I Take Off the Mask

In order to be beautiful, must it also be complex and unfathomable? In order to be profound must it also be beyond comprehension? Many times, we judge someone by the clothes they wear, by the accessories they have. And we don’t appreciate those that are simple, those who have taken off their masks. Maybe it’s because we’re afraid, afraid of the plain truth. We’re afraid of being stripped naked, of being found out for who we really are. That’s the reason we hide behind our words, our titles, our positions and our complexities. That’s the reason we hide behind our age, our maturity, our trophies and our victories. Because we don’t want anyone to ever get through. We’re afraid of anyone who can see our sorrows our failures, and our broken hearts. We talk like adults because we’re afraid of little children. We walk like strong men, because we’re afraid to stumble in the light.

I am a tree sprouting forth and reaching out for the glorious sunny sky strengthening my stance drawing forth life from the warm womb of the ground bearing forth what fruit i may offer to all giving my shade to those who may want to rest awhile Not all men may notice me when they pass by not all may taste the fruit that i have whole-heartedly offered nor avail of the shade of my embrace and yet  i stand and yet i stand for a tree remains to be a tree though no one comes to rest in thee its arms remain wide open its fruit renewed always in their season its gaze always before the sky smiling knowing standing firm where God has appointed thee

intense emotions can’t stand the pain parting farewells tears my soul apart how do you keep on hoping while holding the broken pieces of your heart? but you hope you hold on you take a deep breath and you are able to breathe alas hope is there in that very breath and you are able to wipe away your tears for a while tides recede for it is nature’s way it will rise again but so will you so will the broken pieces of your heart

I may not always be by your side, but my prayers will be with you. I may not always help you, but deep inside you know I want to. I may not always do what you like, but I will do the best I can. I may not always understand, but we can still walk hand in hand. I may not be the perfect friend, I may not be the best out there, but in spite and despite all these, you can be sure somebody cares!  😉   Just a simple poem on friendship.  Thanks for dropping by! More poems on friendship and other inspirational topics here!

Meanwhile The rain is pouring The sky is dark There’ll be no hills to climb today There’ll be no seas to cross But I’ll sip my coffee and I will be cozy and enjoy the cool wind blowing by meanwhile. The land is plowed The seeds are planted Yet harvest time has not arrived But I’ll watch the sunset and my fields of gold and I’ll take a sweet little nap meanwhile. Yea for those who wait for their tomorrows let none then waste of their todays For all is well and all is fine for those who pray and smile meanwhile.  

Let go of your tears, and you will see the light. Let go of your worries, for tomorrow is alright. Let go of your troubles, or you might lose your peace. Let go of your fears, and you will find your dreams! You will find your life, is more meaningful to live. You will find your burden, getting lighter like your soul. You will find happiness, always waiting on your way. You will find heaven,getting nearer each day!

AT THE END OF THE DAY At the end of the day, after all the work is done; At the end of the day, as we watch the setting sun; After all the trials, and after all the pain; After all the struggles, to make it through the day; I thank God for peace and rest, and for little smiles from you; I thank God for rising stars, and for little hugs from you; For there is no blessing, such as this I found so true: It’s such a pleasure just walking home at the end of the day with you!

Hold my hand in friendship, while I am still alive. Come take my hand and walk with me, along the road of life. For I don’t want your whispers, when my ears can no longer hear, Nor your embrace, when I can no longer feel. Let me know you need me, while I can still extend my hand; Lest I let the Savior take me, to a far and blessed land…

This may not be a time for dances, but this is a time for prayer. This may not be a time for clapping, but this is a time for songs. This may not be a time for merriment, but this is a time for awakening. This may not be a time for running, but this is a time for rest. This may not be a time for kisses, but this is a time for hugs. This may not be a time for laughter, but this is a time for smiles. This may not be a time for parties, this may not be a time for noise, But this is a time for healing, and this is a time for joy!

I am so small, and You’re so BIG, how can I ever love YOU the way You love me? Sometimes I hate myself for just being me, yet how wrong am I to think that way. For I am me because of You, and You gave up part of You, so I can be me. Please help me Lord, to live with gladness; Knowing that I am me, and believing that each moment, I shall be more of You! poem+religious

A walk in the rain my feet in the mud a patter of raindrops as I look up above Streets are flooded I wade my way through like a child lost in wonder like a child lost in awe And if I can dance without tripping if I can just sing once more I’ll thank the rain now washing my face and I shall walk on and on and on… poem+rain

You ask me why I’m happy? I am happy because I have a great inheritance. My Father is the King of the Universe, And I am a daughter of royal blood. My time never runs out For my time is forever; Never will I worry of the moment, For mine are the eternal reaches of time. My peace surpasses the understanding of the wisest men For it is a peace that never shatters With the most troubling shadows of the night. It is a peace that comes from the spring of letting go, Completely letting go. You ask me why I’m happy? I ask you rather, why not?

A little tear, a little crying, For not all of life is smiling; A little cloud, a little rain, Though the sun is always shining. A little pain, a little aching, So our hearts can keep on growing; A little cross to see the right, A little night before the light! poem+cloud

There are so many things, I cannot understand, Like space in all its vastness, Like time that never ends. Such things, which I cannot Even grasp by the hand, Like the music of the wind, Like the glowing of the sun. But though this is so, I shall forever keep, All things, which are to me So good and very dear. Not of course in my mind Where there is emptiness and doubt, Nor with my hands Which cannot even hold. But here, here in my heart, Where there is peace, Where there is love, Where there is YOU!

Joy is in cool mornings, A cool morning breeze when the sun is bright; Joy is in this feeling, Of rebirth and delight. And I yearn to wake up and awaken; I yearn to walk beneath the light; I yearn to walk just near the trees, And watch some little birds in flight. I yearn to walk just near the shore, And watch the waves at sea; There’s nothing I could ask for more, Than earth’s enchanting melody. In the early hour of the day, When night has just passed away; When all is fresh, and all is beautiful, When all is brilliant, ever pure. Joy is in cool mornings; A stroll amidst a brand new day, When life is just beginning, When angels sing and dance and pray! poem+morning

I’d like to be free from this body Be anywhere I wish to be Zoom Zap Zing! Be everywhere As light as air Shifting Turning Blazing like fire Blowing Roaming Freewilling Spirit forever changing Yet always remaining Wings unwavering Yet always yielding Touching Empowering Illuminating Surrendering only to eternal bliss!

Always in my heart my friend, For always you will be Wherever you may go Wherever you may be And wherever this road will lead us Whether tomorrow finds a star I’m sure that in our hearts I will be where you are

I’ve searched for love in funny places I’ve searched for love in funny ways I’ve searched for love both high and low I’ve searched for it in all my days Yet often did I wonder And often did I cry Not knowing where the roads may lead to Not knowing what I’ll ever find ‘Til I sat in silence along the way ‘Til I listened to my heart and prayed That I realized love was always there And that love shall always stay I grasped it and I let it go I breathed it in and I breathed it out I tasted it and cherrished it I held it with my trembling palm For love has been there all along And love will guide me ‘til I’m home What I have sought I know I’ve found And my heart shall rest on higher grounds poem+religious

Come let us dance by the moonlight and soar above the clouds for there is but so little time and soon the stars shall all be gone come let us sing with laughter let’s rise higher than we’ve ever been far from the shadows that bind us and nearer the light of our dreams

You said that you want me to be strong… I am strong.. I have been strong.. But if being strong would mean that you will be alone climbing up… Let me be weak.. For by being weak, i can be humble, For by being weak, i accept my limitation For by being weak, i open myself to others The time of my weakness is the time of my surrender It is the time that when i am weak that I am strong. For it is no longer myself but Himself that is at work For me to survive the present moments For me to survive everything that turn their back on me Allow me to be weak… For I want to be strong And be surrended with genuine love, care and compassion This would make me strong. (I would like to thank my friend Tess for allowing me to publish her beautiful composition)