Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.- Mother Teresa
Breathless daughter, remember that time soon fades
Challenges arise and hope is not promised
Refuse to listen to the fear who dissuades
Wherever life takes you, desire the calmest,
Still waters flow deep, as the liquid delights
Coloring souls with poems from the psalmist
Beautiful child, listen to heaven’s insights,
When you truly believe, there’s a sense of grace,
Believing is truth that God Himself invites
Time is a shadow that the soul must embrace,
Soon muted by life, it fades into the past,
Listen to soft, gentle wind, blessing the race…
Knowing life shall pass, to its hand we holdfast
Value today for only God’s love will last.
I've always had an aversion to emotions with a negative trait.
Anger doesn't dissipate with age, but I don't fly in to a rage
when I feel the first inkling of frustration. Instead, I contemplate
the source of my anxiety and tell myself, "Just turn the page."
By doing so I segregate the trivial from something with validity.
I prefer trying to work things out over throwing stones of derision
and correct myself with a conscious effort not to act with stupidity.
It usually proves to be that I've made the best possible decision.
I don't enjoy being around anyone who likes to embrace negativity.
They have the propensity to turn sunshine to clouds filled with rain.
It's more my style to wear a smile, with the inclination of proclivity
to find some good in everything without indifference or disdain.
I prefer looking beyond the moment when my wrath begins to rise
and take a moment to prevent a hunger for animosity to be fed.
It's a high road, sans rose-colored glasses, but with benevolent eyes.
I am more tolerant of others, which dissuades me from seeing red.
Dancing through the hearts of those who see
Grace being poured out on the mysteries,
Harvest time, gentling like music, soft and free
Sighing with the wonders of nature’s histories
Clinging to the spirit, laughing like a dream
Filled with hope and promise, leafy caresses
Erasing all the darkness with the breathless scream,
Shattering the doubts with courage that blesses
Imaginative chrysanthemums blazing in the dawn
Remembering the summer with all its treasures
Optimistic gestures from God’s exciting crayon
Coloring between the lines of autumn’s pleasures
Bleeding through the moments, quietly waving
Leaves in every hue, scented with musky splendor
Beautiful beyond describing, autumn is behaving
Revealing all the glory in this season’s sweet surrender
Pouring out, almost as furious as the crashing rain
Lasting through the stirrings of blessings so amazing
When all is said and done, autumn dissuades all pain
Remembering to comfort with its lavish praising
Whimsical wonderings worth writing where we
Often offer our ownership of ornate oratory obligations
Realizing ramifications; radiant ramblings really require responsibility
Decent dialogue diplomatically dissuades division's devastation
Standing strong, subduing slander, speaking sensibly
When I'm Gone
Will you get to know me
When I'm gone
After endings evolve into
New beginnings
When questions cease to arise
What is it about another's presence
That so often dissuades inquiry
What is it about knowing someone
Up to a point that signifies
Satisfies
Nullifies
And indemnifies against loss
Is knowing someone
Dependent on personal experience
Or can a well-defined shadow
Unseable in the sometime harshness of light
Remain spirited beyond yesterday
Perhaps
You'll scour the dim attic sanctum
Discover dusty boxes
Sealed up retrospect
Where passion's shadowlight still ablaze
Has remained unread for so long
I hope you'll get to know me
When I'm gone
For absence is but a convenience
Available to those seeking forgetfulness
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