When I Stop Loving You

When I Stop Loving You

My greatest joy as a mother

Was bound to happen since your birth

The day you decided in your mind

How much your soul was worth

It’s the moment we all wait for

Sometimes holding our tongues

When the love of our Creator

Is absorbed through our young

The moment they decide to decide

Separating right from wrong

Dancing to a different beat

Singing their own song

My blessings have been overflowing

When I give it a second glance

When my child stood up for the weak

No matter the circumstance

When her love for the Creator

Was shown by her fight for a tree

When her hopes in man was in

Fighting the death penalty

How brave it is to even think

How much better we can do

To believe we can make a change

Start living life brand new

It is a great honor watching

My sapling grow into a flower

Such lives she has touched

Those beings she helped to empower

There is no preparation

For when your once shy little girl

Is ready to make her way

In this sometimes cruel world

But the most I can hope for today

Is that the lessons she learned

Remind her to not play in man’s fire

Where we all tend to be burned

I pray that when she needs guidance

She will look up toward the stars

Knowing the love of God

Will never be too far

I hope that she will remember

Not to hold on to the greed

That man tends to emit

When focusing on his “needs”

I can not say it is easy

To let her fly from our nest

But like this and all things

Life is a great big test

She has the light of an angel

God’s love is all around

She has more positive energy

Than anyone I have ever found

So I guess for myself

This was a test too

Which all started when

I became a mother to you

So on this day of graduation

I guess we all get a degree

Grateful for having you to love

And for you loving me

But in stopping my chatter

There is one last thing too

There will never be a time

When I stop loving you

Our Savior’s Light

Do not confuse what I say
When I speak of divine light
It’s not about being black
It’s not about being white

It’s about knowledge of God
Not about racial unrest
For try as we may
We still fail to do our best

We may make excuses for
The differences we do share
But when did that have to be
The reason we don’t care

After all I didn’t decide
The tone of my skin
Was more important than
The woman I am within

How can a predetermined factor
Tell you how dangerous I can be
If I was a different race
Wouldn’t I still be me?

I don’t know when my skin
Became more important than my soul
But if you get hung up on it
You’ll miss more than you know

Light is about our Creator
Not about good nor bad
It’s about the blessings
The greatest gifts we’ve ever had

It’s the reason we were sent here
Not the thing that we see
It’s why we were chosen
Why we were meant to be

Light is about the path
Our own predestined way
It’s about the time we spend
Each and every day

Do we spend it wisely
Or do we waste it to death
Can we love one another
Or am I wasting my breath?

Because my hopes for man are high
I believe the violence can end
When you stop looking for my faults
And accept me as a friend

For everywhere the light touches
All places every where else
Is where God …he lives
We need to remind ourselves

Children are God’s gift
Yet we cast them aside
We bury them too soon
Today another died

Our women are battered
Victims of a loved ones abuse
How can she ever heal
It’s her heart that’s been bruised

Give God’s love with purpose
Whether it be day or night
Fill hearts with the warmth
Found in our Savior’s light

The Light of Our Path

The Light Of Our Path

 

I wanted to take a small moment to thank all of you for your support in my writing, you have all become priceless to me. I finally have listed my poetry book “The Light of Our Path” on Amazon…in Kindle form. I hope that you get a chance to check it out.

I have written about the same things I always write about and talk about…if you know me well. I have poetry about the constant day to day challenges that we all face and must overcome if we are expected to survive in the vast world together.

The link to the book is on the side and all you have to do is click on the link to get access to it.

 

Once again, I want to thank you for being so warm and receptive to me…obviously you have lit my path.

 

I wish you all much peace and love

The Doctor’s Visit

The Doctors Office

One day while I was waiting

To see the doctor around noon

I noticed an elderly man

As he slowly walked across the room

He seemed in a hurry not in movement

But his words…although kind

Simply asked if he could see the doctor next

If the nurse would not mind

She offered the man no hope

“The Doctor is busy today”

So he said thank you

And sat down in dismay

“Are you late for another appointment?”

I asked, “Are you ill?”

He smiled kindly…”No…”

But I have an important date…still”

He went on to say…”everyday at the same time”

“I meet my wife for lunch”

“She was never much for breakfast”

“And doesn’t care for brunch”

“Well…surely she will understand” I added

With a smile

He began, “no, not likely she hasn’t”

“Been herself in awhile”

He patted my young hand

And says, “For 50 years”

“She has been my lunch date”

“And I can’t stop here”

But its only one day, I exclaimed

As he patiently sat in wait

“Yes, but the last 15 have been a

Nursing home date”

“She is very ill…Alzheimer’s they say”

“She doesn’t even know my name”

“I doubt she would even miss me”

And I cried…”isn’t that a shame”

Then I added without thought

“If she doesn’t even know who you may be

Why go everyday and sit

And he smiled and said…”you see”

“Even if she doesn’t know me”

“I know who she is in my life”

“She’s been the answer to my prayers”

“My friend…my love…my wife”

“So if I must spend everyday”

“That God has given me left”

“To remind her how I love her”

“And how my life has been so blessed”

“I would give up all my possessions”

“I would lay down my last breath”

“I would follow her to the ends of the earth”

“I would follow her into death”

“It is my job to remind her that”

“She is my one and only queen”

And as a tear rolled down my cheek, I said

…”Nurse…this man needs to be seen”

For never in my years had I felt

A love that was so tender…so deep

As the day in the doctors office

When my heart rolled down my cheek

Our Limit is the Sky

Our Limit is the Sky

 

Shouts made in anger

Threats creating fear

Made to be so much worse

When said by someone dear

His words tend to cut

Into the very heart of you

Were there good times…yes

But in comparison…very few

He needs to make you feel

Less than the woman that you are

But not what God wanted for you

As he peers down from the stars

You may want to give up

Just throw up your hands

But I’m telling you not to

Find strength…make a stand

His words while hurtful

Are still not true

He has yet to know

The real woman…which is you

The sad people who hurt us

Trying to cause us pain

Only bring out our inner warrior

Where only light remains

We cannot be defeated

By their negative tone

Because one fact remains true

You are not alone

Any effort which he has made

To break your tender heart

Is only made fruitless by

He who created us from the start

No matter what effects man

Chooses to impose

God knows the path which

Turns a seed into a rose

He knows what is best

For His children one and all

He gives us courage to walk

When we think we can only crawl

Stand up my dear sister

Hold your head high

For our Father walks with you

And while its okay to cry

Know that when your tears

Have dried in the light of His love

You will soar like God’s angels

On the wings of a snowy dove

You have strength and power

Not yet even tapped

It matters not where you have been

Only where you are at

And you are at the feet of God

He will help you rise

For when we submit to His will

Our limit is the sky

He Gave Her His Ring

 Love unrequited

Love so brand new

They knew it instantly

 When they came into view

 

Like a missing piece to a puzzle

And the magic it brings

 God joined them together

 When he gave her his ring

 

Two souls that needed

Only one heart

Where her sentence left off

His began to start

 

After sixty five years

Of wedded bliss

Only having an “US”

 Not hers…not his

 

 Walking through life together

 Happily as one

But before it was over

Said and done

 

As she slowly walked

Up Heavens golden stairs

He whispers softly

I will meet you there

 

And eighty eight minutes

 After his love passed that day

Her loyal soul mate

Faded away

 

This bittersweet moment

Life’s true tale

That love conquers all

Without fail

 

Their life was made full

By our Blessed King

 It goes to show

What true love means

 

They said he died

 From a broken heart

 But I think it was a beginning

A divine new start

 

 So rest in peace

And with the angels sing

 This love story that started

When he gave her his ring

 

***This was inspired completely by the story of Marjorie and James Landis a couple who were married for 65 years…who died 88 minutes apart. May God Bless Them

Love Life’s Lessons

             Love Life’s Lessons

  Valentine’s Day is coming up in the next few weeks. I have to admit that even though I really don’t get into the whole “holiday”…I am always thankful for a reason to let people know how loved they are. I think we all, from time to time, have felt like we have wasted our time on a relationship. It didn’t turn out the way that we wanted or hoped that it would. I tend to look at it a little differently. No time, which is spent loving another person is time wasted. Where it may be true that the relationship didn’t last as long as we might have hoped; the lesson was in the gift of the experience.

  Life is not a series of random events; it is carefully planned out…although it isn’t planned by us. But let’s face it the truth is certain doors must close before we are able to receive the message of the open window. Maybe he/she was not what you needed long term…but your presence in their lives may have made all the difference in theirs. Wouldn’t it be worth any cost…to give another person the possibility of hope?

  Hope is the difference between trying and succeeding. Everyone needs to believe that they can not only exist…but achieve. When we stop reaching out for our fellow man/woman we have stopped doing the work of our Creator. Often something as simple as a statement can make the difference in a persons life; I believe in you; yes, you can; you are good enough; I love you. These statements can replenish a soul which is depleted. We all want to know that we are not alone. There is no example so great as to tell someone that God loves you…and to prove it…He sent me to you. Life can be difficult, no question. But when we reach out our hands to someone, it can make a journey seem less difficult. Have you ever gone for a very long walk by yourself? It can seem like it is the longest distance you have ever gone. But take the same walk with a friend…not only does it seem shorter…but it becomes more enjoyable. Why? Because whatever distance we are traveling, we know at that moment…we are not alone.

  The destination of our lives is not the most important thing. Reaching the top of the mountain is not the goal that God has for us. And I know that probably is not what we have been taught to believe…but the reward is in the experience of the path we took to get there. How many people did you pass on the way up that mountain? How many did you speak to? How many lives did you touch? Can we really believe that getting to the top is more important to God than the lives of people we enhance before getting there? What good does it do to be the first to the top of the hill if we have no one to share it with?

  Leave your heart prints on as many people as possible. Hope springs eternal. Can we really believe that our Creator will embrace us in His Kingdom…after watching us step over His children to get there? Love is so easy. A smile…a hello…these simple gestures may open up a world of possibilities for people who feel that they have nothing else.

  The gift of life is only a gift because it gives us the opportunity to spread the love of God. If we are afraid to reach out to one another…we will turn cold. Keep in mind that just because a relationship did not work out does not mean you were not supposed to love that person. They were just as much parts of our path as you were theirs…embrace that idea. Nothing happens by accident, we just aren’t in control of it all.

  It is our duty as human beings to spread the love of our Creator…it is expected of us. We all need to feel needed, wanted, and loved. Don’t wait for a national holiday to decide to love each other…time waits for no one. No experience is wasted when we spend it giving the love that we were created with. Remember to love life’s lessons.

~~ From my heart to yours

What Would You Do?

What Would You Do?

  I was watching a movie the other night. In a particular scene a parent was yelling at his children and the children muttered under their breath that he didn’t need to speak to them in that manner ; stating they are not animals.

  I found that statement to be funny…yet so true; although I am certain that how I took the statement was not the way the actors lines were meant to be received.

  We do have a tendency to think that we are better than most other living organisms. On one hand, yes we are highly evolved and intelligent creatures; but on the other hand…we often do not use that intelligence.

  I would suppose that we could say animals attack one another, and it looks brutal and senseless. But for one moment let us take it a step further…why are they fighting? Are they fighting because one is wearing a gang color? Are they fighting because one is wearing a pair of shoes or an item of clothing that the other wants? Of course not, that would make them irrational…wouldn’t it? After all of this time, I would think that we would know that all that we NEED in this life will be given to us…in God’s time. The fact that we have actually gotten to a point in our existence where we feel the need to take another’s belongings simply because we do not have them is a sad sight. This can be caused by two basic reasons…one of which is greed…we want more than we have. And for some reason we are of the belief that we should be able to have whatever we want whenever we want it. The second reason is deprivation. There are people walking around on our streets who go without the very basics in life…this can lead to behavior that would seem irrational. However if we, as a society, began treating one another as brother’s and sister’s then we would become proactive in each others lives. Whereas one may say that it is not my problem if another person doesn’t have food to eat, clothes on their backs, or shelter from the cold…we might say we have enough to worry about. I, too, have moments where I have felt like I have a lot on my plate; that I cannot take on another thing. However, when I am communing with God, I am gently reminded that all that I have is a gift. It is our job to look after one another…we are a family with ONE heavenly father. As a family, it is our responsibility to reach out for one another. If you watch a pack of wolves, you will begin to understand what family is about. They are one unit. They hunt for the entire pack…it is NEVER one for himself. Animals have a divine understanding, and unlike human beings they do not try to rationalize why they should veer from their path or purpose.

  We search for reasons not to care about one another. We create boundaries based on a physical difference…a skin color…a texture of hair…an accent or the shape of a facial feature. But underneath all of this…we are exactly the same in design. We all are made up of bones, blood, and skin. We should care and be concerned about one another because we were all created under the same heaven…by the same Creator.

  We will often pass by another human being in the street who has no home…no food…no money…no hope and we will fall to our knees in prayer that night asking for God to help us with one thing or another. And when we do not receive the outcome we had hoped for when we prayed; we will question what God is doing. Perhaps we should re-evaluate our lives…because I have been raised to believe that the homeless man on the street…is GOD. He is not God in the literal sense…but representative of what we are supposed to be doing for God. When we give unselfishly we are rewarded…every time.

  We have become so concerned with judging the actions of people that we fail to see the larger picture. The conditions of one another’s lives are our business…because it is a human condition. Something that affects your neighbor…should feel personal to you, because it could BE you…you could be the one being beaten, abused, raped, and murdered. I always try and speak in a way that everyone may be able to relate to…what if the woman next door who is being abused was your child? Wouldn’t you want her neighbor to look out for her…simply because she is your child? Don’t you think God feels the same way when we see something like that…and do nothing? Wouldn’t it make you sad or angry if someone saw your child freezing to death…with no coat…no food…and they just walked past?  What if that person then turned to you because they wanted a favor?  What would you do?

~~ From my heart to yours

As I Pray

As I Pray

Dear Heavenly Father

As I kneel down to pray

Thanking you for the blessings

You sent to me today

I know there are times

I could look to you more

And you would guide me

Toward the gifts you have in store

We sometimes forget

The very beauty which is you

And think only of ourselves

And it shows in what we do

I can only hope you can see

The true intentions of our hearts

And while we may not deserve

Please give us a new start

We sometimes forget

The very essence of who you are

And we are only reminded

As we glance up at the stars

You are an undeniable love

A truth some fail to understand

You are greater than every body of water

You are the true gift to man

I wanted to tell you

We sometimes fail to be

All that you had in mind

And in spite of your creativity

We tried to make this world

Our own selfish domain

And now it is our evil

That now seems to remain

Please give us a chance to

Mend all that we have marred

A chance to love each other

And heal all of the scars

If we stop abusing one another

And stand up for what is right

Stop creating boundaries

Make children safe at night

Once we start realizing the gift

Which once was our lives

Put down our weapons

Stop wielding the guns and knives

I promise we will try harder

Starting with this day

We will try to be peaceful

With all we do and say

And hopefully the next time

I come to you and pray

We can talk about the changes

We made along the way

Father in closing I say only this

More than you could possibly know

I am thankful for your guidance

And I do love you so

 

Layers of Love

Layers of Love

 

  People are similar to onions. We all have many layers and there is not one simple trait or characteristic that will be the determining factor as to who or what I am. When we peel back the first layer you will find the physicality that attracts us all. It may be our shape, height, hair or eye color that draws people to us. But we must realize that this is a temporary fixation, eventually there must be more. For us to decide that what we see… is all that matters would be a sad truth. After all how can a physical feature tell you what kind of person I am? There is nothing about my eye color that will give you information about what kind of intelligence or spirit that I have. I didn’t stand in the line for eyes and request a specific color. It was chosen for me, at birth. Now on the opposite side of the spectrum, every week I can go to the pharmacy and choose from hundreds of boxes of dye which will alter the color of my hair; just as I can readily change my eye color. These changes however do not change that which I really am. It just makes me feel more appealing to myself or others; nothing about any of these parts of me will give you any insight as to me, as a person. If you are caught up in the curve of my spine or the way light shines on my face…you will be missing out on the many facets of me.  The contents of my heart and depths of my soul have been growing and evolving since the day of my birth…this is where my Creator lives; and therefore is the most important part of me. Unless you are willing to peel back the layers of what makes me…me. The essence of who I am may very well get lost. How many people do we over look, daily…simply because they do not have the “look” we are comfortable with? We will glance at them and decide, based on some ill advised judgment that they are not for us. What a shame it would be to miss out on the experience of another because we have narrowed our perceptions of people based on what we have grown accustomed to. Some of the greatest messages ever conveyed have come from the most unlikely sources. How disappointing it would be to not be aware when your message is coming to you. A specific hair color and tone of skin does not define the contents of our hearts and when we believe that it does…we become the losers in the scenario. The experiences of others can be like road maps for us. They can relay the traumas of their lives and we can learn from them so that we may never have to know the pain first hand. Who is to say what venue will be used to relay the message of God to us?

  Does the home I live in tell you who I am? It may tell you something about my income bracket or about my taste in décor…but is that all you want to know? There is some information that you can get from my home…such as my social preferences; rural locales over urban neighborhoods, mountains as opposed to the ocean, a gated community over a cabin in the woods, a bus line over a skyline. You may see what brings me peace or what is important in my life…for example I may prefer the sight of basketball courts over the sight of horses grazing in a grassy field. You may be able to tell if I have an eye or wallet for high end architecture…or maybe you can just tell what was important to me at the time that I moved in. I, however, will go out on a limb and tell you that all you learned…was my address. And what if my address was a homeless shelter or a park bench? What would you know about who I really am by that discovery? Perhaps if all you were searching for was information to use to degrade me or demean me…you will leave satisfied; but even that is only a portion of a story and if you are content with that…maybe you weren’t ready to know me anyway.

  If you had knowledge of my religious affiliation does that tell you who I am; I can understand how you may think that it might…but I will gladly show you how that is not enough information. It is never enough to know how or even if someone prays or worships because we have preconceived notions and ideas about religious or spiritual people. For instance, if I tell you that I am Jewish and on Tuesdays…I only eat pancakes…you may think that ALL Jewish people only pancakes on Tuesdays, but is that true? Of course it isn’t. But we tend to think that all groups of people are exactly the same. But all Christians aren’t the same, some are more devout than others and some don’t even believe the same…this is true of most people and most religions and philosophies.

  We are not the same and while we use our differences to separate us…it is how we were created so it is also makes us the same. We are as alike and dissimilar as snowflakes. Snowflakes are the same…they are, after all, snow. But snowflakes, when closely examined are completely different from one another. Do the differences of snowflakes separate them? Do we not still make snowballs and fall to the earth making snow angels with those very different snowflakes? So with that example we can say that even though they are different…they serve the same purpose. We are exactly like snowflakes. God made us with the same elements…love and peace; and while we have similarities…bones, blood, and skin, we are still different. Does that make one better than the other? Of course not, the only difference is that snowflakes do not spend their existence pointing out the “faults” in other snowflakes…and we do.

  Do yourself a favor…the next time you are tempted to point out how different someone is from you…or you them…count your similarities too. We all have our own journeys to take and the one constant of truth in that statement is that our path will forever be illuminated by God.