I hid my uniqueness when I hid my scars,
for the world only knew of smiles
that know no tears.
Author: Jocelyn Soriano
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Anger
“Be angry but do not sin.”
anger is after all
only an emotion
that is neutral in itself
we can sin while we are angry
as we can sin while we are sad
or even when we are happy
maybe we just noticed
that we only sin more
when we are angry
for anger is a powerful emotion
that can overpower us
if we do not know
for why
or how
we should express it
Who am I?
Who am I that heaven should be kind to me?
Who am I that angels should bow down before me?
Am I not a mist that comes and goes
or a frost that forms and quickly melts away?
Who am I?
I am but a leaf the wind tosses about
I am but a flower that blooms and then withers away
I can find no lovely thing in me
I can see nothing that I wanted you to see
Had I seen it
I’d have had no reason to fear
Had I found it
I’d have lifted up my face towards the stars
Who am I?
What say you to a nameless fool?
Had somebody known
Had somebody only told me
Had somebody seen the faintest shadow that I left
I would have died
I would have loved
I would have lived again
listen
listen to the wind
to the earth
to the fire that growls
from beneath your feet
what do you hear?
what do you believe?
will there ever be another sound
another space
another melody
no there will never be another
you’ve heard it only once
and no more
maybe only once more
the one that you can hear over and over again
the one from within you
the sound that clung
to your very soul
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Why the veil?
Sometimes I wonder how God with all His love and mercy did not show us all directly, clearly and astoundingly that there is indeed an afterlife, or a heaven and hell for that matter. Why keep the veil upon his suffering people? And why reveal it to a chosen few? Does God not love us all?
Recalling however the parable of the weeds that grew with the good seed, maybe God does not want the good that would come out of it all by killing every weed that afflicts us in this life. Maybe it is enough to have left a few rays of hope that we may believe and yet not waste what good this lfe may offer us all.