Feeling For You

Though I don't suffer the way you do

I’m hurting now just the same.

And though my troubles may be few

I sit here feeling your pain.

For you it's a physical anguish

while my heart it pangs with sorrow.

Praying that your pain it might vanish

hoping for you a better tomorrow.

If only there was something more

I could do to brighten your day.

It might offer you a little comfort

and chase any blues away.

So if even for just this one moment

a smile can form on your lips.

My job will be done with some pain forgotten

and our hearts will start doing flips.

Ministering to One

Ministering to one

or ministering to many

really makes no difference as

without the one

there aren't any.

When the help is needed

is for only just one

we shouldn't let that halt us or hinder.

In your heart it's appeared

and the pathway's been cleared

this time it's your job to help.

Whether body or soul

there's a need to be made whole

that's what your ministry's for.

So hungry or cold or empty of spirit

when this person's been given to you

there comes one simple fact

it's time now to act

a special blessing is waiting for you.

Why Should I Bother

Am I here for myself

or here for another?

Why should I help,

why should I bother?

It's not like I'll get paid

there's no profit for me.

At least not on the surface,

there's just nothing to see.

So why would I do this,

give to others with needs?

They're not pleasant like flowers,

they seem more like the weeds.

Homeless and dirty,

sometimes they stink.

But are they really so different

or is this just how we think.

For the most part they're hungry

often not of their faults.

Our economies failed them

hoarding riches in vaults.

So what are they supposed to do,

die of starvation?

It's not really that hard

to aid their bodies salvation.

But where's our return

just what do we get.

Actually it's a feeling inside

that you'll never regret.

It's their thanks, their smiles

their appreciation for what you've done.

It will touch you down deep.

A feeling that can't be undone.

This feeling we'll have

when we've helped one another

will convince us our aid

has been well worth the bother.

The Dreamcatcher

Yesterday though gone

gives to us tomorrow.

It has formed us who we are

old experience we borrow.

It's the dream that takes us there

which must live within our heart.

Without it be caught today

we'll never get the start.

To love all others must be the goal

to this end we cannot shirk.

Once there we'll actually have the proof

the Dreamcatcher did it's work.

Will Equality Ever Come

Whether Martin, Malcolm
Jack or Bobby
there will never be but one.



These men were few
their dreams were great
their jobs did not get done.



Taken too soon
by bullets all
killed for their beliefs.



Equality would have to wait
will it ever come?



Will another arise
to carry the torch?



Will someone continue
to beat equalities drum?



If by chance it does one day
and all are viewed as equal,
brotherhood could finally come
we might start living peaceful.



As we look forward to that day
there's something we all can do,
treat each other equally
spend some time in another's shoes.

Might Mistaken for Power

The mighty stand tall

staunch and steadfast.

To their beliefs they are loyal,

committed unto the last.

Anchored as the mountains

standing tall as the trees.

Unaffected unwavering

by the strongest of breeze.

But is this real power,

does might have control?

By it's presence alone

does it fit the role?

Real power it seems

draws its strength from its beauty

the ability to lead

others onto their duty.

Through charisma and love,

the respect that is shown

your life can be made rich

and you'll ne'er be alone.

The riches you'll hold

in the palm of your hand

will come from giving of self

throughout the land.  

A Circle To Avoid

Desire

greed the covetous of others

drives us unto jealousy

cultivating thoughts of

hate

for the lack we have

poisoning our minds and soul

displaying our

ignorance

of contentment

of life and loving-kindness

fostering a

fear

which forces us to try to prove ourselves

telling us we need more

increasing our

desire

This Silence Is Too Loud

The voice is held,

the pen is stilled,

the night will not soon pass.

My heart it pounds

while tears abound

as time finds its impasse.

The Prison Of Fear (part 2)

Keeping the prison of fear without folks

would be hard as to count a moving bicycles spokes.

As many go round thinking only of self

not caring for others, leaving respect on the shelf.

They end up with enemies instead of new friends

forgetting the needs that their life recommends.

The stress they create robs the peace from within

giving them thoughts of paranoia and chagrin.

Embarrassed and fearful they collapse on themselves

driving them ever deeper inside of their shells.

Their hearts hardened to others as if it were stone

only to find themselves completely alone.

The loneliness found in these prisons of fear

brings an ache to the heart an from my eye brings a tear.

Is there nothing to do, can we not force a change

I’m afraid there is not as it's out of our range.

They must make their own choice if they want to escape

their prison of fear to life they'll reshape.

The Prison Of Fear

There's a life that is lived

in a prison of fear.

Within it there's no joy

that is what I hear.

In a prison of fear

life seems to stand still.

That is what I hear

it brings on a great chill.

Life seems to stand still

without moving on.

It brings on a great chill

my freedom now gone.

Without moving on

my hope would be fleeting.

My freedom now gone

my heart would be bleeding.

My hope would be fleeting

in that prison of fear.

My heart would be bleeding

someone please sound the all clear.

In that prison of fear

I do not wish to die.

Someone please sound the all clear

before my life passes by.

Giving Brings Receiving

Giving brings receiving,

how is that you ask.

It's really not that difficult,

it's quite an easy task.

A meal to someone hungry

a coat to one who's cold.

Might seem to you no help at all,

but to them it won't grow old.

They'll see that you have tried to help

and gone the extra mile.

With their thanks the magic comes

you'll find that inner smile.

So when you come upon the needy,

set aside your pride.

For as you bow to help them up

you'll feel so good inside.

If We Were All Alike

Our lives are unlike others

in fact they're our own.

It's good that we're not all the same

or how would we be known.

If we all looked and sounded alike

without our own little quirks.

Mistakes we'd make while with our friends

could make us appear as jerks.

You could be thinking it's Harry

while you're talking now to Jim.

Sharing all those common memories

that mean nothing at all to him.

It's not only in the way we look

but also the things that we like.

For without these differences that we have

we'd be eating the same things each night.

You see if we all really did think the same

we would suffer a limited view.

Without that encouragement from one another

we'd never try anything new.

Our lives would just continue

day after day.

Each one then being repeated

just like it was yesterday.

Be glad for all of our differences

and happy we're not all the same.

For if we were as this poem points out

our lives would truly be lame.

What Have We Done

Left by the wayside

the children did suffer.

Many because their parents

were huffers.

But parents weren't only

the ones bringing illness.

Society and greed guilty

because of their stillness.

The lead in the paint

asbestos in walls

wreaked havoc on health.

These folks had big balls.

By placing their stature

and profit first place.

Caring not for the people

their coffers they'd grace.

Even now when they see

kids that they've left behind.

They do nothing at all

as they choose to stay blind.