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Saturday, 30 March 2024

THE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE by Tahlia Hunter

"THE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE"
by Tahlia Hunter

“People in your life

are like passengers on a train

who come and go

at different stations.

Some are strangers,

others acquaintances,

and others, relatives, friends or lovers

who you may wish to remain with you always on your journey.

And when they have reached their stop

and it comes time for them to leave,

you may feel that they are leaving too early

and take it personally when they must go,

feeling that maybe if they could see how perfect you were together

or you had more time,

you could prove to them

that they should stay

and choose to be with you,

not realising that it is inevitable that they leave,

for your paths were only ever meant to intersect

for that moment in time

however brief it was

as they have their own path they must follow.

And they are not on the wrong path;

you are simply on different paths.

And their path in life

is not for you to know;

it is only for you to love them

as best as you can,

while supporting them on their journey

and trusting that sometimes the universe takes certain people away from you

on the path to bringing you where you’re meant to be.

And though it is beautiful when they stay,

it is also beautiful when they leave,

because sometimes you will meet someone so special to you

that after meeting them,

you are no longer the same

as you have been transformed for the better

and they have helped you to see life through new eyes.

And though you were not meant to travel the entire journey together,

you share the same ultimate destination

and will one day be reunited.

And in the meantime,

you may trust that for the people

you are yet to meet on your journey,

you will meet them

when you are not looking for love.

And though there are people

who when you look into their eyes,

it feels like you have known them for a thousand years,

this means that you must also have known thousands of others,

and that you are still to meet thousands more.”

*****

Words by Tahlia Hunter

https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

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THE THREE REMEMBRANCES by Tahlia Hunter

"THE THREE REMEMBRANCES"

by Tahlia Hunter

"The first time you remember them,

you feel nothing but emptiness,

for you are mourning the loss of one

whose absence can never be replaced.

The second time you remember them,

you feel nostalgic,

recalling treasured memories

of precious moments shared,

with the person you so loved

who is no longer physically there.

But the third time you remember them,

you smile,

as you only feel love.

For you know in your heart that only love is real:

All else is a temporary experience.

And they have never truly left you,

for they remain with you always in spirit.

And you know that you were so lucky and blessed to have shared those precious moments with them while they lasted. And they will feel lucky watching over you as you go on to experience many more.

And they would not wish to see you remain sad,

but for you to experience every single joy and miracle that life has to offer

and celebrating your life

is the best way to celebrate them.

And reaching this moment

may take a week, a month, a year, or a lifetime,

but with every breath you take and smile you muster,

you are one step closer,

and one step closer to being reunited with them."

*****

Words by Tahlia Hunter

https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

Artwork by Christian Schloe Digital Artwork

YOUR LIFE IS LIKE A PHOTO FRAME by Tahlia Hunter

"YOUR LIFE IS LIKE A PHOTO FRAME"
by Tahlia Hunter

"Your life is like a photo frame.

As people choose to enter and exit your life,

the photo contained within the frame changes.

You may wish for a certain person from your past

to remain with you,

as you have a snapshot in your mind

of a single moment in time that you shared

that was special to you.

But you must remember

that your memory of them, while precious

is not an accurate reflection

of who they are capable of being in the present,

for if they wished to remain in your life,

they would be there.

And you must not let their presence

or absence overshadow you,

for they are not the main person in the image,

and so you may choose to let them go with love

and shift your focus from them back to you,

trusting that though the people in the photo may change,

your vision of love will always remain.

And remember that your future holds so much more than your past.

And you must not focus on what has left

but on what will take its place

and the new beautiful, positive memories

that you are yet to create

for the best is yet to come,

as no one can ever truly take away your happy ending

as it is never dependent on another person,

but on you.”

*****

Words by Tahlia Hunter

https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

Artwork by Catrin Welz-Stein

HOW ARE YOU by Becky Hemsley

"HOW ARE YOU"
by Becky Hemsley

“What time will you get in tonight?

Text me when you’re home

Be careful if you’re driving

Or if you’re out alone

Shout me if you need me

Or call me anytime

Hey, remember when we did that thing

And laughed until we cried?

Take a coat, it’s raining

Or shelter here with me

Let’s watch your favourite movie

I’ve made your favourite tea

I saw this and I thought of you

It really made me smile

Just checking in, I hope you’re well

I know it’s been a while

Have some fun at school today

But wear your hat - it’s cold

And look the road’s got busy now

So here’s my hand to hold”

We always hear and say these things

But rarely do we see

They’re just lots of little ways

Of saying what we really mean

See, if you listen carefully,

You’ll hear them everywhere -

All the messages of “I love you”

“You’re important” and “I care”

******

Becky Hemsley 2021

Gorgeous image by Lisa Aisato

'How are you?' is from my second collection - What the Wild Replied

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WE ONLY EVER GET JUST THE ONE LIFE

"WE ONLY EVER GET JUST THE ONE LIFE"
(author unknown)

I counted my years and found that I have less time to live from here on than I have lived up to now.

I feel like that child who won a packet of sweets: he ate the first with pleasure, but when he realized that there were few left, he began to enjoy them intensely.

I no longer have time for endless meetings where statutes, rules, procedures and internal regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved.

I no longer have time to support the absurd people who, despite their chronological age, haven't grown up.

My time is too short:

I want the essence,

my soul is in a hurry.

I don't have many sweets

in the package anymore.

I want to live next to human people,

very human,

who know how to laugh at their mistakes,

and who are not inflated by their triumphs,

and who take on their responsibilities.

Thus human dignity is defended and we move towards truth and honesty.

It is the essential that makes life worth living.

I want to surround myself with people who know how to touch hearts, people who have been taught by the hard blows of life to grow with gentle touches of the soul.

Yes, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry to live with the intensity that only maturity can give.

I don't intend to waste any of the leftover sweets.

I am sure they will be delicious, much more than what I have eaten so far.

My goal is to reach the end satisfied

and at peace with my loved ones

and my conscience.

We have two lives.

And the second begins when you realize you only have one.

Dancing with yesterday by Joanne Boyle

"Dancing with yesterday" by Joanne Boyle

The hot summer days

and hop scotch at night.

Playing hide and seek

under an old street light.

Dancing with laughter,

to the music of fun.

Playing tag with friends

the chase and run.

Two balls on the wall

as they bounced to a tune.

Keeping with the rhythm

and not a beat too soon.

Our jazz band sticks

all covered with tape.

A tennis ball on the end,

with some tassels to drape.

A game of chequers,

marbles and cats eyes.

An old skipping rope

with so many tries.

A Mother shouting

when it's time to go in.

A sibling hiding

behind the old dustbin.

A bath on a Sunday

before school began.

Deciding who went in first

before it was ran.

Winceyette sheets

under a cotton throw.

A bedside lamp

with a cosy glow.

Caring about everything

yet nothing at all.

Dancing with yesterday

when I was small.

*****

Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art by Steffi Krenzek

HIS PROMISE, THAT SUNDAY IS COMING

"HIS PROMISE, THAT SUNDAY IS COMING"
by (author unknown)

“He received 39 stripes because 40 was known to kill a man. They wanted him alive. They held handfuls of his beard, and hair and pulled it out by the roots. They wanted him alive. They kicked, punched, and spit on him for hours. Until there wasn't a single spot on his body not covered in blood. They wanted him alive. They shoved a crown of thorns down on his head so harshly it stuck in his skin. They wanted him alive. After hours of being beaten, mocked, whipped, flogged, and tortured they made him walk with a cross. They made him carry it. A rough piece of wood with splinters digging into fresh wounds. They wanted him alive. They wanted him to feel every ounce of pain they could bring. He had to feel it in order to heal us. Crucifixion was historically one of the cruellest most tortured deaths a human could face. Hours upon hours of torture. Torture most of us can not mentally think of because the cruelty isn't normal. It isn't something our minds can comprehend. We celebrate Easter with pastel colours, happy children hunting eggs, and chocolate. Truth is there was absolutely nothing happy about the day Jesus died. It was cruel, bloody, and nasty.

He could have stopped all of it. He could have called every angel in heaven to demolish every person standing and shouting "Crucify Him!" He didn't. He knew in order to have a Sunday you have to have a Friday. He knew in order to have joy you have to carry your cross. He felt everything that day. He felt how your heart broke wide open when you had to watch your baby die. He felt how heavy your life was when you were staring down the barrel of a gun wondering if the man you called husband was going to shoot you. He carried the weight of the burden you have felt since your spouse died and life just doesn't seem right since. On that cross he held the rapist and murderers, the sinner and the saint. He levelled every playing field and said ALL of you are worth it. He knew he had to carry the cross. He never promised the cross you carry in this life would not be heavy. His wasn't. His promise is that Sunday is coming.

No matter how burdensome Friday feels—financially, emotionally, mentally, or physically—Friday is burdensome. That cross is weighing you down, and you are on the brink of crumbling under its weight. His promise was simply this. He won't make you carry it alone. What kind of king would step down from his throne for this?

Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God did. For you.

He did every bit of it for you and me. Oh yes, it is heavy. So heavy sometimes you do not think you can take one more step. But look up, because Sunday is coming.”

Friday, 29 March 2024

ANGELHEART by Rossela Marie

"ANGELHEART"
by Rossela Marie

I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.

I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.

I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,

You were thinking of the many things and memories of me.

I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.

I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.

I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.

To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...

in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning

and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to me.

Written by Rossela Marie

Artwork by Márfy Art, Gabriella Márfy

THE LITTLE GIRL STARTED TO CRY by Joanne Boyle

"THE LITTLE GIRL STARTED TO CRY"
by Joanne Boyle

She waited Patiently for her turn,

to be delivered down to earth.

To bring someone joy and love

by the miracle of her birth.

She had went to God and asked him,

"when will it be my turn?"

God smiled and then he whispered,

"you still have lots to learn."

She never questioned what he meant,

as she knew that she would know,

that when the time was right for her

that God would let her go.

Then one day she felt a movement

as the clouds moved beneath her feet.

Below she saw a couple

that she felt compelled to meet.

At that God touched her on the shoulder.

He said "see those two right there?

They have waited for you for so long

but it wasn't the right time to share."

The little girl started to cry,

and she noticed her new mum was too.

"why is my Mummy crying God?" and he said,

"Because of her longing for you."

*****

Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art by Steffi Krenzek