We must celebrate the birth of the Lord,
Not the gift of a toy sword.
That's Christmas's true meaning,
Not a commercial screening.
I;m sure Santa Claus would agree;
He works for God, you see.
Saint Nicholas is his real name;
May our celebration and his be the same!

Cool
Amazing
Total
Holy
Open to everybody
Loving
I AM
Catching people

Please don't pity me;
I really don't need it, you see.
In all the cities
Nobody likes the pities.
Pity parties stink;
They're not even worth a wink!

You are
the enemy
of reading.
I thought you
were a cataract.
Get out of my eyes,
and please let me see!

Happy is a good way to feel
Because happiness is so real.
If you could spend your life being happy,
That would really be snappy!
In Heaven I believe it's really that way,
And you'll always have a good heavenly day.

Have a hello,
Not a bellow.
Be a friend
And don't rend.
Be cool
Instead of cruel.
Be aware
That other people are there.

Loving
Automatic friendship
Really welcoming
Christian faith-based communities
Holy
Extraordinary

Loving you
Is what I want to do.
If you don't try to control me,
You'll see
I'm a good guy
By and by.

Mean isn't the way to be,
Even if you need to ***.
People must be nice;
Please don't make me say it twice.
Being nice is the way of love
Which is from above.

This is
meditative prose.
It is
according to
Jean Vanier,
anyway.

My disability doesn't define me.
It doesn't matter what you see.
What you learn matters,
And hopefully your prejudice shatters.

When I was very young,
I came upon
two roads.
One was narrow,
and the other wide.
I knew most people
would take the wide one,
so because I'm a rebel
I took the narrow one.
That road led to
a treasure.
What a difference!

Normal is you.
Normal is me.
Normal is everybody.
Normal
spreads
over
the
entire
planet.
Normal is everything.

Welcome to the North Fourth Art Center.
Please try not to get a splinter
From touching the art,
Although it may touch your heart.
Our art's so colorful,
And that's simply wonderful.
Our gallery alone will testify that
The words of my poem aren't flat!

I might be tempted to get naked.

Roman Catholic
Open
Saving
A prayer for everybody
Renovating
Yoke easy, burden light

I sense the lateness of the hour,
And I long for that sleeping power.
I want to sleep in my bed,
And hopefully I won't end up dead.

I sense the lateness of the hour,
And I long for that sleeping power.
I want to sleep in my bed,
And hopefully I won't end up dead.

Why?
Why not?
Yes, indeed!
This is
indeed
the eternal question
of life.