To every woman who has borne a child, to those who have offered hearts of love to children in need of tenderness, you have my undying gratitude and respect. More than anything else, those who nurture children are heroines of the super denomination. God bless every one.
How is one exact, But Also outside, in doubt? The mind is never A closed system, It knows those things, But It allows room for fault. Variables inject deviation From what seems inevitable, This present; what we, as humans Know Here is subject to unmaking. Change is a complete Norm, though norms, might Be terms to use most Sparingly, Because difference is Encountered in everything. Each creation of God – Is fashioned unique; All We see, know, are, have, Is individual, ours here To experience within The sampling being We Are and constant construct. When we awake, rise, We are like the day, beginning Anew, potential Envelopes Us in endless possibility, Loved, creative, free. Nothing is beyond our Capacity to learn, But Scattered uncertainty Grows wild as weeds in Gardens of delighted insight A misstep, an accident, Suddenly, We are gone – All we gathered, amassed, Lost as if, We never even happened.
When you feel When you are real When you willingly reveal The truth of things You are going through You transmit the depth Of your self, your soul, To those who meet you On the page, the stage, In life as the living goes. Everyone present becomes, Knows the reality, creativity, Emotion and reason Flow and grow beyond Illusion filling the senses Overcoming restrictions With the boundless force Of everlasting love; Differences drop away Everyone opens themselves All who are, meet, are one. So be courageous when you Perform your acts of devotion Allow without concealing Be authentic, be you, Be alive with the love That reveals precisely who you Live the freedom to be. Never hide how much you feel The depth of all the caring, You are a gift to lift the lives Of others who are here, humanity.