Do You Believe In Me?

Do you really exist?

Often I wonder and sometimes doubt.

I do not know what you are like,

for you have never been seen in any form on this planet.

You are one without division - always whole: here and there.

Never seen by any eyes, but your touch has been felt -

even by those who do not believe.

In writing, it says for two score that you were carried in a box

as now free believers sometimes worshiped and obeyed you.

But do you really exist?

I want concrete answers - answers that I can see now,

not just read about and believe.

Am I asking the right questions?

Have I missed the answers right before my eyes?

Do you care that at times I doubt you or even deny you exist?

I think not, so what do you care about me?

You care I do right by your words.

Not perfect as no one ever has been, but just try to do right.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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Two Paths

I want to do both at the same time.
Yet I end up doing hardly any of each.
Why?

Why?
I do not admit: too much to do both
But I try.
Why?

Why?
One path would be defeat,
and too stubborn, I am.
Why?

Why?
Retreat is failure.
That is not acceptable.
Why?

Why?
Life's path is flexible.
Change is built into it.
Why?

Why?
I want one path to follow;
one that is unchanging.
Why?

Why?
One path to follow
is a folly of life.
Why?

Why?
It has been already answered.
Am I ready accept it?

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Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day I told you as we hugged.

I wish your kids could have said that;

however, they were cruelly taken from you and this earth,

so now they are angels who look out for you.

They still love you, and you love them.

In your heart, they live.

Missing your hugs and smiles,

the tone of your voice, and your caring love.

They know how much you miss them:

their hugs and smiles,

the tones of their voices, and their caring love.

And they want you to know that:

They love you as you love them;

They remember you as you remember them;

They cherish you as you cherish them;

Lastly, they wish you with all their love a Happy Mother's Day.

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Oblivion Away

The rug has been pulled.

Free-falling into oblivion,

but you catch me.

Steadying myself is not easy;

however, you stand by me.

Gazing into your eyes,

seeing your love gives me hope.

Hope is there.

Holding onto it.

No longer am I free-falling.

Believing you keeps oblivion away.




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What Matters

Remember what matters:

What matters is love,

not one's possessions.

What matters is caring,

not one's money.

What matters is compromising,

not getting one's way.

What matters is sharing,

not having it one's way.

What matters is sharing,

not hoarding one's desires.

What matters is not being judgmental,

not judging others against one's expectations.

Remember what matters.





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Death is not a Failing Grade

Doctor Whitecoat, why do you not tell the one I love the truth?
The truth that there is no more you can do.
That you have done the best you can.
I appreciate and thank you for that.
You have done all that is humanly possible.
But you are not God.
You have limits.
Embrace them.
Accept them.
Admit them to the one I love.
That is all I ask.
Death is not a failure on your part.
It is not a failing grade.
It is a part of life.
Tell my loved one now.
Give them time to adjust.
Time to accept.
Time to embrace what they have now.
Let's go tell my love now.




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Within Reach

Almost  achieved my goal.

But not quite, sigh.

However, I am not down;

I am happy for doing so well.

It is within my reach,

if I keep believing in myself

and learning from my errors.

Next time my goal will be achieved.

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