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I did not choose you easily
not when Mars burns with human hunger
not when Jupiter carries storms like crowns
but you
You asked for patience
from afar, you are elegance
a quiet sovereign with rings of light
a halo mistaken for beauty
But I have learned
That distance flatters
Those rings are not whole
They are fragments
ice and ruin
the aftermath of something broken
held in place by gravity that refuses to let go
And I understand you
How many times have I circled
What I could not release
calling it memory
calling it love
when it was only debris
refusing to fall away
You move slowly
deliberate
as if time itself must bow to your distance
while I
I rush, I burn, I break
still
I look at you
and feel the discipline of your silence
You do not chase light
You wear it carefully
in pieces
Perhaps that is your lesson
not brilliance
but endurance
to carry what remains
without pretending it is whole
And so I choose you, Saturn
not for your beauty
But for your truth
that even in broken orbit
One can still shine
Author Dana Redricks
December 16, 2823
In the depths of my struggles, I once believed that my scars were badges of shame, never to be relieved.
But my God, Yahweh, sees beyond this façade, He knows my worth, oh how deeply I’m loved.
The Creator of everything, He understands, Sympathizes with sorrows that darken our lands.
Though I have stumbled countless times, I’ve learned,
God never gives up on me, and His love me is unmeasurable. His love is incomprehensible, divine, and pure, Humans may see my flaws, but He sees me for who I am.
He sees my qualities, and the beauty I possess within.
I’m learning to wear my badges with honor, not with disgrace.
I am standing tall and taking my place. For these scars have shaped me, made me who I am,
I hold my head high, knowing in Christ, I have been redeemed by the Great I AM.
In Him, I’m forever free, walking in a long line of royalty.
The winds may blow, and the waves may crash. But in Christ, I stand and remain unshakable, and unmovable.
The enemy seeks to deceive, undervalue, and destroy us.
Never let us undervalue our worth, or underestimating the value within,
But faithful souls will conquer, triumph over sin.
So let us rise, embrace the love that’s been given, accept your worth, in the eyes God, we are forgiven.
No longer in shame, let us proudly proclaim, we are cherished, valued, and known by our name.
I could say i come to you our Father.' Yet you are everywhere, even inside us..In every living think and all creation, you are
There.' As humans we consider you.? Yet
Cannot comphrehend enough.' Definately
Not all.' We have learned some of us at least..That you are a jealous and angry God
I do question the ( idea of an angry God?) Is it more.? That when you are concentrating.? Focusing.' Your sheer power is more discernable? Is that what
Other Chistians and myself discern of as
Angry? Becausr seeing your power
un-veiled is
Awe-some.) Is it more true?
that you will motivate and
Bring your plans; ventures, here and all
will be just fine..If we accept it will happen,
In your timing, all blessings.)
Many parts of life's puzzle pieces are not a wonderful life.
Some 50 years ago, my best friend and boss left his wife
And abandoned his four minor children for another woman.
It was very shocking to everyone, so hard to understand.
But out of their pain and mine, there emerged an act
Of Kindness that reached out to their boys and fought back.
I was 23, and they were great kids of about 10 and 12.
Their father was a giant of a spiritual man that slipped and failed.
I took them to a baseball game that became more than a 'pastime' game.
Seeing Chicago cubs like Ron Santos and Ernie Banks was more than 'fame'.
To these boys, at a time like theirs, it was part of a healing process.
For me, it's a treasured memory that recalls me caring at my very best.
Over time, that marriage was restored, and the father of those boys returned.
In our life's journeys, we must pause sometimes and recall the lessons learned.
Generation Z is my child—our future.
I know them completely,
and yet I do not know them at all.
How strange, isn't it?
When they sleep, they do not wish to wake;
when they are awake, they do not wish to sleep.
Though they eat everything,
they have never learned
to snatch from others
or even to share with others.
How strange, isn't it?
They become doctors, engineers, scientists,
teachers, professors—so many things.
Yet they never let
the wandering minstrel,
the mystic within,
the music,
or the solitude of their hearts
fade away.
How strange, isn't it?
They never longed for marches,
protests, or blockades.
Yet they were driven to the streets,
and they never forgot
to raise their flaming torches.
They never sought power,
nor did they crave the throne.
With the dream of a radical transformation,
they are shaping a new tomorrow.
How strange, isn't it?
I walked by the light pink tulip
thinking about life and friendship
When I heard all the songs around,
The chorus of bird's pleasant sound
There's something with the start of Spring
Beginnings and prayers, church bells ring
A chance to do things in new ways,
from lessons learned, unfolding days
Life is like a book of its own
with memories of places flown
Broken trust like a winter branch
Now healing from each avalanche
Refreshing, warm, and beautiful
Songs that lift the heart and fulfill
I learned to look at the moment
Pay attention to the time I spent
Spring time songs, a gift to behold
Gratitude blooms, never gets old
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
*8 Syllables
(C)opyright
Dear dad
Where did you go . Why did you leave me . Was my mom a hoe . Did you love us did you even try I mean you can’t be that bad of a guy .
Dad I use to look up to you . I wanted to be up like you . But I guess for all the wrong reasons . In and outta jail every season . You never came home and when you did it was for drugs or coke .
Personally it’s been 17 years and I’m still breaking theu the tears . Dad please come back I use to cry and you didn’t look back .
You hurt me by leaving me with a women who had nothing better than you . She drink and beat us . Make a fool outta us everytime she seen us . But you walked out and didn’t care . Dear dad why is this fair it’s not . But now the crying stops . I got my own kids and I’m on top . I use to say imma be like my dad but now I can’t I gotta be by myself and stand tall because if I’m like you all my kids with fall. And dear mom you did the same you clan ur better than him but never changed you drank beat us and acted ashamed told me you hoped I get hit by a bus and die that’s lame you treat me like makes me sick but the drugs got to y’all so I forgive it me and my kids we will be alright because I learned from you guys what not to side how not to treat them and not to leave them and how to wipe their eyes
70.
My Life in Dumarao
Dumarao – teen and adult abode
Where memories are both good and bad
My gratefulness when I received from thee
School honor garnered unexpectedly
But in exchange I got few friends only
Who later dwindled ‘til I was lonely
Our improved house resembling a prison
My routine changed, I was in derision
The field not ours was developed further
Without buying it from the landowner
Father's money were quickly exhausted
Everynight's like party – glasses toasted
Foods that we should eat – to animals fed
Chickens, pigs, pigeons, goats…later were dead
So there emerged our sari-sari store
Which I needed also to take care for
Time for fun, highschool gimmicks – missed a lot
To redeem my lost school honor I plot
Yet, all in vain, worse, my batch had fallen
In school competitions where we should win
After all, tragic OLSI memory
Taught me never again to be bossy
And when I was already in UP
My vow in life was full humility
On class days, I learned a lot in Miagao
On weekends, I went back to Dumarao
Where life was still and moving in slow pace
So when I thought I was behind the race
Worked even before I marched from college
On government office even low wage
Not disappointed, but discontented
To Metro Manila I bravely fled
Tutor in Korean Academy
Not fired, not resigned, left job abruptly
At those times of blatant stupidity
To home once again with my family
Maybe fate wants me to be here
Dumarao's love for me may be sincere
And I think I'm also loving thee now
If our love fails again, there's broken vow
Now, your weakness I slowly understand
My test of faith I patiently withstand.
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
I have a dear old cat named Simba who is wise beyond his years.
He likes to lounge upon my lap and have me scratch his ears!
His soothing purr relaxes me and calms the rhythm of my heart,
But more than that he shares subtle hints that keep me from falling apart!
He's taught me to be satisfied with what I have and not to fret.
He doesn't ask much of me - just food and drink and his needs are met.
Simba has also taught me to set aside time to muse and contemplate,
To take an occasional nap, be of good cheer and to watch my weight!
I've learned from him the virtue of patience (Lord knows I need more of that),
As for hours he stalks unwary prey and pounces upon it in nothing flat!
This inscrutable pal has shown me the importance of perseverance.
His ritual laves have made me conscious of maintaining my own appearance!
'Tis well known that cats are curious and he has honed my curiosity,
That I might apply myself to meet life's challenges with virtuosity!
Now, if only he would share with me the secret of how he survives,
That mysterious matter of reincarnation so that I can enjoy nine lives!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I was devastated when I learned that you wouldn't make it.
When it came to my heart, your demise sure did break it.
You died 1096 days ago in 2013.
It was the worst year that I've seen.
When I saw you on life support, it was rough but facing your death was rougher.
My brother and I had you taken off the respirator so you wouldn't continue to suffer.
When you were dying, I felt helpless because there was nothing I could do.
When I found you dead on March the 6th, I had to say goodbye to you.
It took me about two years to get to feeling better about your death.
For two years I suffered tremendously after you became ill and left.
You were such a great mother that you made my brother and I better men.
Your death isn't permanent, when Jesus returns, we will see each other again.
I felt overbearing pain which made my life a mess.
Rest In Peace Mom, you were truly the greatest.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away three years ago today on March 6, 2013.]