Write a poem about: A Tree

Sometimes we don’t recognize our own strength until we look back over our lives and realize that we’re still here!

I’ve been through what seems like hell and back, and I’m still here, but not just me, my people too; my ancestry

The deep dark truth that hangs from silent trees-seemingly existing only in books, movies and memories- twice removed

Shades of mahogany, chocolate and vanilla swirled with mud and tears of resistance

Seeds planted in forbidden soil have grown into unmovable trees

Resist us!

Resist us?

Fighting from resist-stance

Arms held high, hands wide open and visible yet they still shoots us

Branches on this tree, the blood of you and me only in the books, movies and memories twice removed

Confront Pride and Apologize

Ever notice that we are usually the offended and NEVER the offender? We often deem ourselves in the right to receive an apology and very FEW times realize we have wronged, hurt and even BROKEN others and therefore need to make things RIGHT….

Acknowledging this undesirable truth about ourselves is not easy, but it’s necessary, if we expect real healing to occur-for us and the other person.

Time-out for just sweeping our wrongs under the carpet and ‘moving on’.

Being humble enough to sincerely say ‘I’m sorry’ or admit to being wrong is not always easy, but broken-chains and FREEDOM will be the result.

How many good friends and family members have we lost?

How many celebrations have we missed?

How many victories have WE FORFEITED, just because we’ve failed to confront our own pride and Apologize?

#JustAQuestion #SomethingToThinkAbout #PleaseConsider #GodHelpUs #GodHelpMe

Think, write and get lost

Many times, guided by ur human nature, we tend to feel the need to always have the answers, the need to always have solutions or reasonable explanations to what is, what is not and what lies in between. As we learn more and more, we should realize that we know less and less. This realization may not cause us to have any less conviction in the “why” section of the way that we choose to live our lives and where we have committed our faith. We should be, however, more open-minded in our understanding of how other people live their lives.

I would like to somehow (temporarily) live outside of this body, float outside my thoughts and experiences only, and really see what it is that makes up our complete existence, that, however, is an impossibility. Therefore, I try to see people as a big picture, not just as an action or an in-the-moment choice, but as the perpetual result of their experiences, understandings, actions.

Our world is changing daily and as we speak, what has been stated as facts and absolutes are now deemed as options and mere possibilities. We are afraid to state as a matter-of-fact who we are and what we believe, when years ago, the basis of how we lived our lives was hinged upon those very declarations.

I wonder, where has the very root of these changes even come from? Who had thought to question the way life is lived? Was it someone just poking around to be different and to go against the grain, or someone in deep search for their truth outside of the norm? Are these questions a battle to be fought, or a wave to be caressed and rode out into the next phase of life? Are we as a human race leading ourselves into a greater realization of who we are and what we were created to be or are we exposing the frailty of our existence toward self destruction? Becoming our own gods-our very own creators. People with thousands of problems and twice that number in answers-yet no solutions, still no solutions.

Perhaps one day we will confess that we do not know it all and that, just like you, there may be a teeny tiny chance that we ourselves have missed the mark, too.