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Creator to created we came into being.
Image to image, yet each unique.
Individual to individual we are the children
carrying within His precious gift of love
being free to plan and pilot our own course.
It will not be an easy course on smooth waters.
There will be high seas and rough weather,
but there is the promise of final success.
A guarantee we will make it through
for we are eternal as our Creator is eternal.
We will learn to gain faith by believing.
To gain love by giving love in all situations.
To receive compassion by being compassionate.
We will learn to not judge nor condemn others,
but to celebrate the differences of those unlike us.
Though we may possess knowledge and wisdom,
we will remain humble to all we meet,
understanding they are a part of our Creator as we
greet them with patience and peace in our heart
willing to forgive all with loving kindness.
When the lessons are over we will be anew.
By giving our life in the service of others we
become closer to our Creator who gives us everything.
His heart to ours as we grow to become like Him,
being a child of whom He is well pleased.
All I needed was to be needed,
so I would awkwardly try to please,
doing helpful tasks to be greeted,
but, my efforts only got me teased.
By all odds, I wished to get on line,
I wanted to laugh, and sing their song,
but my attempts were treated as whines,
I was so not destined to belong.
So I quit trying to please others,
stopped waiting for them to accept me,
began to realize their druthers,
was enlightened it could never be.
Alone, I searched a different way,
a special life sculptured for myself,
it must be honest and laws obeyed,
no common stroke, borrowed off the shelf.
Somehow decided to just be me,
to follow my heart and my feelings,
to live my life and let others be,
there couldn’t be any fake dealings.
Preferred to go where the wind chases,
and high water leaps in briny foam,
I saw weird people in strange places,
learned odd ideas wherever I roamed.
I gathered fast winds in my pocket,
Ocean waves rippled ‘neath my red boots,
I rambled with the ancient prophets,
but, I’ve no longing to plant my roots.
Holding knowledge of eternity,
I sought to put wisdom in my life,
we humans need a fraternity,
founded on sweet harmony, not strife.
I gained knowledge, but savvy, little,
my journey brought questions, few answers,
life is ultra complex, and brittle,
truth be known by fortunate chances.
I now will listen to others views,
consider them as good as my own,
read and analyze the breaking news,
my obsession be the great unknown.
Apprising my needing to belong,
I’m quickly accepted where I roam,
passers wish to acknowledge my song,
many faraway lands I call home.
Emerged satisfied as my own man,
belonging to All-That-Is Oneness,
love “all others” has gained a new fan,
filled with compassionate abundance.
“I AM METH”
(This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm!)
My Name: “Is Meth”
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your
children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I’m easily found,
I live all around you – in schools and in town.
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child’s closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there’s one you know best,
I’m sure you’ve heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you’ll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie,
You do what you have to — just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms,
your lungs your nose.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your
pride, I’ll be with you always — right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and take, till you have nothing more to give
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned – this is no game,
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind,
I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you’ll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master, you will be my slave,
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to HELL.
If you care enough, please forward this profound poem
and share the deadly outcome of this drug that is
killing our young people and even our old.
