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.”

― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free 

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

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Have You Heard? – Nature declaring providence

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

 – Jean Williams

 

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.” 

 – Jean Williams

 

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.