The human voice
is different
from every other sound
Imploring nature
and its Lord
to which our souls are bound
Each word expressed
to stand alone
alive inside the din
To free what noise
would only hide
— in echoes whispered thin
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
I stand in the middle of an ocean
I don’t drown
I stand
Among the Heaven’s watch
Distance from far and assured
Full of courage
No fear
I survive
Impact of the Holy One
I stand for one and all
The Faithful
Believing human vessel
I stand.
Bright, large clouds above mountains too
Brought comfort floating in the blue
Resting, shining, in the clear sky
I could see my dreams floating by
Above the green blanket below,
Miles of grass, a stage for a show
I looked across beautiful land,
not wanting to leave where I stand
Heidi Sands
9/11/26
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In sleep..Deepest sleep, does the body not move.? For lying too long on just one
Side is bad? I believe that is true.? We turn right to left, all unaware, as ( the body )
Regulates by innate care.' So being on the
Left indefinatley will stress your skin crush blood in transit, cause pain within
The same for the right, do not stay forever
Maybe a while on the back, will suit you better.? A simple enough theisis, but practical truth..Could it be applied to politics.? Would it help somewhat.? In
Valuing balance.? Does it allow a plot.?
As in seamanship? A course to follow for
The body of a country, maybe we all
should on just not? swallow..That the right side or the left, are the only choice.'
Available is discernment, treat it not as naught.' Maybe better for the body of a country, to have chance to move? And
Before retiring to the bed,
in making; slip off real heavy shoes ?
mirrors stand so still
humans look into that glass
truth shouts back through light
In early spring, I wake again,
soft rain along my bark and skin;
I feel the world breathe out and in~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
I’ve watched your footsteps come and go,
your whispered joys, your hidden woe;
I hold the echoes soft and slow~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
You leaned on me when life felt thin,
your losses heavy, sharp as wind;
I kept your secrets deep within~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
And though you’ve changed, as humans do,
I still reach out with limbs toward you;
your presence feels like sunlight through and through~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
In Life
You might have to stand alone
Remember that Jesus sits on the Throne
There is nothing too hard for Him
Thankful and Grateful
Praises, Songs as a precious Gem.
Trying to get back up that hill
But with little or no progress
The same old run of the mill
My emotioal state is a mess
But is their any such magic pill
Perhaps just thinking alot less
Again seems l am back at nill
In need of a complete recess
Have l come to a stand still
Well perhaps,maybe er yes
But at times a loss of will
You know what l diagress
Again excerts from poem a state of confusion
1997 written 2023
"Fall seven times and stand up eight," the old proverb sings,
A lantern lit for weary hearts with weather-broken wings.
Each stumble shapes a steadier stride, each tear a clearer view;
The strongest trees are those that learn to dance with storms anew.
I cannot choose the winds that blow nor every hill I climb,
But hope can turn the roughest road into a path through time.
When doubt declares the night too deep, I answer with one spark,
For faith remembers dawn before it brightens all the dark.
So I will rise with grateful hands, though yesterday was long;
The scars become a quiet proof that brokenness grows strong.
"When hope takes the first brave step,
tomorrow finds the courage to follow."
Stand up.
Speak up.
But -
When it comes to a Black person -
You -
Just shut up
It’s funny how -
When it comes to us needing help,
Selective mutism is your only way out.
We fight the big fights,
Play the role of superhero - day and night,
We are heroes without the capes,
And yet when we need support, you hide behind the drapes,
Every other race is given grace,
But when it comes to us, no matter what we do - we are called a disgrace
When a Black person needs protection,
They see our skin, and - accuse us of seeking attention,
When we practice our right of self defence,
We are accused of a criminal offence,
Seen as criminal, for standing our ground
Then we are seen as a danger to be around.
Stand up.
Speak up.
But not for a Black Person,
Stand up.
Speak up.
If you are not Black, they won't see you as criminally liable,
Stand up.
Speak up.
Not to defend us, just to label us criminals.
Open your ears and mind, before you open your eyes ' Be informed of humanitys dis-guise..As the Greeks
Gave gifts to Troy, you will notice the
Same old hackneyed ploys, food parcels
To the dissposessed, bulk bought could
Cost? ten to fifteen dollars, certainly no
Less.. Yet the mirrorless action of giving
Billions, to fund wars destruction its in
The trillions.' Of course no bankers would
Be involved in such, or non profit orgs..'
Now should that read organ-isations.? I
Wonder much.? Yet should i not wonder?
Just bow my head, hunch shoulders and
Shrug.? With no-thing said.? Untill I am in
Truth; null and void' quite dead.!
A constant urge
Gnawing, relentless, overwhelming
It preys on my mind
Refusing to let its guard down
But I keep my defences strong
My soldiers fight to their last breath
Every battle a defiance
A rejection of your concrete ways
Try as I might
My castle will never be satisfactory
My cavalry, my strength, my empire
Will never match your desires
But my longings
My desires
Live on
And I refuse to live this way
To tiptoe, to whisper
To silence my voice at the mercy of your thunderous demands
To obey you at the expense of myself
Revelations tell of a sobering time.? Nay mournfull indeed, of which i here rhyme.
A dragon tail sweeping down stars?
Rumor war earthquakes both near and
far' as the anti-christ; the beast; the false
Prophet too, will be locked in battle with me and you.' Fire called down yet un-holy
My mind returns, unto Laheina the way it
Burned.' The mysterious actions of those
In charge, if you think it'll be easy for us
Let me mark your cards.' No life without
Victory, no victory outside of Christ, hold
The line dig into the Bible, before the last
Trumpets blast.!
I stand on strong shoulders
of those who before me
risked all so I’d never fall
Prey to hunger and hardship
~ or to the lie that I did it all
“There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
_by Octavio Paz
Alone, you stand now midst these trees,
their limbs held up toward the sky
as soulless creatures reaching for
a reason why they grow so tall.
No answer back- they live and die.
But here you stand, unlike the trees,
though rootless now, your soul's alive!
You lost your way to find your place.
From Winter darkness hope is born!
Now pray to God your soul finds Spring.
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