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They Are Looking

They are looking

searching for the one,

the one and only.

Their hearts are open 

listening, watching

hoping that one day soon

they will meet this one.

There are many who know this one

who could go and tell these seekers all about

how to know this one, this only one

but fear

cripples

causing those who know

to keep away

to keep the secrets to themselves

to not go

to refrain from relating closely.

But those who desire to know

keep on looking, searching

seeking for the truth,

desiring to be set free

from all that weighs heavy on their souls

aching to know and understand the peace

that He, the one, the one and only, can give.

As they look and keep on looking,

He comes to them

in dreams and visions

revealing Himself

as the one and only one.

They have no doubts that it is He.

No other comes like He does.

No other has the gifts to give.

Everyone who seeks will find

even if those who know

stay away.

 

Le Christ du silence -- Odilon Redon

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NOT FOR SALE

A sign needs to be put up

not sure which one would do

perhaps

"learn to fish and to recognise fish

before beginning"

would be good.

Perhaps you will think it funny

but

it happens frequently

fellows come online

thinking

that I must be swimming

around in this giant ocean

hoping, praying

that

I'm there to be caught.

I don't think it's really funny

these fellows going fishing

with less than themselves

no weight do they carry

except for similar stories

but they put out their lines

trying to fish

for beauty

more than anything.

I think it is funny

that they forget which fish can be caught and eaten

but

they don't take much notice of such things at all,

they still try to catch

whatever they can

with as little trouble and skill

as possible.

I'm not sure

if its funny or not

but these fellows are so similar

and are here

in a space, an ocean,

designed for other things.

 

 

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My Rose (2)   

I remember her with tears in my eyes  
because she left a big hole in my heart and life  
no one ever cared for me like she did  
no one totally human, that is.

I remember the last time I saw her standing

waving goodbye to us.  
We had hugged just before,  
a beautiful soft, cuddly hug.  
I didn't know it then, but I did ask the question,  
"What would it be like if that was the last time I saw her  
standing waving goodbye?"

I remember now that it was the last time.
She was standing among her flowers  
beautiful but with a quiet loneliness
surrounding her.  
I lost her so quickly.  
She had not wanted to go but was prepared.  
I sang to her when she was flat on her back
unable to move,  
the days before we knew there was no hope, no waking.

I remember her

with tears, with smiles
 still with a hole in my heart

no one will ever be able  
to fill this hole the way she did.  
I can accept that  
and be grateful  
for having had such a wonderful mum.

 

Our Walk -- Claudia Tremblay