Of the Heart

With the ears of the heart,

Listen close! Listen close!

Hear the pain of the Other;

From judgment depart.

And with the heart’s eyes,

Can you see? Can you see?

How scars manifest

For to be recognized!

Let’s use the heart’s hands.

Could we heal? Could we heal?

Could we heal each wound

As each moment demands?

Oh, to live out of love!

Can we try? Can we try?

Is there hope that we’ll reach

The world we’re dreaming of?

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My Son’s Circles

My son walks in circles

Whenever he is free;

Yet such a silly thing

Is quite powerful to me.

The world is open for us,

Information to be found,

Yet most of us walk circles

With our eyes upon the ground.

But unlike my brave boy,

We keep our circles small.

As long as this is so,

Nothing will improve at all.

There are many folk whose circles

Were broadened very young.

Latin, Black, and Native voices

Had to learn the white man’s tongue.

Yet when the white is asked

To recognize that this is so,

They keep their eyes upon the ground;

Their circle will not grow.

I beg you now, dear Friend,

Fight to make your circle wide.

It won’t always be pretty,

But only then can all abide.

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Here, Alive

When the shadows overwhelm,

With the Inner Critic at the helm,

It’s hard to see the value I

Might have in someone else’s eye.

I assume the same is true for you,

When you don’t know just what to do

In the face of your own Self-Defeat,

The scripts you’re not sure you can beat.

When you at this steep cliff arrive,

Wondering if you ought to dive,

Know it’s not too late to thrive.

The world needs you here and alive.

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Heaven & Hell

A person needn’t die to see

Heaven’s Light or Hell’s debris.

In every word, with every deed,

We choose the kind of Life we’ll lead.

Hell’s fires light with words of spite

That keep us trapped in endless fight.

Yet if we can forgive and love,

What Life is that but Heav’n’s above?

You see, we choose our fates right now.

Sit back, observe, and you’ll see how.

It’s best that we remember this:

Eternity is in our midst.

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Hope is Power

Hope is power

In such an hour

When all our Love seems to be soured.

For Justice, fight

‘Til all is right,

Yet never let Hope out of sight.

Take hold of Joy;

Delight, employ,

That Hope may thrive, not be destroyed.

The road is long,

The rival strong,

Yet this is right where we belong:

Side by side,

By fire tried,

With Love as our constant guide.

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