From the bondage of violence,
Which keeps you enslaved,
Emancipate your mind from hatred,
Which keeps the joy of loving at bay,
Open up your hearts to love,
For where there is love,
There is no hatred,
No hostility, no getting even,
And violence and crime,
Can not survive!
He drank in the sweet scent of her perfume,
And momentarily it chased away his gloom.
He was afraid to look into her eyes,
Afraid that he would not be able to accept the truth.
He had hurt you bad, there was no excuse,
He could tell her the other girl meant nothing,
But she would never understand.
He had betrayed her trust,
He had broken that sacred bond,
And she couldn’t see beyond that.
Yet he hopes she will forgive him,
This male egoistic part of him,
That felt it as okay to cheat with another woman.
Stolen waters may taste sweet at first,
but it leaves a bitter after taste.
As oft we moan and groan about our broken hearts,
Of the love we had and lost, of the one who was insincere,
And whose promises and words of love were false.
Yet there are those who have never loved,
Who have never known what it is like to have
a broken heart,
Some whose lips have never been kissed,
Who have never had arms to hold them tight,
Who have never felt the touch of a gentle caress,
Or experience the ecstasy of another body next to theirs,
The womb that never bore a child,
The breast that never suckled,
What is it like to go through life without once being touched?
Some wait and wait to find the perfect someone,
That never ever comes along,
Wasted years, waiting for something that doesn’t exist,
Some wait for that perfect husband,
To give them that perfect child,
A glimpse of him eventually appears,
But alas! It is too late because the childbearing days are gone,
So there still remains that uneven equation,
And the feeling that something is missing.
We live in an imperfect world and there is no such thing,
As a perfect someone,
For those who have never loved,
There is no missing something you have never experienced,
And though it may seem safer,
Is it really happier not to love,
Than to love and have your heart broken?
Not necessarily, because there will be no good times
No memories to cherish, no one to reminisce about,
No experience to guide you,
What is it like to have lived and never loved?
Footprints in the Sand
Last night I had a dream. I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonged to me, the other to the Lord. After the last scene of my life flashed before me, I looked back at the footprints in the sand. I noticed that at many times along the path of my life, especially at the very lowest and saddest times, there was only one set of footprints.This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it. “Lord, you said once I decided to follow you, You’d walk with me all the way. But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.” The Lord replied, “My son, my precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of suffering, when you could see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”
The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mood of happiness, but in allowing happiness to
change its form without being disappointed by the change; for happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up.–
Charles Langbridge Morgan