After The Rain Drops

After the rain drops you will remember me,

Because you've seen my tears;

Covering the ground with shiny droplets,

Steamy asphalt and grassy sweetness. 

You will look up and see the clouds 

Hung above you like washed out mirrors; 

Reflecting back my sorrow with white patches 

You will remember me when the sun disappears.

When you see the pain you have caused, 

Through lack of kindness and painful words 

One day you will say;

“If I only get one more chance 

Instead of war I would declare peace.

Oh how I wish 

To Touch your face and wipe your tears 

To embrace you with open arms

I would make your rainy eyes sparkle

Lift the clouds make your heart shine.”

 

What would happen? I wonder 

If your confession came a bit sooner;

Before the rain poured

Before the tears dropped

Before it is too late to mend my broken heart.

 

All I can say now is remember me 

When you see the rain drops

Tell the story of the clouds 

How they gathered

How they turned dark

How they promise to never look back.

 

When you cause pain to your loved ones and take them for granted you may not see the pain they go through passed their tears. Don't wait until it is too late to patch things up. Sometimes all it takes is a

Sincere apology and a warm hug to push back the rain and bring the sun back.

 If you are the one who is hurting… May you find hope through him who will always love you no matter what as he promised to wipe your tears and give you everlasting peace.
 "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” Revelation 21:4


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Win The War

The whole world clapped,

All the stars cheered;

The big moon shouted,

You healed my wounded heart

Right from the start!

 

Here comes the beauty shining like a star;

She looked around to see who is near who is far.

Love controlled the stage, turning left turing right; 

With the kindest eyes, caring the biggest heart

No judgment inside, a smile so bright.

Good evening all equal!

Colors put aside, judgment moved to the back;

Let's carry the light, let's say no to the dark.

Caring is your sword, Love could be your arrow; 

Forgiveness at your sight, win the war on sorrow.

 

Be a brave soldier overcome your ego;

Show your love to others, until you see it glow.

If you act in fury it will ignite fire;

With deep kindness you could go much further.

Overcome hate with love, transcend in utter peace;

Benevolence Witness, be a shield for the weak.

 

"But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you"

Matthew 5:44 

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The gift I carry with me

Once I was given a gift I wasn't supposed to keep.

It was to spread my wings, and bring hope to the eyes that weep
Fly around the world, carry the broken hearted;
Free the prisoners of the head, Wipe the tears of the dead
Flood the earth with hope, cover the wounded souls
March around and shout how love really heals.


I kept the gift buried deep inside my heart;
I lived my own life, ignored the voice inside 
The gift that wasn't mine wanted to run away; 
It woke me up each day pointing toward the sky, 
And whispered try, try you must at least try.


You see those hands stretched 
Hearts wide open
Eyes that wants to see beneath a shaded soul 
Ears that hopes to hear words that last a while 
They are all waiting for you to spread your wings and fly 
Try! Please try, you must at least try.


We all have a gift that is given to us by the most high that is unique and personal in its own way; however this gift is not for us to keep. It is given to us to share with others, to stay connected, to exchange, and to enrich other people’s life. By sharing this gift we could really make a difference in some one’s life. Your gift could inspire, give hope, wakeup someone who is a sleep, free someone who is imprisoned or simply bring a smile to another soul. We are like the sun that gives warmth to others, the moon that gives light, and the rivers that quenches thirst. What would the moon be if it kept its own light all to its self, what if the sun hides its heat, and the river stops being a river? The point is when we keep our God's given gift all to ourselves we lose our identity, we lose a sense of who we are, and most of all we lose the chance to show others our visible love.


 
As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace:1 Peter 4:10

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

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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

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