Governs all with His grace
Gentles fears with His guard
Gilds our lives with giggles
Gathers prayers with love
Grips us safe when falling
Grants knowledge for best lives
Glorious is His love
I proclaim the Goodness of God so all can hear
he met me in my darkest hour and always stays near
I listen for his sweet small voice
as I make choice after choice
and he is helping me piece my life back together
after it was shattered and storms I weathered
I know his strength and love because he met me
in the dark pain where I could not see
a future at all without my son
he smothered me in love and I won
the ability to see my future in Heaven
and Blessed peace was given
A joyous day, a sunny day,
This will never go away.
Of us forever now a part,
Staying always in our heart.
In our mind’s eye natural high,
Sitting there now by and by.
Love and goodness right here, tangible.
Love and beauty with us, visible.
Children dancing, people smiling,
Dancing to an upbeat rhythm.
Glimpse of heaven, bliss unfolding,
Feel that we are in a hymn.
I hear them say,
is the glass half empty?
But is it really?
I find the glass to be half full,
full of goodness for all.
The glass half empty people,
seem to be negative.
The glass half full people
seem to be positive.
Which one are you?
Two squirrels broke into my kitchen and
found my mixing bowl~
a sweet, forbidden lake.
They dove right in with greedy paws
to sample what I was about to bake.
They slurped the batter, paw by paw,
till neither felt awake;
they wobbled, woozy, sugar-drunk
moaning, “We have a huge tummy ache.”
And when I checked my kitchen next,
I sighed, “Oh, for goodness’ sake!
Two many squirrels, with sticky tails,
had truly spoiled my cake.”
To know you from the inside
To feel that which you feel
Will give me all your wisdom
And make my passion real.
I'll put myself in places
Where you have been, and still,
I look at all the traces
Of where you've been.
I will Internalize your goodness
And make it part of me;
Your every thought and mood is
My own, and mine will be -
Your talent, inspiration,
The life that you have known -
Thought and imagination
And beauty that you've shown -
Will live within my heart, and
Lead me into the light -
Chash barriers apart and
Merge into day - and night -
The beauty of your spirit,
Your tenderness of heart -
Be mine, and have no fear of
The mind that falls apart
Before your precious splendor
And elegance and warmth -
Who loves? Who will surrender
And tap into its force?
Who will reach into clouds?
Who will the truth impart?
Who'll bless or shout out loud
Or climb into my heart?
I seek the truth and wisdom
And knowing what I've heard
I'll feel you from the inside
And in it find the world.
I rejoice where peace is sacred to tease;
Where people draw lots to prove I'm insane...
To beat countless weep into sleep at ease
Without mastery of such acts deep down brain.
I rejoice nonstop...
Praise wriggles every sweat's drop
Till my voice can't pop.
I rejoice where reasoning is far a cure;
Where insanity peeps gut to be gone...
To keep off every thought which seems obscure,
Contemplating of how easier than done.
I rejoice undone...
Praise hails Almighty off fun,
Till my thoughts be gone.
I wish Wems a good day for this new age,
With pleasure well placed out of clock's hands rage...
Counting down seconds each time,
Cum minutes-hours till prime
Dates months of seasons in-out of life's gauge.
Be happy my good friends,
How time of season comes;
Past years- how each blends-
Today's wishes... for joy drums...
With soulful eyes he confessed love
in a meadow where the foxglove
grows abundantly and speaks of
endless serenity and bliss~
even though he was flat-footed,
his fair-lady was confuted*
and noble Cupid’s reputed
arrow did miss!
* proven to be false
Two sacrificial doves, of one shared love,
though it shall never, by works, be enough.
May we wager though, to do much good,
yet remain of humble heart, as one should.
And heed not to falter in worldly woe,
but be pure and innocent, like the doe.
May we encourage, comfort, be ever kind,
as our Father continues to refine.
Lest we not give in to melancholy,
but find life in righteousness, live holy.
So united by God, we proclaim Christ,
ne'er waivering, from He whom gives us life.
But grounded and anchored by his good Will,
lifting each other, to his heav'nly hill.
So that when our days are spent, whole lives through,
we can walk hand in hand, assured, in You.
01.08.2026
(Poem a day)
Eat wild wholefoods
fresh unprocessed roots, seeds, fruit,
still warm from the sun
with natural nutrients,
to sustain bodies and thrive.
Growing your own food
builds body, mind, soul, spirit—
harvesting from soil
richly rewards gardening
with produce from your own hands.
Walk where trees exhale,
where surging wave crests splash thought—
in open-air warmth
a seaside stroll in summer
a rugged-up walk through snow.
Enjoying a full wholesome life, is truly a new start.
May we be all we blessed with goodness…
for I happen to think it’s true
that there is goodness inside all of us…
inside of me…
inside of you…
And for those who have let your hate overshadow your goodness
who have chosen to live on the dark side of the moon…
for the sake of every living creature on this Earth
May you be blessed to find your goodness soon.
Falun Dafa Hao! Falun Dafa Hao!
Echoed through the hospital halls
A woman’s voice in clear distress
Her haunting conviction was professed
The guard on duty turned to see
The young teacher he abused previously
The callous surgeons stood around
The gurney where her body was found
Her organs were extracted one by one
While fully aware, until the last cut was done
Suddenly the guard was sick with dismay
Witnessing the murder with horrific display
Doctors turned butchers, a gruesome scene
Ccp’s State organ-harvesting a nefarious scheme
Fund the military, and eradicate Falun Gong
The genocide of millions. 26 years long
Falun Dafa Practitioners are clarifying the facts
Exposing the truth of the ccp’s sinful acts
The halls of hell can hide no more
Falun Dafa Hao echoes like a lion’s roar!
How erring lives buried grace forever,
Makes crying eyes not sieve tears so clever...
Of unsung sins He forgives;
Human nature dare outlives
Either fearful or cheerful endeavour.
When life is so down;
Crying is a replaced frown,
When hope seemed drown.
When life, at its best-
City, a replaced town's guest;
A place to invest.
When life is troubled,
Tears replaced sadness doubled...
Nigt partying bubbled.
When life is so good,
Joy replaced blissful childhood;
Fun... than adulthood.
When life is a bet,
Winning is a replaced debt,
Sequent stakes reset.
When life is a twist,
Call, a replaced beep missed;
Fair treatment persist...
When life is charmed,
Love replaced likeness unharmed;
Stay off been alarmed...
When life, grace lust's feast,
Heartbreak, a replaced deceit;
Learn through to retreat...
When life is unkind,
It is yours to be designed...
Do yours, never mind.
When life does exist,
Rise and fall shall coexist;
Choose one to resist.
When life is of fate,
Pray; fasting do not hate-
Grace turns its dictate.
The scale of right and wrong tilts gently with the weight of intent.
No gold nor crown can sway a will that seeks to harm or heal.
The measure of goodness lies in the gush after just decision.
People feel goodness in tremors, not in the thunder of applause.
A single act of kindness steadies the soul more than virtue's roles.
It measures itself with the warmth that lingers after the gaze fades.
All things align when compassion gathers scattered truths of being.
Division is the shadow cast to confound — when truth skips its lines.
Goodness sings clearly when tuned to bring harmony to opposites.
Not all that glows is measurable, yet light knows its proper depth.
Even a candle can tutor the night in the art of grace.
Goodness is the light that softens, not blinds, the eyes that seek it.
Goodness is a magnetic compass arm, afloat upon a pond.
Its needle swings towards mercy, humming attuned to caring.
Goodness is a two-step dance synced to align with the beat.
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