Blessed to be feeling well
Blessed to have time to write
Blessed with my family
Blessed to live in freedom
It’s these seemingly little things we take for granted
That affect us so much
They don’t scream at us
They whisper very softly
It’s when we lose these things
That we notice how important they are
Anytime I want to complain
I ask myself what I’m thankful for
I remind myself of the little things
And listen very carefully
December 4th, 2019
Sometimes I forget I’m fifty five
After all what is age but a number
I think what matters is how we feel
What our attitude is
How open to learning we are
How much joy and contentment we feel
What we are doing with our lives
If we’re sharing our gifts with others
Youth does not need to die
It can be transformed
Matured
Our minds are as sharp as they ever were
Our curiosity the same
Our need for adventure still alive
Our ability for being of serving others
Perhaps more
So, why do we worry about getting older?
December 3rd, 2019
Heartache
Sorrow
Feelings of guilt
For breaking someone’s heart
Tears
Flowing from her eyes
Down her cheeks…
When she thinks
She has no more tears to cry
When she thinks
She’s felt enough pain
When the future looks gray and cloudy
And the sunny days are long gone
What can she do except hang in there
What can she do except take it one day at a time?
The pain feels unbearable sometimes
But she has no choice but to go on
November 20th, 2019
What is the color of injustice?
It’s midnight black
And like the darkness of the moonless night
It wraps itself around you and starts squeezing
Injustice like a black cloth blindfolds you
And wrapped around your mouth, silences you
Injustice like a rope
Ties your hands behind your back and restricts you
Injustice is the thief that steals the light
Temporarily
But the darkness of injustice
Will give way to dawn
That day will come
November 2019
When I go through hard times
There are so many questions I ask myself
Why?
Why now?
Why again?
Didn’t I learn?
Why didn’t I see before what I see now?
Are there any good answers to these questions?
The answers are blowing in the wind
As the song says
The answers are illusive
My head becomes a jumble of thoughts
And it’s hard to make sense of it all
I can’t stop asking these questions though
I need clarity
Sometimes I need to accept the pain even though
I don’t have good answers to my questions
Sometimes all I can do is take it one day at a time
Or one hour at a time
Sometimes all I can do is to lean
On my friends and family for a while
I may never find the answers
But I will surly survive this painful experience
November 22nd, 2019
When you stop people from talking
When you close the schools down
When people can’t go to work
And the nation comes to a stop
There is something that’s not right
Something that can’t be explained away
In this age of communication
There is something wrong if you don’t let
people communicate
The seeming peace is a mirage
The embers are burning under the logs
Fire can still erupt from those embers
If the conditions are right
It’s not silence when you cover someone’s mouth
It’s not freedom if you don’t let people talk
November 17th, 2019
Thinking of the people of Iran
Sometimes in life
You have to live with uncertainty
And wait for clarity
Sometimes this depends on the people around us
Whose decision affects us
Certain questions don’t have a yes or no answer right away
The answer could be I don’t know or maybe, I’ll tell you later
How does one deal with uncertainty?
Perhaps through faith in the people around us
Those whose decision will impact us
Perhaps through prayer
Perhaps through resignation
Accepting things as they are
In any case uncertainty is part of life
November 15th, 2019
Whether we complain or not
The snow will return each year
If we complain
We just create bad vibes and unhappiness
One has to learn to live with the cold and snow of winter
We all go through it together
Experiencing the challenges
And everyday that passes
We are one day closer to spring
I may change my mind in February
But for now I’ll remain optimistic
November 11th, 2019
The trees have spread their fall carpet under them
They are inviting us to sit with them for a while
Look at the beauty of nature and
The amazing colors, a feast for the eyes
They say let’s look back at the summer
What did you enjoy?
What was hard?
They say let’s look ahead to winter
The season of hibernation
We can still do a lot in those cold months
They say let’s think about right now
The blessings we have
How far we’ve come And then they thank us for visiting them
And staying for a while
October 16th, 2019
Is eternity too long to live
After we leave this world?
Will we get bored?
What are we going to do with all that time?
Eternity is very long
Will we have things to do, places to go, things to see?
They say we will be spirits
But what does that mean?
Why all this secrecy about life after we die?
There must be a wisdom in it
That we’ll only then find out
October 30th, 2019
Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s
‘Because I could not stop for death’
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