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

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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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