William Butler Yeats photographed in 1903 by Alice Boughton
by Abraham Lincoln
My childhood home I see again, And sadden with the view; And still, as memory crowds my brain, There's pleasure in it too. O Memory! thou midway world 'Twixt earth and paradise, Where things decayed and loved ones lost In dreamy shadows rise, And, freed from all that's earthly vile, Seem hallowed, pure, and bright, Like scenes in some enchanted isle All bathed in liquid light. As dusky mountains please the eye When twilight chases day; As bugle-notes that, passing by, In distance die away; As leaving some grand waterfall, We, lingering, list its roar— So memory will hallow all We've known, but know no more. Near twenty years have passed away Since here I bid farewell To woods and fields, and scenes of play, And playmates loved so well. Where many were, but few remain Of old familiar things; But seeing them, to mind again The lost and absent brings. The friends I left that parting day, How changed, as time has sped! Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray, And half of all are dead. I hear the loved survivors tell How nought from death could save, Till every sound appears a knell, And every spot a grave. I range the fields with pensive tread, And pace the hollow rooms, And feel (companion of the dead) I'm living in the tombs. Source: Poem-A-Day from the Academy of American Poets.
Silence is not a lack of words.
Silence is not a lack of music.
Silence is not a lack of curses.
Silence is not a lack of screams.
Silence is not a lack of colors
or voices or bodies or whistling wind.
Silence is not a lack of anything.
Silence is resting, nestling
in every leaf of every tree,
in every root and branch.
Silence is the flower sprouting
upon the branch.
Silence is the mother singing
to her newborn babe.
Silence is the mother crying
for her stillborn babe.
Silence is the life of all
these babes, whose breath
is a breath of God.
Silence is seeing and singing praises.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves.
Silence is the sandpiper dancing
on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of a whale.
Silence is a blade of grass.
Silence is sound
And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even
the love that hides in hate.
Silence is the pompous queen
and the harlot and the pimp
hugging his purse on a crowded street.
Silence is God’s beat tapping all hearts.
Silence is the star kissing a flower.
Silence is a word, a hope, a candle
lighting the window of home.
Silence is everything –the renewing sleep
of Earth, the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire, the soaring
and spiraling flight of Air. It is all
things dissolved into no-thing–Silence
is with you always…..the Presence
of I AM
– Elaine Maria Upton
This is a powerful poem. I hope you enjoy it.
Love, light and blessings
By: Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez
I am tired, of you
I am tired of you and those like you Taking away without re-precautions Lurking, using your authority to get away Surfing to the light as if nothing has taken place Smiling Breathing Laughing I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Hiding behind peacock feathers, beautiful colors Disguise that fools everyone, including you Contemplating when would be your next fix You walk among us smiling, breathing, laughing As if nothing is out of the ordinary, just another day Your life mirrors what everyone knows yet refuses to act on Refuses to stand up, shout no more Rise above, fight against you I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Vociferando lies, fables that continues to weave the shield that protects you With every call a menace is release upon us Trusting we wait, hope opens the doors Suddenly; pitch black She said, he said I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Hiding behind the oldest, largest legal gang of the world Oath to protect and served Unbalanced, to find minimum to no protecting, serving Deaf ears to what she said, experienced, lost Struck not once but twice within the same moment Entrust with life, not enough to be heardI am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you My skin opens, bleeds with every news of your protected lifestyle Your privilege life hiding behind the color blue Walking along a white man’s anthem As old as the blues Weeps uncontrollably my skin Not seen, not heard, nor spoken Swept under the rug my pain, her lost and unfortunately her inheritance Mind, I can be your grandmother, mother, sister, daughter Don’t fix upon me the undesired, unwanted I am tired Aren’t you?
This message really resonates with me.
Love, light and blessings
We encourage you to continue keep the faith in these increasingly difficult times, dear ones.
You are coming to a time when your true identity will be revealed to you at last. It will come to you as evident that so many among you are not from this beautiful planet originally.
You will receive communications from us, through dreams, or through your higher self about your star origins.
Many of you already know of their star families, and of the many lives that you have lead among the immense and powerful Galactic Community of love and light beings.
In actual fact, the majority of you had many lives on many planets, among various species, and have chosen to let go of those lives when the time for you to leave the planet felt right.
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