leave me in peace? I fight with you every day, and
it hurts so much, so much it hurts to fight with anyone, even you. There is one
way and only one way to rid you of me. I think of this often, but then where would I
be? I would not be, because you are part of me, your name is bi-polar. Handed
down from my father and from his father, and from me to my son, but he refuses
to recognize you, so he fights you without help he could get. If he would only say I
know who you are. I hurt for him everyday, and then I pray.
Oh God please forgive me for what I have brought upon my son. Son, I love you,
and am so sorry for what you go through. Maybe someday we will talk again. Dad
~A Son Asked~
How can i give when i have nothing?
Because nobody has nothing you have
everything but did not know
you had everything.
How will i know if i am in love?
Everything you do is richer and
fuller when love is there only when
you fall in love when you desire with
passion when you miss the flame in
her eyes when you envy the ground
she walks on when you leave her and
regret doing so when your dream is
all about her wanting her to be next to
you now this moment this second that
is called a dream come true! Love.
Is living a dream?
Only when you wake up in the morning
full of love stay in love the whole day
no matter what look at the twilight
smelling the perfume from your balcony
having a reason to get dressed to go out
full of happiness energy plan an aim
with a goal & success this is when you
start living it becomes a dream come
Is forgiving a dream?
Only when you regret if anybody was hurt
if you stop judging & being resentful and
you can sleep at night with no remorse it
becomes a beautiful dream come true.
Is being human a dream?
Only when you will feel other peoples pain
when you will open your heart and even
shed a tear that is being human it becomes
a dream come.
Is sharing a dream?
Only when you start sharing even a piece
of bread give unconditionally listen to the
voice & respond feel the beating of a heart
be everywhere it becomes a dream.
Is friendship a dream?
Only when you become friends for
life it becomes a dream come true.
Is being compassionate a dream?
Only when you love life when you
feel you can climb on top of the
mountain and envy the beyond
& feel compassionate it becomes
Is being intelligent a dream?
Only when you use your brain towards
the right directions right decisions
be patient tolerant accept change
when needed proud of who you are
persistent succeed over the years it
will become a dream come true.
Is having a mother a dream?
I can only think about this reply:
Since birth until the end a mother
is the shadow of each child its an
everlasting love this is a dream
How will you know if you are a writer:
Only when you never stop writing.
Contest for PD About inspirational poems. 6/3/2013
Win as Honorable Mention.
My Son Kidnapped
My story is thee only one I needed to write
one year In captivity underground me and my son
days passed by we were prevented of food & water
bombardments outside were heard, suddenly a militia ran towards my son kidnapped him to be killed running after him screaming his name I knelt to pray
Oh my God without him I will die show him the way to come back
sleeping on the floor one night I heard him call my name I knew he came
we held each other tight our tears had no end.
…What he found told that they each live lives which revolve around an ever deepening sense of a mother’s regret;
… a weighted loneliness, held only by the truly broken of heart that surrender to their own pain.
This was a pain obviously based on guilt; with enough for him to realize, - could’ve led her young mind to find comfort in his presented destiny…
“…but at what price?” he asked out loud!
Edifyingly, the few times she spoke of the adoption, in her voice there always maintained a high level of doubting inflection.
This was a conscience still ensconced at the summit of its grief; there would never be a fulfillment of her self-sacrificing penance.
That was the way her life ended…
In stark, contrasting analogy of her coercion, – was that he too, has since found himself on same like hilltop.
This place was real, in overlook and earth.
One that evokes true ironies, where metaphors in life’s journey’s reflections do view from both sides …,
but sometimes, - these stop you cold!
His person just stood there mesmerized, while staring at this lonely snow fence, still dripping after a late summer storm's rain.
Upon fleeting touch, he back away when felt was the wet of sorrow’s myriad of shed tears; … he would soon feel the stinging salinity of his own!
It then occurred, and not by volition, an eerie loosing of these forlorn and mystic cries;
a sounding that had instantly chilled the autumn air.
These were the conjured bring from tailing empty winds that rush thru and by a fence’s waiting pickets...
…In this field of view were the unknown mothers of different circumstance;
each knowing what he had heard only all too well.
They were his gone but stalwart Praetorian Guard, only long gleaned of any shown emotion…
And now, through his welling eyes, a vision became this phalanx of weathered but now endeared souls,
- yet still howling for the cold, cold company charged to their every winter’s keep.
His tears now began to fall – and follow…
You re-house Machiavelli’s soul in your foul frame
That soul great guides your head and heart;
Not what you learnt from the kitabs
Beacon to you is Lucifer’s own light.
With verisimilitude unseen,
With finesse unthought of,
You pose as a Judhishtir.
But Dharmaputra, I know you
Engineer mischief meanest.
You are the mid-husband of
Old rustic plot,
Vile stinking villain
You know not- unhiegynically you rot.
The Omnescient One,
The Alpha and The Omega.
Almighty, Powerful, Unfathomable Love.
The Head of The Holy Trinity.
Jesus, The Son,
Son of God, Son of Man,
Savior and Friend.
The Lamb of God is He.
The Light and the Essence,
Of God The Father, Himself.
Seeker of Souls,
Sent to comfort you and me.
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
There's three in one, you see,
And we are created in His image,
So again there's one in three.
Body, Soul and Spirit too,
Again there's three in one.
He said,"We'll make him in Our own image,
And to teach him I'll send My Son."
"I AM THE 'A' AND THE 'Z' , THE BEGINNING AND THE END OF ALL THINGS, SAYS GOD, WHO IS THE LORD. THE ALL POWERFUL ONE WHO IS AND WAS AND IS COMING AGAIN."
"ONE DAY AFTER THE CROWDS HAD BEEN BEEN BAPTIZED JESUS, HIMSELF WAS BAPTIZED AND AS HE WAS PRAYING THE HEAVENS OPENED AND THE HOLY SPIRIT IN THE FORM OF A DOVE SETTLED UPON HIM AND A VOICE FROM HEAVEN SAID,'YOU ARE MY BELOVED SON IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED."
The Son burst upon my days
taking away the mist and haze
of times less bright.
Now my spirits climb
with anticipation of all tomorrows.
Empty spaces now fill
as my heart stands still.
Lungs aftaid to breathe
in this illumination.
My heart does feed.
Words no longer on deaf ears fall.
The Son makes translucent my wall.
As day ends and night begins
a velvet warmth now sets in
and tomorrow holds the promise
of sun filled days.
I wrote this poem in 2003
When men were more primal, they were suspicious of all outside their clan,
they would band together for survival, still today suspecting won't give way and
lives in the heart of each, and every man. It goes by the name of indifference, the
demon that breeds with hate. Now there's been a revival, but all men are still
tribal, a victim of our fate. We all must fight this demon, for it is our very souls we
have at stake.
I never considered myself racist, because I did not hate. but I did not love; I did
not feel, and I didn't even think. Men of another color were so little to me. I did not
hate them, I did not loathe them, I just let them be. They were the object of my
indifference, said that demon deep in me; buried too deep to see, the demon that
would not go free.
It is few men that get to look within, at the indifference they have sown. Fewer
men still get the change to kill, that demon in their soul. At the birth of my
grandson Jordan, who was fathered by a race not my own. Love for that child
shined bright through my heart, so that demon in me I could see. The object of
my indifference my grandson could never be. His love I now hold, it fill the hole in
my soul where a demon once lived in me.
MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the
apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the
night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is
also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this
a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the
food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the
packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let
Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he
saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This
Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel
so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not
the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded
into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat
much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For
CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November
twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday
the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright
red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.