Inside the Cemetry

Buried inside the rocks

Shut inside the heavy box,

Starring at darkness through the soil,

Listening to the quietness of my soul;

I was left alone to look back at my past,

To be my own judge and to cast.

Have you been feeding only your own flesh?

Were you buried under your own selfishness?

Were you the person you were supposed to be?

Lived a life that is worth to see

Did you do anything to change this world?

Or did you walk around uninterrupted

Taking the time God gave you for granted

Feeding your own ego as you wanted.

What were these hands up to?

Did they feed the hungry and give to the needy?

Or were they hard to reach and very greedy

Did they hold the hands of a broken spirit?

Or were they too busy rubbing a pocket

How much money did they give away?

How many people did they feed and carry?

What were these lips up to?

Did they speak the truth of hope to the hopeless?

Were they filled with wisdom and thankfulness?

How many people did they bless?

Or were they spitting poison and curse

Did they make others laugh or cry?

Did they tell lies and deny?

Faced with questions I couldn't answer,

I could only wish I have done better.

Laying down and starring at the dark,

I wanted to have my life back.

If I could only have a new start,

I would have made every day count;

I wouldn't be here haunted by my past.  

It  is now too late for me to do all that,

Regret is what I carry and depart…

“Earthly people are like the earthly man, and heavenly people are like the heavenly man.  Just as we are now like the earthly man, we will someday be like the heavenly man. What I am saying, dear brothers and sisters, is that our physical bodies cannot inherit the Kingdom of God. These dying bodies cannot inherit what will last forever.”

Corinthians 15: 49-50

The Soul

They say the eyes are the window to the soul,

I wonder what people see when they look through mine.

Do they see a soul that is troubled?

Broken in pieces and crippled

Or do they see a soul that is in peace?

Who enjoys each day with ease.

When I see through so many people eyes,

This is what I see from the inside;

A young soul that feels trapped,

Who is desperate to be heard.

“Let me out!”  She screams

“I am trapped!”  She shouts

“Please help” She whispers

The body ruling over her,

Ignoring her voice and hunger.

Day after day she prays,

Kneeling on her knees and wiping her tears.

Sometimes though it is rare,

I run in to an old soul that is in ease

It gives my heart a sense of peace.

When I look through this person eyes

I cannot move but stare,

I sink through them and glare.

It is as if my own soul knows

The peace inside them it shows.

They pull me in as if there is gravity,

There is so much energy and clarity

I dread to depart their company;

Each second with them is a journey.

Then I walk away and wonder 

What their soul thought of mine

What if my own soul is trapped?

What if my own soul is asking for help?

Only God could set my soul free

Only God could create the peace inside me,

But it is all up to me to surrender

So my soul could live in peace forever.

"And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both body and soul in hell" Matthew 10:28

Photo Credit: National Geography "The Afgahan women with green eyes", Floating Soul face book, writedge.com guided medetation

The Eagel

I the eagle a symbol of Strength and beauty,

I the eagle a symbol of freedom and authority;

I fly toward light; the sun can’t harm my eyes,

My enemies are behind me blinded by the sight. 

Deep in to the clouds I glide and soar,

I can fly and rise I am not afraid of the storm.

I get really excited when clouds start to gather,

I mount up and ride on the air current farther.

When you see trial and temptation,

You too must fly directly to the sun;

The light of God will blind your enemy,

You will get rid of sadness and worry.

Don’t be content to live with mediocrity,

Soar in the heaven far above the winds of adversity.

Fly the storm of life with great faith,

Don’t rely on human Support or consciousness;

Act like a child of God with great confidence,
everyhing is  possible when you are in his hands.

You are not made to be with chickens in barns,

But you are made to fly like me in heavens above.

Don’t feed yourself anything that is dead,

What enters in you determines your strength;

With Prayers and praise develop your wings,

Sharpen your vision understand his words;

Fine-tune your ear to obey God’s voice,

Destroy evil and fly high from your sins.

"They that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."   Isaiah 40:31 KJV

My Flower

I don't know if it was an accident, Or if it is a destiny

I don't know if it was a dream or reality

I don't know how I found you, or is it you who found me? 

May be you walked through a flame of fire and you cut through the forest,

I might have crossed the river and flew from a different content;

Somehow and some way, 

You came in to my life one day.

You walked  in to  my heart unexpected,

It was very calm and uninterrupted;

When I looked up I saw us holding hands,

I turned around and I was under your arms.

I didn't have to ask who you are,

Or did I need to know where you were.

My soul felt at home when I looked through your eyes,

I was in peace when you whispered through my ears.

The warmth of your hands reminded me of my favorite season,

When you hugged me I felt protected beyond reason;

I longed for days I see you face to face.

When I finally saw you I wished the hours would never end,

I hope there will be many more days to come my beloved.

I want us to grow like two flowers next to each other,

Blooming each day feeding their cents to one another;

I will be your water and you will be my sun,

We will cry together when we need the rain.

I will take out any weeds that is keeping you from growing,

And I hope you return my love by taking out mine.

"Come my beloved let us go forth to the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine has budded, whether the grape blossoms are open, and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love. The mandrakes give of fragrance  and at our gates are pleasant fruits, all manner, new and old which I have laid up for you, my beloved." Song of Solomon 7: 11-13

Credit: Paintings by Bereket Mamo  www.bereketdecor.blogspot.com

Waiting for you to notice me

Why do you keep asking and praying?

When I am the one who is waiting,

Waiting for you to notice me

Just for a moment to look at me.

Why do you look at me?

But you can’t see me

You stretch your arms,

But you can’t touch me

You keep asking one question

Over and over and you wonder.

I am not sure what you are asking,

I found you and you found me;

You are the one who kept hiding

You pass by me you pass through me,

But never took the time to notice me.

May be one day you realize

How much I loved

How much I cared

How I tried and how I suffered

How I wanted to be notice.

Which one are you? Are you the one who is doing the ignoring or are your the one who is waiting to be noticed? While you don't want to force love, you also don't want to ignore it when it comes on your way. 

If you are the one who has been doing the ignoring it is time for you to look around and find out who that person is and try to give that person a chance. (Obviously this doesn't apply to people who are already in a relationship)  If not be honest and let them know not to waste their time on you...tell them to move on. 

If you are the one who has been waiting to be noticed, maybe it is time for you to let go of that person; because if they never take the time to notice you, they may never will and life is too short to be wasting your time on someone who doesn't care about you. In some cases that someone may not even know you exist. Invest that energy on someone who would appreciate your value. Remember you are more than a shadow, you are created in the image of God, you are worthy of Love. 

"God's will is for each of us is to experience the joy of  Love. He did not created us to be alone but to find fulfillment and joy in relationship with one another." 

"Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: For love is as strong as death, jealousy as cruel as the grave; its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters can not quench love, nor can the floods drown it." Song of Solomon 8: 6-7

May your song of love be as sweet as the Songs of Solomon . Happy Valentines! 

The Ladder

In my dream I dreamed of a ladder,

Excited I asked myself and pondered

Is this the famous Jacob ladder? I doubted.

Wishing and hoping to repeat history

Wondering if God chose me to see his Glory

I looked up to see the gate of haven

But, God was not on top of the ladder

There were no angels to encounter;

It was Just a simple stepladder I climb up every day,

It was my own life I lived day by day.

So, I had a simple talk with the ladder

Though I knew it would not give me any answer.

“Every day I am trying to climb you up

Every day I hold on to you so tight

Afraid to let go and enjoy the scenery

I want to get to the top, I worry.

Sometimes I am afraid of falling,

Sometimes I am afraid of dying;

Why can’t I enjoy each step?

Why I am I focused only to get to the top?"

I should know each step is a journey,

Each step is a way to my destiny,

Each step makes me who I am today;

Each is step I passed is my history.

If I rush and get to the top,

I might miss what is really important.

I may not see the angels going up and down,

Or worse,  I may fall off and never see God on the crown.

I may never know how you are attached to the ground,

And how you reach the haven by the power of the unknown;

From now on I will enjoy your every step and blessing,

My life will be filled with singing, and rejoicing.

" Then he dreamed, and behold a ladder was setup on earth and its top reach to heaven; and there the angels of God were acending and decending on it... Genesis 28:12

Credit:  Paintings by Bereket Mamo http://www.bereketdecor.blogspot.com

Adam and Eve

When Adam awake from a deep sleep,
Eve was  standing on the cliff
Admiring the heaven and taking a deep breath.
He didn't know who she was, but he felt his heart skip,

His first instinct was to give her a big kiss,

Not wanting to scare her, he decides to speak.

Still laying on the ground he said hello to her,

When she smiled and said hello, heaven starts to spin.

Overwhelmed by his feelings and the beauty of God’s gift,

He got up and walk toward her hiding his heartbeat.

He asked for her name, she said her name was Eve;

Her voice was like music, he couldn't speak but weep.

Then he  looked through her eyes to tell her how he felt,

But she run away and hid playing hard to get.

After looking for her for so many days and nights 

Excited by the chase and his animal instincts;

Adam declared his love, unable to wait.

“I think of you by day, I think of you by night,

Every minute I have every second I got.

The moment I laid my eyes on you, you took my heart and hide 

what else can you call this except love at first sight.

I don’t know what to do should I just let you go?

How can I know for sure unless you tell me so.

Sometimes I am so sure we share the same feeling

Sometimes I am afraid I am just imagining.

I wish you would tell me I wish I know your heart,

I can’t go anywhere I feel really stuck “

Eve finally came out and also confessed her love

She never loved no one, he is the only Man.

She told him the story, the part of her dream

From the day they met to the reason she is here.

They kissed, and hugged and laughed, they both looked at the stars;

They shared each other tears, they shared each other hearts.

Valentine’s Day is around the corner and whenever we discuss the subject of Romantic Love the first love story that comes in our mind is Shakespeare’s "Romeo and Juliet". We often forget the very first love story that was written is actually in the bible, which is the Love between Adam and Eve. If only it was written in details of how they fall in love and what they really said to each other, it would have been the most romantic story ever written. After all Adam loved Eve so much he was willing to eat the forbidden fruit that got him in so much trouble...This poem is my version of their love story, please share if you have one…Happy Valentine’s.

“The Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and he took one of his ribs and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the Lord God had taken from man he made it in to a woman and brought her to the man.” Genesis 2: 21-22

Dreaming of Heaven

I was dreaming of heaven here on earth,

The Garden of Eden that took away my breath.

The river flowing, the wave glistening

Trees were clapping, watching the leaves dancing;

The wind whispering, branches swaying

Sunflower and lilies, Roses and daisies;
Filling  all of heaven with the  most amazing cents.

The colorful air, the sparkling sunshine

The smiling stars posing to take pictures

The sun and the moon, holding each other hands

Butterflies and birds playing seek and hide;  

Lions and kangaroos standing side by side

Beautiful angels singing and  praising God.

The sky was colorful  there was no more clouds

Love was on the air, hate was hard to find.

No Man was starving, nobody was homeless;

No child crying, no women were weeping.

There was no more thirst, there was no more hunger;

There was no more sickness there was  no more Anger.

It was  very peaceful, there was only laughter;

Everyone was  happy enjoying  each other

Singing and praising God, the heavenly father.

Then I looked and I heard the voice of many angels around the throne, the living creatures and the elders and the number of them was ten thousand and ten thousands of thousands saying with a loud voice: “worthy is the lamb who was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing.  Revelation 5: 11 

The Artist

I must tell you my deepest secret,

I am an artist who likes to paint;

Using love as my brush,

What you call life as my canvas.

What colors I mix? It does not matter,

As long as it have a good texture;

To add some to it a good character.

I create something that is in my heart,

Making it warm and somewhat bright;

Sometimes I like some shading,

Other times I add some lighting;

Stroking love erasing pain,

Using colors like happiness,

Avoiding hatred and selfishness.

Where ever my mind goes, my hand follows,

My heart is in charge it knows.

I touch, I feel, and I smell the paint,

Using my senses to create;

Getting lost at the moment,

Not knowing what will happen next.

Color theory? Sometimes I use,

But other times I skip all the rules.

So go ahead and give me the empty canvas,

That will take my talent Just the way I am.

I am a great artist, but I am not perfect,

I am creative and  very passionate;

I am not common, I am different.

Don’t try to change the way I paint,

Just accept and take me with all my talent.

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge  and if I have faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I am nothing. 1 Corinthians 13: 1-3

 Paintings by : Angelina Cordinez, Megan Duncanson, Elizbeth Weber, Billie Colson

The answer to my "why?"

I asked God …

Why there is so much human suffering?

Why children go through so much grieving?

Why people get away with murder?

Why innocent people suffer?

When is this going to stop?

How are the helpless supposed to cope?

Why is this world so filthy?

So much sadness, so much misery,

Contaminated by people;

People who care only about themselves

Who cause pain to others,

Especially to children

The helpless of the helpless.

How can this people sleep at night?

How can they face the day light?

When pain looks at them in the eyes,

When suffering screams in their ears;

When fingers point at them on the face,

And say "Look how you ruined my life!"

Then he answered…

Your Job is not to ask that question,

Because you may never know the answer,

And I will handle this so much better.

Your job is to do what you can,

To help the helpless one by one;

To do your part to care for others,

To show everyone kindness,

To hug to comfort, to reach for their hands;

To be there for them when times are bad.

Your Job is to love others my child,

Let me do the judgment, let me be God.

" And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Then who he sat on the throne said, "Behold I make all things new." And he said to me write for these words are true and faithful. And he said to me " It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be my son. But the cowardly unbelieving  abominable , murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their parts in the lake which burns with fire brimstone, which is the second death." Revelation 21:4-8

Photo credit: Ipadwallpapers, holdingtearsblogspot.com, 

Tell them

Tell them how I wanted a house
A place I can call home,
It is not only a shelter;
But a human heart I can go under.
A hug I can count on,
A touch that would say I care;
A shoulder I can cry on,
Just someone my friend;
Just someone I would feel at home.

Tell them the sleepless nights,
The days the sun never comes out;
The weeks that drugged too slow,
The hours that dreads to go;
The darkness I feel inside,
How many times I said to myself;
Can someone show me a little light?
A little love my friend, a little hope.

Tell them how I looked brave on the outside,
But deep inside I am still a frightened child;
Who longed to have a real mother,
Or somewhat a mother figure
Who tells me I am safe and loved,
Who tucks me in bed and holds me tight;
And tells me; sleep tight, sleep well my child.

Tell them how many times I wash my self
to get rid of the dirt in my head,
How I am forced to have shower after shower;
In order to mask the stench in my mind,
How I feel dirty deep inside,
Covering myself in creams
Drowning my body in perfumes,
But the smell exists only in my imagination
It is the burden of memory that weighs me down.

You may say why should I tell them
Can’t you just tell them yourself?
Here is the reason why my friend...
I have no voice so I can't speak,
I may look alive but I am dead;
From years of suffering and pain,
From loss of love and loneliness;
From anger and human cruelness,
I am not alive, my voice is shut;
But I want the world to know about my past.
And so they could do something to change the fate,
The fate of others who suffers like me before it is too late...

I was inspired to write this poem after reading a book called " The road to lost innocence" by Somaly Mam  A true story of a Cambodian women who became a prostitute against her will and millions of women and children like her as young as a 5 and 6  years old who suffered unspeakable acts of brutality and  witnessed horror that would hunt them for the rest of their lives...there must be something each of us can do to change the fate of this children and women...please go to www.somaly.org to find out how you can help or to purchase her book I mentioned above.

Tears, prayers  and love to this beautiful souls...

"But you, O God do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper for the fatherless." Psalm 10:14 

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