I looked at the world and beheld its beauty as though I was seeing it for the first time. O, blessed be me for such unsolicited inspiration! Beauty is in things common and yet it is ever rare.
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Author: Jocelyn Soriano
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In sorrow and joy do I part
Every parting has its own sorrow, even that of parting with a once treasured possession that has long lost its usefulness. And so in sorrow do I say farewell to my own that is not truly mine. Farewell to the mask and greetings to the heart, spirit and flesh that has long been concealed underneath its shadows.
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If I Had Two Hearts
If I had two hearts,
do not fear, my love…
For I would never
make you cry.
If you think
I’d use them,
to break your heart,
have faith that I won’t even try.
I won’t run away to use that heart,
to love another man,
Why must I leave for that heart to beat,
when I’ve already found someone?
If I had two hearts,
do not fear, my love…
For I will use both
in loving you.
May these two hearts
be ever yours…
May it beat as one
with love so true!
Jocelyn Soriano wrote the books “Poems of Love and Letting Go” and “Of Wave and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”.
This is that time when anything you say can be held against you. It doesn’t matter where you’re coming from. It doesn’t matter whether you were fully aware of the weight of your words. And it doesn’t matter whether you were sick or writhing in pain when you said it.
People will form their conclusion about you. They will feed their anger and their fear and blame it all on you. And they will do these things without even asking your side of the story.
Why ask when they want to satisfy their wrath? Why shatter their prejudices when they are blinded by their self-righteousness?
People will throw stones at you as though you were the most evil person in the world. They won’t care because they don’t care. If they did, they would have given you at least the benefit of the doubt.
But in the name of justice, they do what is most unjust. In the name of truth, they believed in lies.
They disguise themselves as lambs when they are wolves ready to devour anyone getting in their way. They see no hope and so they drive everyone to despair.
Tell me, who is without sin or blemish among you? And who has the right to cast the first stone?
“But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you lock people out of the kingdom of heaven. For you do not go in yourselves, and when others are going in, you stop them.” – Matthew 23:13 (NRSVCE)
Grief is a blanket
I have learned to love
Though I must admit,
it used to be so rough
I could hardly bear touching it.
Grief is a blanket
I have learned to love,
Though I must admit
that the mere thought of it
caused my tears to fall.
And I gave it all
just to get rid of it,
’cause it would rub against my skin,
and I’d lay down
with wounds all over me.
But grief is a blanket
I have learned to love…
It protected me when I felt cold,
and O, how I felt so cold!
I’d rather be scratched by its edges,
I’d rather bear its heavy burden,
than to lay down empty and heartless,
unable to feel the tears
flowing from my eyes.
Grief is rough
and grief is heavy,
but it’s something I’d carry
to cover me with warmth.
Jocelyn Soriano wrote the books In Your Hour of Grief and Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief.
