I’m Reminded

I’m reminded of Eternal’s power

In the deepest, darkest hour.

Broken in the midst of sin,

Mercy shines Her light within,

Reminding me that all do break

And make a million mistakes.

If we would but remember this,

We’d be closer to the bliss

That comes when all are fully seen

And loved, no matter who we’ve been.

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Misdeeds to Flee

You are not what they say.

Well, you don’t have to be.

Why let their declarations

Be the word on you and me?

It’s a silly kind of habit

That helps us on our way

To write off and dismiss outright

The ones who go astray.

Yet when we take a moment,

It’s plenty plain to see

That the one’s who pass their judgment

Have their own misdeeds to flee.

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What I Decide

Am I the monster some might see

If granted glimpses into me?

They might say I’m “of a kind,”

Pass me by, and pay no mind;

Or given cause to raise a shout,

Make sure I know what I’m about,

Yet “they” are naught but static sound,

Critics who were not around

To see the changes I have made,

The ways I’ve grown, the price I’ve paid.

So let them their misleadings spout;

As for me, I hold no doubt

That, as far as I foresee,

I’ll be what I decide to be.

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Guard Your Peace

You won’t be liked and that’s okay;

Embrace your true Self anyway.

One can’t account for ev’ry voice

Before they fin’lly make a choice.

Speak what words are on your heart,

Or hold your tongue (a sacred art).

Opt in and out just as you please;

Let no one make you ill at ease.

The world outside will always spin

It’s lies, but do not let them in.

Dress and speak and live your Light,

And guard your Peace with all your might.

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Bothersome

If for your past they’re judging you,
Know they’ve no clue what’s really true.
They weren’t there to see your toil
As you cultivated inner soil.
They didn’t see you plant the seeds
Of healing thoughts and words and deeds.
They didn’t share in your shed tears
When looking back at wasted years.
They’ve no idea how much you’ve grown.
Let that be what you know and own.
If they can’t love what you’ve become,
Don’t let those fools be bothersome.

Love is Love

How can love be wrong or bad?

I find even the notion sad.

The parental brutality

In damning sexuality

Is altogether sick to me.

That’s not how you treat family.

Love does no wrong to other people

Love is not owned by state or steeple

If no harm is being done,

And if a person’s found “the one,”

Do we have to go erupt

Just ’cause their parts don’t quite “match up?”

Do you think that sex should be

Seen as it was First Century,

Even though it’s likely true

You think this way ’cause it ain’t you?

Until all love is celebrated,

The healing much anticipated

Will keep on stalling at the door

‘Til we’re not judging anymore.

Today’s Poem: Change

“People never change”

Is a teaching that’s so strange.

This phrase so often thrown at me

Avoids responsibility.

For if the worst of us can alter,

What reason have we to falter?

It’s nice to think that we’re all stuck,

The way we are, subject to luck.

It keeps us safe from harder tasks

Like taking off our social masks

Exposing all we bear within,

‘Cause God forbid we heal our sin.

So when another fool has stumbled,

We point, accuse, ensure they’re humbled.

For if all eyes are trained away,

Our weaknesses are free to stay.

So don’t write off “the other guy,”

Give empathy a chance, and try

To keep in mind you’re bound to fall.

So what you want, extend to all.

If it’s grace you would demand,

Instead of judgment, lend a hand.

Peace be with you!