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Day 4: Honesty, Trust & Communication

Walking blindfolded, but I have trust
In the arm and voice that guides me

Without sight I see the soul
My eyes cannot lead astray

Focused on her words, her thoughts, her heart
A key to communicating is revealed

Speaking openly, I too address some feelings
Fear fades, understanding is felt & peace resides

In it all, honesty is offered willingly
To grease the wheels of this beautiful friendship

These three bring safety, security and love:
Honesty, Communication & Trust

~ My eyes were opened just a little more today Em. Thank you!

Day 2: Service

picture books for unmet kids
dishes done together
open ears for lonely hearts
smiles changing weather

Boiled down, its pure intent
A goodness for mankind,
With one and one united
There’s a joy in life to find

a peach with dripping goodness
sandy shells with pearly tint
sharing hidden spiderwebs
a picture of innocence

Honest words give service
An honest heart does too
Thus your gift of kindness
Has drawn me close to you

~ luf ya Emilyon

The Boy & His Bike

There once was a lad ‘o long time ago
His bicycle, to be sure, was grand
The whitewalls were sturdy, the breaks in their prime
No equal did it have in the land

One sinister eve the man and his bike
Decided to challenge the law
Thought he, ‘If I’m quick, ‘ol Trixie and me
Can run and never be saw…seen.

So along sped the boy, no lights on his bike
‘Till past the old mounty he rode
With the speed of a puma he jumped in a bush
Then scurried back to his parents abode

Nervous and timid his conscience did wax
And his father no help tried to offer
Lessons must be learned, my boy needs to know
That transgressors in this life never prosper

So in his heart the boy pledged change
A new being he aspired to be
He’d teach the world not to ride lightless at night
For him, the choice no longer binary

Time rolled on and the boy upright grew
His accomplice in crime even turned a new tire
Now a father with kids, he taught them so well
Until one day some kids toyed with fire

A boy dropped in and asked out his darling girl
A biking date was planned and set
So the man took his cycle and patched up a hole
The streets hadn’t seen the last of ‘Ol Trixie yet

With a smile the man gleamed and hoped in his heart
That ‘ol Trixie would keep them from sin
Alas, his life goal, was shattered in two
When he asked if in the dark they had been

It was true, their bike ride was without lights and outside
And reminded him of his day in the bush
And just like him, they too felt the guilt
And decided ne’er more the law to push

The moral seems clear, but please lend me your ear
And indulge me as I utter and moan:
When the sun’s gone down, there’s no place in town
As safe and as lighty as home

by a nighttime rider

Captain or Crew?

Life keeps coming
I greet it and smile
Yet each moment, all the while
Divvying my finite time

Unorganized and unaware
I’m tied to my commitments
Passenger status replaces commander
I’m now captained by my life

Time set aside with friends
To pull my thoughts, to meditate
Refreshes and brings a light,
A semblance of ownership again

Goals are important once more
Attention daily spent on realignment
While many things fall
Many things begin to fly

Orchestrating my destiny
Falling on my knees
Keenly aware that I am not my own
Enlightened from above

Impetus: The Messengers, Season Premiere

The Messengers: Week 1

10 people put out on the Skid Row for 24 hours. They are meant to gather insight into the world of the impoverished. Some greet them with angry voices. Others find in these temporary visitors friends. Either way, they will return to their homes after 24 hours. No, they may never know the full extent of those on the streets. No, they may ne’er come near the broken heart of the lonely…no, not only lonely, but the chronically so. However, their voices can return to “another land” and carry with them power. Will they do so? Were they touched enough to invoke change in their hearers? Could they bring back with them power to move me?

Several touched my heart:

  • ROBERT RUTHERFORD
  • DARRYL VAN LEER
  • CORNELIOUS “SEE” FLOWERS

Afterthoughts:

I look upon you and I think…
I think I know your world
But I see your world through me
The world I see is me

Is there another truth
A truth that exists outside me?

Do you see ME as I am?
Can I see YOU as you are?
Let’s try

K.A.