Archive for hope
Repost for myself; as mine own worst enemy seems to be creeping in more often, here lately…… Do you battle with your own worst enemy too? If so, remember your best friend is always there to comfort you.
Thought for The Day: Have you hugged yourself, today? ~CordieB
This poem was inspired by a very, very good friend and confidant, who often shares with us her own worst enemy and her own best friend over at Just Paisley and Why Paisley . Also, a fellow artist, TekkieBrek, planted the seed for this poem with his beautiful artwork, shown in reduced size below.
Mine own worst enemy and mine own best friend…
an infinate circle of sainthood and sin…
have always been with me; from beginning to end
through good times; through bad times; thick and thin
Both have tugged at my soul since God only knows when. . .
Mine own worst enemy screams words of hurt and dispair…
then my best friend comes to my aide with comfort and care
she hugs me ever so gently; caresses my soul
whilst mine own worst enemy digs a dark hole
into the core of my heart creating disbelief
in the beauty of life; thus making it hard to concieve…
a life worth living; a love worth giving…
then mine own best friend again comes along
she kisses my spirit; sings me a beautiful song
of love and joy; bright sunny skies
she reminds me of the falsness of the hurt, pain and lies…
that mine own worst enemy so often spews…
she opens the funny pages in the mist of bad news…
Yes, she awakens my spirit and rocks me to sleep
as I moan, as I tremble, as I lay, as I weep…
She caresses my head; massages my tired, aching feet
Sending mine own worst enemy into a silent retreat. . .
where mine own worst enemy gathers strength for another blow
launching me once more into a wreckless, dispairing low
Yet, I endure with patient vigilence for the love within
to give renewed strength, courage and wisdom to mine own best friend . . .
~Written by CordieB.
This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830. Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one. I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope. Thanks, Tobeme!
From Lush to Love
In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush
resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush
life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope
so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table
the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled
In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine
stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line
She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized
Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised
she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn
so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend
so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line
she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine
he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace
to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place
she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart
as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start
he developed a positive out look on life and love
Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof
and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at the table…
the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled
Another Quote for the Day: Don’t let ’em steal your joy ~Sinbad
Quote for the Day: We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .
You may never touch us physically, but spiritually we are always in your grasp;
We are radiance and pure energy which so often make the children gasp
In awe of our beauty and the multitude of sparks
that twinkle and glitter in the dark from the fields, neighborhoods, and parks
You may gaze upon our radiance and make a wish or two
We may even understand you, as we very often do.
We gaze down upon your wonderment, as you look up to the skies
In a wishful belief and comfort that we can dry your teary eyes.
If we could answer all your prayers and your wishes make them true,
We’d simply tell you truthfully, all the answers lie in you.
We are here to provide you beauty, light, warmth and energy;
To aide you in a moment of escape from today’s imagery
To render beauty and calmness in the night amongst today’s mad, twisted twirl;
And to help you realize God’s creation is far beyond your small, small world
To remind you that you’re not alone in your troubles, wants and cares,
For many a child and man have upon us wished a trillion different prayers.
We would tell you it matters not so much your worldly false needs or desire;
For your needs and wants come and go; and no condition is so dire–
That it won’t pass as all does, you see nothing remains the same;
For every night turns to day; even we will someday lose our flame.
But it gives us great delight in knowing that we’ve encouraged you once more,
We shine to provide sparkle and energy which may inspire you to soar
To reach to us in aspiration and live each day with abilities to cope,
With each moment’s joys and disappointments with love, faith and hope
We ourselves wish that our light will give you guidance on how to live your life–
That you’ll in-turn love others on your sphere and always shine your love light.
That you’ll give a boost of inpiration to that man in grave dispair
Or to that child who is homeless, hungry; or simply needs someone to care.
That you will be a guiding light for aimless souls searching in the dark,
For someone headed down a dark path in life may only need a spark
Of love and compassion from you to boost start and point the way
To the wonderful, truthful realization that all is not in dismay.
So shine your light as we do and dream upon us if you wish.
But remember blessings are to be passed on; not to be kept–selfish.
If you want to make your deepest, intermost wishes come true
Take a closer look at self, and what is genuinely you.
Not external values, such as money, fame and passing romance
But what’s in the inside – what really makes you dance.
If you wish upon me tonight, I’d bet a million, trillion light years
That the time will come when you will no longer have the same illusionary fears.
Or false demands or needs for happiness as you think you do now.
And upon me you’ll have another wish upon your fretfull, sweet brow.
We would tell you a change in circumstances must always start with you;
You frame your life by your thoughts, beliefs, and all that you do.
We would remind you everything you need in this life has already been given.
The key is in accepting, embracing and love for the life you’re now living.
I’m sure you know the riddles’s answer, as the clues are quasars
We are objects of wishful thinking, we are simply the stars. . .
You are so wonderful just as you are right now! The stars look up at you!
Yesterday, I was saddened that Jamal, and many other young men and woman who have lost their lives to senseless violence, did not witness a historical moment in history. I was saddened they were not able to witness Americans thinking beyond racial barriers and casting their votes for positive change by electing Barack Obama.
Yet, on another note I felt a sense of renewed hope and faith. Not only did I feel it, I saw it. I saw a sense of hope, faith and love that I had not seen in the eyes of my brothers and sisters, my children, my neighbors, my friends and co-workers, in a very long time. From the wino on the corner, to the little old lady, to the beautiful young people, all of whom stood in lines in the rain, often for hours, I saw on their faces renewed hope, faith and love. I saw renewed hope in the eyes of those whose eyes have mirrored hopelessness for a very long time. I felt delighted that so many of us have been given a fresh dose of hope in a dismal time in America.
I am proud that America is finally moving beyond racial issues and striving to see people for who they are. I am proud that Americans are finally realizing that we need change in the administration, change in policy, and change from our leadership. We need positive change which incorporates, We, the People. Not We, the Rich People; not We, the Black People; not We, the White People, not We the Straight People, but, We The People.
I feel renewed hope that President elect Obama has the abilities to inspire Americans to stop thinking and feeling in the backward ways of divisiveness and hopelessness. I can see that Obama truly believes in what he speaks and that his love for humanity will be so contagious, that we all will catch it.
Just as hopelessness, hatred, and lacking faith is contagious; so is hopefulness, faith and love. I am positive that Obama will be the anecdote to the disease of hopelessness and hatred that was spreading across America in epidemic proportions. His spirit for humanity will sweep across racial lines, religious sects, city streets, country roads, and spread throughout the world. The essence of embracing humanity and loving thy neighbor will become so infectious that it will spread in pandemic proportions!
So even though Jamal and many others who have lost their lives to senseless violence are not around to share in the victory, I am delighted that there are so many others who are still here who will catch the love virus, spread it, and create a world where hatred may become eradicated and the communicable love virus spreads across America and beyond!
Into each life some rain must fall…
yet the sun’s out there throughout it all…
though shadowed by dismal clouds of rain,
the sun abides; it still remains.
So often in our minds, we can not feel
what we don’t see; though it is real…
So often we fail to recognize the fact
that through the storm, the sun remains in tact;
Her energy works with the storms of life,
to nurture our souls; withstand the strife…
to help us grow in God’s domain…
to make us strong, endure the pain.
Like when a newborn babe first breaks the womb;
Emerginging into light, quickly she blooms…
Into an independent being, from love begotten…
Thus, pain of passage is soon forgotten!
So when the rains falls heavily upon my face,
I embrace God’s nurturing, cleansing grace;
I see his love peaking through the clouds;
I feel her essense as rain enshrouds;
I embrace his power; when lightning strikes…
when thunder roars through darkened nights;
I hold my own, I understand…
It’s all part of an intricate, master plan-
I know the sun is still out there…
She’s got my back, she’s most aware! everywhere!
And when the morning comes to view…
She carresses my being; life’s anewed.
Like nature freshened by morning’s dew.
~Written especially for you! By CordieB
Embracing Life’s Allness, Courtesy of Cordie B.
Who is this Spirit named Desire
That heats our soul like burning fire?
Her sisters are Passion and Inspire!
I’m told her brother’s name is Hope;
And with these three we learn to cope
When we feel we’ve reached the end of our rope.
What is this Spirit- deep and purple, red
That quinches our thirst; our souls be fed
That in her vanquish; leaves us cold and dead
I’ve heard she’s simply a trick of the mind
That dulls reality; keeps us blind
of life’s true meaning for which we can not find
Without a Desire to learn the secrets of all life-kind
I am certain that Desire is real
I can’t see her; but I know I feel
Her presense in my every being
When I’m loving life and all its zeal
Once she almost vanished from my soul
I felt so empty; I felt so cold
I barely had the Desire to live
But she did not falter; in she would not give
And so Desire, she faught for me!
To grasp onto my reality and truely see
To Desire life enough to endure the pain
To Desire to love and inspire again
To Desire to help my fellow man
To Desire to hear the Robin sing
To Desire little things and the joy they bring . . .
To Desire to watch the children play
To Desire to see another day
To Desire to smell the lovely red rose
To Desire to play in the fallen snows
To Desire to feel the warmth of sun on my skin
To Desire to feel the breeze of gentle winds
To Desire to sing a beautiful melody
To Desire to write a poem or sometimes three
To Desire to watch the sun rise once more
From the sands of time on an open shore
To Desire to watch my lover sleep
To Desire to cry; To Desire to weep
To Desire to see the moon and stars
To Desire to one day see the the end of wars
To Desire to will myself to walk
To Desire to read; To Desire to talk
To Desire to cry; To Desire to moan
To Desire to sometimes want to be left alone
To Desire to shout; To Desire to sing
To Desire to embrace God’s love in everything
Oh yes! Sweet Desire, she faught for me!
Without Desire I would have ceased to be
As long as my true Desire is not for death
She will lend herself unto me in another breath
But one sweet day; I know not when or where
I will Desire to move from this life without a care
I will Desire to leave my body and move on free
To meet up with with kindred souls in eternity
I simply pray Desire will come along with me
Written for The Angel, Enreal – She often inspires my words through her words. Thanks Angel Enreal!