Forgiveness is the greatest gift of all.
When we do something wrong,
yet someone catches our fall.
Like a parent that loves us unconditionally.
Even after we make mistakes,
they are still there to be.
Forgiving is hard to do, when we are so hurt.
some hold on to grudges,
and very few others would lend out their shirt.
When we forgive we show love in a strong way.
to show we can stop this cycle of hatred,
and continue each day.
Just as Jesus shed his blood on the cross for our sin.
We can too be examples of his love,
and with forgiveness- we win.
Don't hold on to the past of what someone else did.
for we don't see their struggles,
or the demons they hid.
We can choose forgiveness, and this --might need faith.
We can ask God for guidance and in his
love -bathe.

Moments are filled up with good and bad.
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
Some rather forgotten and some remain.
Some scattered with words of anger and pain.
Moments are full of ups and downs.
Don't let anyone tell you different, or play the clown.
The ones that lie and manipulate,
the ones that make you think twice or hesitate.
There is always room for our improvement.
We are human, no need for this positive movement.  
When we are perceived as what's negative,
We are not batteries charged, we're people who live.
So to those who want to live in smoke and mirrors.
with a plastic smile and well kept fears.
Don't tell me everything is all coming up roses.
Life is not perfect and some time grief imposes.
You do not have to be happy all the time.
Being sad or shedding tears is not a crime.
Its how we take those moments and memories in mind.
we pick up our feet again and find.
Those scars that heal that teach a lesson or more,
will remind us that we can move on and be stronger than before.

With treasures lost at sea,
forbidden places we see.
I take your hand, as we explore,
along the beaches tides that soar.

As dawn sets in, as sunlight fades,
soon the sky will set its shades.
The water rushes at our feet.
We come together as our eyes meet.

You gently hold and hug me tight,
as we still gaze at each others sight.
Your fingers strung through my sunset auburn hair,
as I take a breathe of  sea swept air.

Then firmly pulling me so close,
with waters with the sand between our toes.
You grab me firm as we embrace,
your hand then lingers on my face.

You take my breathe away with just one kiss.
Along the ocean's tide of bliss.
With this passion, I cannot hide.
As you take me in - Oh with the tide.

I know the way you love me
by the way you hold me tight.
You make me feel like I'm the only
girl in sight.
I feel it in your hug and feel
love in your embrace.
I see it in your smiling eyes, and
feel it in the way you touch my face.
When we're apart, there was a time
that I would truly miss.
The passion you would spark,
from just a lingered kiss.
Your way of loving me, not
always vocal, but I know its there.
Just like the summer beach blown
breezes that are in the air.

When I was a kid I didn't like waking up
before afternoon,
except for a Saturday...'Let me
watch those cartoons.'
I watched 'Smurfs' and 'Transformers',
to say the least.
Also 'Disneyland' shows with talking
tea cups as in 'Beauty and the beast.'
As an adult I know 'Racoons' really don't talk,
in the way we can tell.
Now there is 'Harry Potter', wonder if
he can really do spell.
Forests and fairies and trees sometimes
dance.
Also in, 'Wizard of oz,'  the yellow brick road
was given a chance.
Like magical kingdoms with mountain
tops with peaks at their highest.  
With fairies looking like little people....
Oh my.... now there's Anthropomorphism at its finest.

Not afraid to take a stand.
Not afraid to publicly declare.
I love the Lord with all my heart.
The devil loses in his snare.

Not afraid of being bold, not afraid
to pray.
Not afraid to read my Bible,
It's the word of God... 'Hey! I'm just saying!'

Not afraid to keep on learning,
even as a christian, could learn more.
Not afraid to admit that I am not perfect,
but only God will keep the final score.

Not afraid of standing up for truth.
Not afraid to die.
Not afraid to tell it like it is, even when
Satan's deceiving with his lies.

Not afraid of darkness,
not afraid of light.
There is only one true light--
His name is Jesus Christ!

Not the one who masquerades or will
come to manipulate.
Not the one who pretends to love,
cause underneath the devil is
of jealousy and hate.

Not afraid to live my life.
Not going to let people dictate what I should do.
Not afraid to take a stand
for Christ, because only Jesus sees me through.

Whilst writing a thought of a poem ot two,
shall I write what I've learned or  
a memory hue?
Some rhyme, and some not, like
'again' and 'hen.'
Others write and rhyme with
'again' and 'pain.'
It's not about how you feel inside all the time,
or how you relay words.
It can be merely painting a picture, like art
and to be free as the birds.
So as art taketh on slopes, colors
that which creates a scene;
just like some sentences play out
like an enchanting dream.
Like a stroke of a paint brush, pencil and
shading of an art, gum eraser;
some with pen,  carved out like a sculptor,
with words whispering to paper.
Together they bind when put into thought,
whilst some rhyme and some flow;
some stand bold without rhyme,
yet still quite a show.
Just as a ring leader at a circus
commands their stage.
I write and close off for today,
with this new crafted page.
So if you don't like my poetry,
then please do not dwell.
I shall  bid you good night and to
you a farewell.