Favorite Poems I Like #7: ” With Every Rising of the Sun.”


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With every rising of the sun

Found on Pinterest on 10-24-16. Thich Nhat Hanh.

Think of your life as just begun.


The past has shrived and buried deep

All yesterdays-there let them sleep….


Concern yourself with but today,

Woo it and teach it to obey,


Your wish and will. Since time began

Today has been the friend of man….


You and today! a soul sublime

And the great pregnant hour of time.


With God between to bind the twain,

Go forth, I say, attain, attain.



“When we allow ourselves to be consumed with anxiety about the future, we rob ourselves of the precious moments of today, and the blessings each day can bring.    We can become blind to what is good and lovely. For the sake of our souls, we must    focus on the good or else we will drown in our despair.”





Transcendence In Nature.


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The sun was bright                                           

Found on Pinterest on 2-23-17. Vladimir Volegov. Volegov.com.


as I headed out the door

into the gardens

out front.

It had been

a long time

since I spent hours

talking to the flowers,

precious moments spent

in visualizing each

tiny stem that curved

up from young, green leaves.

I see a rose-bud opening

up in the sunlight.

It’s tiny head nods

in the early summer breeze.

It’s deep pink color 

stands out from all the rest.

I lean down to whisper                       

Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-8-16. Facebook/Roses.Images.

to the lovely rose,

“Thank you for giving

your life to me.

You give me joy.”

I kneel and spade gently

around the rose-bush.

I inhale its fragrance,

and take time to water

its roots growing

deep in the warm soil.

I am aware of the blue sky,

the warmth of the sun’s rays,

and a sea of flowers, 

waving their heads at me.

I feel the oneness that comes

in the presence of something

greater than myself.

I whisper to the wind,

“All is well, all is well

with my soul.” 1



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Nature Gives Respite For The Spirit.


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When I was just a girl of eight,

I stretched out flat upon the ground,

And on my back I saw the world

With a blue sky, heard natural sounds.


Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. Days of grace-cherie.


I felt my soul fly out of me

And land on top a soft white cloud.

I embraced the universe

And heard an angel laugh out loud.


All around me Beauty breathed

And blew sweet hope into my chest.

She wrapped me in serenity, 

And gave me a much-needed rest.


The scent of sweet tender leaves

Moved gently through the tall oak trees.

Found on Pinterest on 6-13-16.

The smell of Honeysuckle blooms

Drifted across the morning breeze.


I saw one-hundred flowers dance

And lift their faces to the sun.

They smiled and bowed their heads in prayer

And gave thanks to the Holy One.


In me there grew such ecstasy.

It blew the storms of life aside.

It gave me respite for a day

And brought back hope that had died.



Favorite Poems I Like #6: “If I Had Known.”


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” I love this special poem for many reasons. It reminds me, we are all more alike than different. It also reminds me that we have the same needs, dreams, challenges, hopes, fears, and that we all have had losses, experienced pain and sorrow, have tasted joy, love, and we fear the uncertainty of life. 

I realize, deep in my heart, that fate has a lot to do with what happens to us, as well as resources, inborn traits, and environment. I want for others what I want for myself, my children, my friends.  I don’t do good to be rewarded by God. I do good because my childhood opened me up to what could happen to anyone.

Evil exists in life, but so does love, goodness, and human kindness. The kindness of others makes a difference in so many lives. Without kindness, the end results would have been different for those with few resources.

I know, without a doubt, I would not be who I am today without the kindness of others. Some people changed my life in a minute, others in a day, or longer, but they all enabled me to become a teacher, a counselor, an advocate for others, a good mother, wife, sister, friend, and neighbor.

We need kindness now as we struggle with morality, religion, politics, discrimination, lack of civility in society. Jesus knew this long ago when He summed up the whole purpose of life with the words, ‘love your neighbor as you love yourself.’ Kindness does matter.”         Yu/stan/kema



If I had known what trouble you were bearing;

What griefs were in the silence of your face;

I would have been more gentle, and more caring,

And tried to give you gladness for a space.

I would have brought more warmth into the place,

   If I had known.


If I had known what thoughts despairing drew you;

(Why do we never try to understand?)

I would have lent a little friendship to you,

And slipped my hand within your hand,

And made your stay more pleasant in the land,

   If I had known.



Life’s Lessons Can Be Harsh.


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He came down from the mountain,

with power and strength in his stride.

His face was tired but joyful,

as he released  the tears inside.


Found on Facebook Timeline on 8-1-16.

His Spirit had been walking

with the wind that swirled around him.

The smell of Mother Earth clung

from his skin as the daylight dimmed.


He had walked to the summit

to see the River below.

God said, “Your life is not over,”

“There is still time to grow.”


He buried his past behind him,

and followed the trail down.

He moved with the grace of a leopard,

his feet not making a sound.


He built his home by the River.

He gave God’s love from his heart.

He wanted to share his values

with others from the start.


He believed others would see

his internal wealth.

All he really wanted was

acceptance for himself.


He trusted the goodness of others

He let his guard slip away.

He was shot in the back with an arrow.

He died later that day.


They buried him near the summit,

where he longed to roam again.

They said he died friendless,

but he loved until the end.




I Will Sing Alleluia To My King.


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“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”


Found on Pinterest on 11-13-17. ecogentleman.com

I sing so that others know,

Even when the strong winds blow, 

My Faith rests in Him secure,

And I am able to endure,

The darkest night of the soul,

For He alone can make me whole. 


“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”


Even when my body breaks,

Or my mind makes a mistake;

Or my soul gives up on love;

Or I’m no longer sure of,

Which way I want to go,

I still know He loves me so.


“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”


I may die alone in life,

Have days full of bitter strife,

Be forgotten by a friend,

 And lose my heart in the end.

Still I’ll know despite it all,

God will know I stood tall:


That I tried my very best,

To pass each and every  test.

I tried to love my neighbor well.

I sought to rise each time I fell. 

I gave to those who were in need.

God will see I lived my creed.


“I sing, I will sing,

Alleluia to my King.”




Accountability In Living.


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The threads of life are woven

Through the corridors of time

And often bring changes 

Without reason or rhyme.


Found on Pinterest on 2-9-16..Loring Scarrow. Kindness in the Workplace.

Past mistakes are useful

In learning right from wrong.

We can use such weaknesses

To make our souls strong.


The days we are given

Remain a mystery to us.

We decide how we live.

We pray for righteousness.


Our past can be a prison

If we focus on what’s gone.

We need to move forward,

And find things to build upon.


For God holds us accountable

For the hours we spend

On earth loving others,

And the message we send.





Learning A Lesson About Pain.


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In my early childhood,

I learned to swallow

the terrible sounds

of my own sorrow.


Found on Pinterest on 2-10-16. Zara.

I thought If I denied

these painful feelings,

I could prevent the

brunt of Life’s stings.


But all I did was build

a pile of my emotions,

and believe the lies

of past distortions.


I could not bear to touch

my tears that fell like rain,

so I locked them up and

refused to feel the pain.


If only I had learned

to let go peace by piece,

I know that over time, 

this pain would cease.


Choosing Good Over Evil.


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The reasons we give ourselves,

for doing the things we do,

no longer amazes me.

People find incredible ways

to justify abuse and neglect

they take part in rendering. 


Manipulation becomes a tool

we use to obtain a pre-set goal.

The goal becomes the focus and

we lose sight of how it might

impact the lives of others.

Desire over-rides our shame.


Over time, we blind ourselves

to the hurt and pain in others

when we choose to discriminate,

rather than accept differences.

We seek hatred and war,

not compassion and peace.


We avoid the essence of

other human beings and

we forget they have a soul.

They bleed from wounds

we cannot see and cry tears

 that stay within the heart.


Yet we can choose to become

that which God  made us to be: 

Made in His own image,

a force for good,

full of love and acceptance,

and reflecting God’s peace.






Favorite Poems I Like #5: “She Walks In Beauty,” by Lord Byron.


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” When I was young, I never appreciated being a woman, and I suppose that was because I never had a good role model. Back when I was growing up, men were seen as intelligent and were idolized more by society in general.

I was fortunate to have lived through the Women’s Movement, the Women’s March in D.C., and the “I Too” Movement. I worked with two good women who were wonderful role models. As a result, I am proud I am a woman. Lord Byron wrote a poem about a woman. It describes many good qualities that women possess: Beauty, grace, tenderness, sweet expression of thoughts, purity, calmness, peaceful mind, and love that is innocent. The following poem is now one of my favorite.”    -Yu/stan/kema-


She walks in Beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.


Found on Pinterest on 3-9-16. Lorilynn 15.tumblr.com

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.


And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!