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Haiku 303 by Melba christie

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Waiting for miracles

to come true

A butterfly appears

Image by HeungSoon from Pixabay

71 Days 4 hours and 43 minutes – But who is counting?

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The world will be watching closely

It will be listening attentively,

as the days go by.

I can only hope fervently,

as hours and minutes tick away,

that all will be said and done,

and that all of us can finally say,

“Free at last!”

Counting are the unemployed,

the sick and dying,

the crippled economy,

the souls who are hoping

they did not die in vain.

 

Counting are all of us,

especially those suffering the pain

of the loss of loved ones.

 

Counting are those,

who wait patiently for normalcy

whatever that may be.

 

Counting are our children

who do not understand

what is happening.

 

Counting are We The People,

because we were promised

in our constitution

that it would insure

domestic tranquility.

We were given rights.

 

I am counting the days, hours, and minutes yes,

but I am counting on you

that together we will secure

for a more perfect union.

Only when we work in unison

will we finally make change.

 

Tell Us When

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reading by
Melba Christie

 

I ask respectfully

I don’t want to be rude

The expectation is not great anymore

There is no butterfly crossing

To give me comfort

I don’t want to rush you

But I know You must Know;

that what is happening,

Pains us so.

Isn’t time we know

I don’t want the so called experts to tell us

I don’t want to hear it from you know who

Could you please tell him to shush

Like I said I do not mean to rush

I believe only You.

I trust only You.

I want to know was is true.

I pray everyday this craziness ends.

Please tell us when.

¿Qué Será?

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What will be?

¿Qué será?

This was the title of my late sister’s favorite song.

It was one of the last pieces she requested to listen to in the hospital.

I cannot help to think about the COVID 19 victims

who may have passed

asking

¿Qué será?

I ask myself this question every day since the beginning of this nightmare.

What will be?

Well this morning I did not ask.

I proclaimed, love will be.

Hope will be.

Faith will be.

Amor será !

Paz será.

La esperanza será.

Today especially, Christians celebrate the Resurrection and Jews celebrate Passover

we all know that we must be together so that what will be, will be triumphant.

My beloved sister knew the answer

when she asked this question one day before she died.

There was little hope for her.

But we got to say goodbye even though at the time

we did not know though – ¿Qué será?

But there is hope for us.

What will be is clear.

We must get rid of the fear.

and do what needs to be done.

Together. One force. One love united.

So that no one else

will have to ask

¿Qué será?

Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

My sister loved both versions.

Faith

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Easter, Passover, and Ramadan

All in April this year. Yes.

Festivities cancelled, Yes.

Family reunions. No.

Time for reflection and introspection.

Yes. Very true.

For me and for you too.

There is no difference here

We all are facing the same fears.

We all want this to end.

So we can hug an elderly parent or a friend.

The three faiths

tied together in some ways

Renewal, Rebirth, Redemption,

Sacred sacrafice

A deep look into our souls.

Week long-time traditions

of Prayers, taraweeh, worship

Fasting, forbidden to eat certain foods

But later feasting in family.

Reading the books of wisdom

Bible. Torah, Quran,

Relearning what

Disciples and prophets have said.

We all have Faith in common,

Faith in God, in ourselves, in someone we love.

Nothing is simple.

We cannot give up.

We cannot loose hope.

We will overcome.

The pain will ease -up.

The earth will continue to turn.

The sun will continue to shine.

It is really up to us.

Together.

Even when we are socially distant from each other,

There are so many lessons to be learned by all of us.

One sweet lesson gained once again;

We all need LOVE.


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Happy Holidays to all. Be Well. Be Safe.

Let us take care of each other.

Earthquake, be not proud!

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My grandmother told me about the earthquake she survived in 1918. The memory of it was vivid and padlocked in her 90 year old mind at the time. My mother was waiting to be born. She claimed that was why she was so strong. She planted a tree to remind her that one’s roots sustain and remain no matter what.

I dedicate this poem to the people of Puerto Rico. They have been through so much. But they are a proud people, a strong bunch and will never give up faith. Thank you to all those who have reached out to help the victims. Que Viva Puerto Rico!!!

Earthquake, be not proud!

when you shake our senses to the ground

we awake and look for what is to be found

the remnants of our dreams

are not as shattered

as you may think

Our oneness knows

the pain of others.

Our island is an emerald so unique

Our pride continues to glow shine.

Shake us all you want.

I dare you!

We are mindful now;

of where and how,

and in the now.

More than ever

We know who cares.

We know the sincere heart of those who share

our pain.

The eternal green of the our mountains,

the glorious and gorgeous azure of the ocean that surround us

know us too well.

History will tell,

The abuse infused

we have refused

for centuries.

We are a brave people

we shall stand together once again

and live!

Que viva Puerto Rico!!

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The Pope of Hope

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As most people here in the Tri-State area, we have seen the presentations and masses pronounced by Pope Francis of the the Holy Seas and many of us have been deeply touched by his message of Love and Peace. This is my poem to honor his visit. I also tried painting his friendly face with all due respect.

Skies of crystal blue prevailed today
As the Pope of Hope
Like Jesus did walked among us

Even for those who were not too close
deep emotions did not fail
to energize and fill all hearts
with glory and hopeful dreams

As he waved to thousands
On what now will be the Holy urban trail
Worshipers screamed,
called out his name,
and cried sweet tears
for this Pope of the People
had washed away their fears.
For many today
Life will not be the same
History records impatiently
The sounds and sights today
Pope Francis of the Holy Sea
Prays for you and me and
For even the non-believer
All he wants is Peace to be a reality.

Pope Francis 2 by Melba

He asked us all to restore our hope
To resolve our differences with respect
For we must live as one
He asked us all to educate the young.

Future generations
must learn the lessons well;
To build our oneness
and fraternal love,
To restore a Nation of Freedom for all
This is our divine call.

He said to Remember the Golden Rule.
Our faces may be different yes
But our hearts beat all the same
Some filled with passion and compassion
Love can only be our gain.

Thank you Pope Francisco of the Holy Sea
for your humble presence and
your words of inspiration.

With Gratitude and Remembrance
I think we will see clearly now,
And forever more.
No more smog or clouds
to block our vision and sincere affirmations
For deep down in our hearts
We know this to be true
United we stand
and in God We Trust.

God bless America

and Pope Francis,

God bless you too.

Day Three – Three quotes Challenge

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Tree of Inspiration

Above is a drew on my iPad when I was looking ofr some kind of inspiration. I found the Chines proverb and drew the tree which I call:Tree of Inspiration.

       Here are the quotes to fulfill the three quote challenge.

“Joy is an internal process grounded in knowledge of spiritual truth, the ability to trust

the wisdom of the Divine, and faith in the perfect and perfecting process of life.”

– Lyanla Vanzant

“It is better in prayer to have a heart without words and words without a heart.”

-Mahatma Ghandi

“Allow your heart to sing and dance and kick off its shoes when you are lonely or fearful. A Divine feeling of freedom will keep you company instead.”

– Melba Christie

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