Morning Blessing and Today's Thoughts

Gracious Creator/rix, Who lives within Me,
Help me to understand Your ways.
Guide my feet as they trod Your path,
And keep me safely out of harm's way.
Teach me to trust myself, my inner child, and my instincts,
For I am a product of Your Creative Force;
And by my very existence,
Form an important part of your Universal Plan.
Make my life not a test,
But instead - a joy.
And speak to me through my intuitive nature,
So that I cease to see my whims and fancies
As mere frivolity.
Let me view them, instead, As what they are -
An important part of who I am
In Your World.
So mote it be.

There is a child a child so fair,she sits and wonders why doesn`t anyone care.

She has the bruises and long golden hair,a beautiful baby with angels around her,and she ask why doesn`t anyone care.

She is a a bright one with all her A`s she studies hard in hopes someone might love her one of theses day`s.

She say`s look mommy and daddy I have a good grade with fear in her voice she is afraid.

She knew it was coming and wondered if she should,it is to late they have a hold of her braid.

Slammed down to the floor and slung against the wall this little angel has lost it all.

No hopes nor love from family at all,she is gone now with the angels she will have it all.

Enjoy!

Lisa Simpkins

Hi Kathy,

How perfectly sychronistic that you ask for poems today.  Today is the 4th Angel Date, the anniversary of my son's passing in 2003.

Yesterday I received a poem from a friend in Ireland - Soleil is her name.

When I read the poem, I cried.  I asked her if she wrote it and she said that she heard the poem whispered in her ear by my son Brian.  I cried even more.

I have created a new lens in memorial for my son and included this beautiful poem here: 

http://www.squidoo.com/griefandbeyond/

The poem:

MESSAGE FROM AN ANGEL
 - whispered by my eternal son Brian into the ear of my friend Soleil
 
I fly among the clouds on wings spun from gold
Your unconditional love I will forever hold.
 
I know how much you love, and I sure love you too.
And each time you think of me, my arms will surround you.
 
My stay with you on earth was short and so brief,
And I know my parting caused you sorrow and grief.
 
As much as I love you, mom, I hope you understand,
That an angel came from heaven to take me by the hand.
 
Whenever you think of me I’ll fly to your side,
And you will always know that I’m your heavenly guide.
 
So bless you, my dear mom, my special friend,
The love we shared together can never really end.
 
Distance cannot separate the bond we shared together,
For we are just as close, our love is forever.
 
So please know mom that I watch lovingly over you from above,
And hold you close in my never-ending love.

Hollow

Ode to Hallow who died peacfully in 1985

I am Hollow, I am a hawk.
There is a time I remember,
It seems so long ago,
I flew free and high over the mountain tops
The wind under my wings would lift me up
I could see the world around me.
Now I can barely see at all
A White Man shot me down
No reason I can think of
Now I have to be given my food.
I no longer enjoy the hunt.
I may not be able to fly free now
But I can dream
I can dream.

A R Minckler

Life's Ride

I am Indian Proud and Strong
For freedom I still Long
To once again roam the Lands
To look and search and find the Band
I set off on my Life's Ride
To stand again with my own Tribe
Life is hard I do agree
But once and for all we cannot flee
We are homeless no family, like the lone wolf
Now we must come together and stand to make
our own pack
Once again we must make our own tracks
To throw away white man's roof
To Ride again upon Four hoof
It is time we make a stand
TO let the white man know
GIVE US BACK OUR OWN DAMN LAND!

Amy R Minckler