My three favorite words
Are I did it
I see life not
As an obstacle course
Designed not to give
But as an adventure
One of promise and
Of dreams and hope
Life is a marvelous
Thing to be enjoyed
And not merely survived
And the cornerstone of
Life is accepting that
Whatever I have no
Matter how little is
Always enough no matter
What the naysayers think
Category: Kindness
NoMoreTinSoldiers
Now on the cusp
Of realizing my dreams
I find that I
Don’t and never did
Ever need anyone else
Oh I do suppose
That I like others
Did once believe that
Only because others did
Many others in fact
That we all marched
Kept in tidy formation
Like little tin soldiers
Until at some point
We understood that dreams
Are personal and only
Belong to those brave
Enough to cast them
I have now found
Just as much joy
Fishing in a pond
Absent of any fish
Then in a pond
Chock full for it’s
Not what is caught
But the simple joy
In knowing you do
HereHereAnd
And from the darkness
Came a voice I’m
Here here and everywhere
And this voice said
Nothing more nothing more
Than I’m here here
And everywhere and I
Expecting an Angel or
Demon to appear came
None but the voice
Echoing I’m here here
And everywhere and standing
So still like a
Feather mid flight I
Listened and finally heard
No no not heard
But felt the voice
Pleading and then repeating
I’m here here and
Everywhere anyone’s ever been
And ever will be
Yet nobody ever knows
ThereThereNow
It’s flesh which attracts
But character that keeps
People are but presents
Prettily offered often given
Frequently received rarely kept
But just like gifts
The one that’s giving
Thinks that the recipient
Wants or sometimes needs
That which they offer
It is this arrogance
Often mistaken for benevolence
That’s their critical flaw
For one certainly knows
What they ultimately want
And will in good time
Discover it by themselves
So shelve your hubris
And rather be there
CouldIJust
Could I be something
Something other than that
Could I be anything
Anything other than expected
Could I just be
Just be just because
Or must I be
What is ever missing
Could I just be
Just ever be me
Being me is enough
Except when being you
Is always lacking something
Something that’s not me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 