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Regina Jun 2020
In God's House,
we assemble
and feel so
worshipful,
yet, look askance
and whisper,
feeling as if
we're more
qualified
to sit in
a pew
than those
we deem inferior,
we gossip, bicker,
in God's House,
how can we
be compassionate,
if we're not even humble,
in God's House.
Dr Zik Apr 2020
Emotions speak to some extent
Letters far beyond
Dr Zik's Poetry
A Soft Imagery expressing Ziket
I know that I don't know except a feeling of humility O My Lord.
Dr Zik Apr 2020
Thanks God
Dr Zik's Poetry

Book: Simple Words
Poet: Dr Zik

A lovely and matchless gratitude expressing "Zinet" is in my mind.
Really we all say, "Thanks God".
Douglas Balmain Mar 2020
We are panicked because we've divorced
ourselves from Nature. We feel our lives and
time to be of singular significance.

We are panicked because we don't
accept consequence. Consequence
comes later—we think ourselves exempt.

We have proven ourselves inept
at mitigating our impacts, inept
at living and multiplying sustainably--
inept at respecting Nature,
our Planet, and those we share it with.

Nature is not an enemy—nor is Death.
Disease is a tool they both use,
they know when and how to use it.

Nature's virus is Her shining testament
to the limitations of the scientific mind.
It stands as the form of humility,
served with exponential growth.

There is nothing of singular significance
within my bones, heart, or skull.
I am merely a fragment of Nature's Flow.
I did not choose to come here,
I will not argue when it comes my time to go.
Originally published at https://www.douglasbalmain.com/recycle.html
Sanjali Feb 2020
Some bow down under the weight
of their beauty, their humble grace,
some have their gaze at the dirt
to contemplate time and its turns.
Some stay away from the light
but have their scent blossom each night,
some stay under their petal shells
but if one looks, one can tell-

Some roses bloom quietly
and they do not catch the eye,
Death cradles them like his child
When Life loses the die.
Pyrrha Jan 2020
Being a voice for the voiceless
Is not making a choice for them
It is teaching them to make a choice for themself
It is telling them that they are worthy
And giving them the empowerment
To advocate for themselves

Being a voice for the voiceless
Is not manipulating the broken, the lost or the weary
It is not deceiving the hurt, the trusting or the kind
It is outstretching your arms, opening your palms
And not slamming them shut when you've had enough
It is being humble, humane and compassionate
It can do more than save a life, it can change a life
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