Acceptance

THE AMBLANCE IS ON ITS WAY

We all heard the siren while on the road that day.

We all immediately slowed down…pulled off the road

there was an ambulance on the way.

 

And I thought to myself:

it isn’t likely 

the person hurt…

is any one we knew

but how wonderful 

everyone instinctively 

allowed the ambulance to go through.

 

We had no way of knowing if the person hurt

was black 

or white, 

if they were 

a muslim, 

a jew 

or gay.

We only knew someone was in trouble 

and there was an ambulance on the way.

 

And I wondered:

if we knew the person hurt 

was black

or white, 

if we knew they were gay

a muslim, 

or a jew 

would that have changed the way some of us reacted…

would we have still allowed the ambulance through? 

 

And it made me long for a world where we don’t care 

if a person 

is black 

or white, 

where we don’t care 

if they are a muslim, 

a jew 

or gay

A world where we treated everyone 

as if

 

the ambulance was on its way.


A DREAM IF YOU WILL

When we open our eyes to the world we can see her beauty everywhere.

from the colors of the trees to the birds that populate the air.

 

When we open our eyes to the world and see the beauty she imparts

We can’t help but feel joy in our souls and love within our hearts

 

When we close our eyes to the world…some of her vibrancy fades away

We begin to see the colors around us in quite a different way.

 

When we close our eyes to the world…we no longer see the beauty she imparts

We allow prejudice to touch our souls and hate to invade our hearts.

 

I believe our eyes all start out equally…free to see beauty everywhere…

urging all of us to feel the joy…and love that floats upon the air.

 

Sight is a fragile sense, however…and so easily we can lose it

depending on those around us…and how we’re taught to use it. 

 

But even if we’re taught in such a way our eyes become impaired…

There is a silver lining…for sight can be repaired.

 

Which leads to a hope…a dream if you will…that one day all our minds will be free

that prejudice will fade into the past…when we are again taught how to see.

 

When we again open our eyes to the colors all around us 

again look out on the world and see

the beauty in our differences…

 

the beauty in our diversity.


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Letting The Bird Out

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Poems.

Willing at the start

We believed we were ready

But the insecurities came flooding in

 

Like a bird let out of it's cage

Flying high, soaring low

Damage was being done and I didn't know

 

Feelings were felt

Confused and without direction

Unrewarding activities occurred

 

Awkward the days became

Further pushed away

All intuition was lost at sea

 

When it was new

It was exciting

But there wasn't worth to be found

 

Freedom was dangerous

When abused,

You could lose all

 

The unexplored will remain a mystery

Acceptance of that is the key

Glass Stains

Looking out the window

For miracle to be told

Radio hummed even heavier

As headlights headed north

These things bound to roll:

No more than before

No less than to come

 

Looking glass stains my eyes

For miracle to be told

Wind strummed even flatter

As the road headed higher

I hoped to hear once more:

Something has gone

Something has come

 

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The Difference

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Haiku

There is letting go,

And then there is giving up.

Oh so similar.


There is acceptance,

And then there is cowardice.

They are different.


There is foolishness,

And then there is bravery.

You will know after.

"Accept"

Folder: 
Quotes

by Jeph Johnson

 

Acknowledging something
Is not the same as
Agreeing with it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2012

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I Choose Love

If I am free to choose the person I can be
Then I choose love and kindness, love and compassion, love and generosity.

I choose love and happiness, love and acceptance, love and beauty in all I see
I choose love for every creature on the Earth...love for all my family.

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Final Stage

Disgust, anger, fear, denial, reason, acceptance, denial, acceptance, effort, total acceptance, disappointment, release, rebuilding. 

 

My love for myself must far exceeded all the misguided love I put in you. 

You were my happy space, my blue sky, my lover, and my confidant. 

But I wasn't your jack of all trades in love. 

For so long you were more important than me, to me. 

Then you hit the eject button on our roller coaster of love.  

To my rose colored glasses just as we were getting to another straight. 

In front of me, a hard, I meaneed diamond to safety scissors hard place. 

Behind me, the rock that held Excalibur. 

I had my hands prime to free that sword for so long...

Little did I know it would soon become the weapon lodged deep into my heart. 

My king of a broken kingdom...How fitting is that title?

I thought I failed my son by allowing his vision of a 2 parent filled home to be snatched away. Should have tried harder but that takes two to tango.

Little did I know I was filling his eyes with deception and terrible renditions of a happy home. 

All bad? No not at all. 

No scars or abuse, as it would seem we just forced a round peg in a square hole at the wrong time stamp.

Trips down memory lane? Sorry we don't go that route anymore. 

You made it look so easy, and that ease killed me even more.

If I am ever to rebuild this dynasty it must be on new ground. 

The foundation we once had turned into a sinkhole the size of the Grand Canyon. 

We constantly defend ourselves against the other until we ended up on the attack without conscience effort. 

No fears my heart is trying to get the grand opening sign back up and lit. 

My mind wants to believe in a world that wouldn't just make me view love from a cage. 

No desperation here I can and will wait on my King! 

Until then I will clean my castle and fine tune my Queenly charm, so that it is ready to greet him royally upon his arrival. 

 

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It's alot and it's a bit of babbling, but it's my heart open for display. I loved, lost, and wish to love again one day much later. This is my healing process. 

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Not My King

He is a creation of my making. 

I carried him protected him within my person until the day of his birth. 

Once here all my childish wants and affairs stopped. 

I can't go out tonight my son comes first. 

Can't sleep all day my son comes first.

If all I had to do was watch him explore the world all day I would be at peace.

He knows how to push the limits, but he doesn't know any better yet so I guide him. 

I couldn't imagine anything being more important. 

Nothing comes before him.

Not a friend or family member no matter how close.

This is now my responsibility to cherish, teach, and defend. 

Anything that would draw away my attention, or ability to provide for him must be cut off. 

I could never write him a rain check. 

I would tear down any wall separating me from him.

Our distance causes me distress. 

Not to discredit anyone else but as for me he is priority number 1. 

It's ok to have a life and fun outside of being his parent but I realize that is only temporary. I could never part with him for any reason.  

Anyone who would have me try isn't worthy of his presence. 

I barter and compromise with no one on his safety or care. 

By this same token I will train my child up on the way that he should go. 

With patience, discipline, and love. 

A model citizen after my grandfather and father. 

Pouring into him the information on how to avoid the mistakes of my past, whilst knowing he must make his own future.

I can't hold his hand forever, and some days I may have to simply witness as he falls. 

It is my job to nurture and build his ability to love.

All the while making sure he has plenty examples of real love.

I am his mother, not his queen. 

He is my prince, not my king. 

One day he will have a woman and family who needs his full attention.

When I am sure he is secure in his decision to work is done. 

I will always love him and guide him when asked, but she will be his new number one.

She will care for him, inform him, and be his help mate for this new stage of life. 

And I will enjoy the fruits of their love from my new position in life. 

He will always be my baby boy, but he is destined for more than my watchful eye. 

My prayers will cover him when he is out of my sight, and likewise when he reunites with his rib.