One was from a blood test;
One was from a scan.
Both caused much anxiety,
As bad news always can.
Follow-ups determined
There was no cause for concern,
Which has made me start to wonder,
Just what lesson can we learn?
To never trust a doctor
Or technician or result?
Or to not jump to conclusions
After yelling, “Oy gevalt!”?
Guess it serves as a reminder
That we cannot quite rely
On results which bring up death,
A truth we’d rather just deny.
Out of the mouths of babes isn’t like it was before.
What they here is worse, than they speak poor.
Words that a young one should never hear.
Innocence than fear.
So please choose your words as kind as can be.
Please don’t hurt the babes, there as sweet as you can see.
Let them grow, learning there is joy all around.
Sweet words of love is an awesome sound.
They are only little for a short time.
Read them story books of rhyme.
Play games, go for a walk.
Listen to them as they talk.
So young, so innocent and when school starts.
Show them confidence with kind hearts.
Let them know how proud you are.
Using words of kindness can help them go far.
Positives and negatives
Are said to be attracted,
According to our knowledge...
Thus how I may feel
May be haunted by darkness
Or enlightened by happiness.
With every joy,
There is a piece of misery
That comes to toy with my emotions.
My thoughts as vast as the ocean
Are likely to to go through storms
Of winds and waves.
Breezes part of logic
And waves as flowing as feelings,
As I fish for gladness,
I soon reel in powerful thoughts of sadness.
I beg not to die in an ocean of such thoughts.
So then I am set free,
Due to reassurance,
Even though everything positive
That happens to me
Comes with a negative
I shall eventually be saved.
I
Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day
Through this time here, I must turn senses away
From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes"
And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes!
II
For inspiration, I must remember to look up also
Clouds always yield forms, names, games galore
And away from plastics, pollution ... naturally
Trash trucks come each Wednesday; ignored outstandingly
III
To each clump of Acacia; hail beaten patch of cacti;
Sole tree that comorants dry their wings on, daily
And note how Nature, Life, does not quit ... growing
As we must: quiet lotuses in fens with slime ... flowing
The earth is steady, with a north and south pole
with positives and negatives, for life on earth
This is a cycle, that works very well
interfere with its structure, and it will turn to disaster
The creatures in nature, have a vital role
with predators and prey, to keep living, day by day
This is a routine, that lets them excel
interfere with their pasture, and we all go down faster
Death has a profound effect upon many
dreaded thoughts come upon the mind
but why is this? is it really the end?
the holy scriptures show how we're blind
God makes clear in His holy word
there's a hell to shun and heaven to gain
whatever our beliefs we will move on
so put into focus what's in our brain
When we look at this world's state
as it gradually worsens all the more
would we want to stay here forever?
I think not! please open earth's door
When we have the good sense from above
to obey and follow the sovereign Lord
receiving the promises He will do
our spirit and heart strikes a chord
Death has it's positives
for the next world's better
leave this one taking nothing
believing all of God's letter
(Just some thoughts on death and some positives that can come from it.)
Lonliness is my companion
Enemies my only friends
Defeat is my champion
Beginnings are my end
Resolve is my conflict
Nothing is my everything
Accidents are my intent
Nightmares my every dream
Failure is my triumph
Shame is my only pride
Obedieance my defiance
Divorce my only bride
Weakness is my strength
Lies my only truth
Debt is my bank
Age my only youth
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