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I love pencils
Every tiny stroke tells a story
But never shares the glory
We are nothing but pencils
We are the clay, He is the potter
Steve Page Apr 2017
And when you serve,
Start with the feet

And when you serve,
Get down low
With a towel and a water bowl

And when you serve,
Find your honour not over
But under
Not higher
But lower
Not first
But last.

So when you serve,
Don't wait your turn
But push your way
Right to the back.
Where you'll find
Nothing to prove
Nothing to hide
And nothing to loose
But your pride.

Yes, you heard,
When you serve
Observe His example:
Undo a sandal
And start - with - the - feet.
John 13:1-17
Matthew 20:25
Damian Murphy Mar 2017
There once was a presumptuous poet
Who thought his poems were the best ever wrote,
He was quite prolific,
Thought he was terrific,
But he never wrote anything of note!
Dhaara T Mar 2017
I made a friend
Out of an acquaintance
Or did he make
Himself my friend?
I'm glad we crossed paths
For he helps me appreciate
The magic of everyday life
When he shows me the mirror
In which I see clearer
I am not my sins
I am not my flaws
All the scars that make me
Are a part of me, not me as a whole
I am love, as he calls me
And I now learn to see it everyday
I am gratitude, that I have friends like him
I am joy, that I can experience this
Now, and every single day!
This one goes out to a kind soul, a sweet friend, an eloquent poet.
Colm Mar 2017
I say this with a glass of humility
That I've built worlds up and down these streets
And surrounded myself with all manner of things
Which I've pulled from inside of myself and out
And spread around
Like butter on my creative roll
With only this glass to wash it down
I am hungry for the here and not
The creation which keeps me wide awake
When all others have fallen asleep in my town
Even this very expression was kept on a shelf
Hence why...
I generally keep such things to myself
For a glass of humility is better than milk
At settling my mind and stomach down
I generally keep such things to myself
Lawan Mar 2017
Beware the company when going in
To the deep, the dark
The raw, the truth

Zoom in on the mark
Of wisdom, of knowing
Of humility, of silence

For once you are in
Through the dark shroud--

Words become silent not loud (enough)
Power is subtle, invisible
Info is subliminal, impossible

And the light wisdom gained
is heavy to keep

So yes--
Beware the company when going in
Ease hearts into the reality your heart is in. Some are cut from a different cloth--  

Live and let live.
Sally A Bayan Feb 2017
i am in my own wilderness
in my own territory...where,
my voice should rise above
my mountains and streams
my music should play in every corner
my thoughts should be transparent on the horizon,
everywhere........hidden, or otherwise
i should feel some kind of power,  
as queen of this jungle...

i am in my own kingdom,
i rule...
yet...i know, there's a Presence
something higher than me
patiently  watching me.......waiting,
for me to wake up...open my eyes,
and my mind......be enlightened,
and be able to genuflect...

a never ending want...for renown,
and control...reaches heights,
we always give importance, to
i.....me.....and myself....

i look up to the sky
recognizing One...ever present,
ever patient,
the Omnipotent one...
i bow my head,
i kneel
in humility...


Sally


Copyright February 18, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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