My Name Is Not Pain –

“If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.”
Someone
When as a child with innocent ears
I heard my name with violent tears
Then known as a child abused
My name whispered one being used
Older and with children of mine
My name was called all the time
Years went by and then I left home
My name became as one unknown
Later in life the blooming occurred
A name of mine was an addiction slur
An old man now an ancient in days
My name is what I make it say
In a bold unwavering voice I pray
My name will never again be pain

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First published in Opinionsofeye.com

02152013

Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

“Remember the order of life. Sometimes we forget how it was intended to be.” 
 

Have you heard the liquid giant

roar demanding you respect
His presence?

Have you heard the invisible one
run through the land teasing
the trees?

Have you heard the little ones
flitting about the clouds and grasses
singing courtships?

Have heard the massive submariner
deep below the dappled surface
echoing His sounds?

Have you heard the ancient ones
drop His fruit creating food
for the valley floor?

Have heard the sounds of creation
so loudly proclaiming
the existence of one?

Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

“Remember the order of life. Sometimes we forget how it was intended to be.” 
 

Have you heard the liquid giant

roar demanding you respect
His presence?

Have you heard the invisible one
run through the land teasing
the trees?

Have you heard the little ones
flitting about the clouds and grasses
singing courtships?

Have heard the massive submariner
deep below the dappled surface
echoing His sounds?

Have you heard the ancient ones
drop His fruit creating food
for the valley floor?

Have heard the sounds of creation
so loudly proclaiming
the existence of one?

The Pines – A breeze in the pines

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller 
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.” – Ho Chi Minh
 

I hear the pine needles whispering their lullaby

to me their silent infant

Soft are the blankets laid down by so great a choir

Finding myself in their comforting bosom

My eyes close, resting in natures embrace

This entrancement such a pleasure,

the ancient care of God’s nursemaids.

The Pines – A breeze in the pines

“To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.” – Helen Keller 
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.” – Ho Chi Minh
 

I hear the pine needles whispering their lullaby

to me their silent infant

Soft are the blankets laid down by so great a choir

Finding myself in their comforting bosom

My eyes close, resting in natures embrace

This entrancement such a pleasure,

the ancient care of God’s nursemaids.