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In a world of heartache
And never ending suffering
We send heartfelt wishes to you
For the sick and suffering
So let us pray and we think about you
And may hope and love
Lead the way and with love
In our hearts we comply
Forever and always Palestine
We will never stop thinking
About you.
Anyone Who Loves Lord Jesus Christ
You will side with the Palestinians.

The Holocaust Of The Palestinians.
Steve Page Jul 13
I feel I need a green filter
to soften the glare,
to lessen the radiance
less I am consumed.

I find community,
shared story,
a chorus of poetry.

And the filtered sun warms
with a breeze.
Just experienced community at Hutchmoot UK '25. A gathering of my tribe of creatives. A weekend of conversations with no angle - just a mutual desire to continue the Creation in concert.
I feel for you& pray for you,

I pray you see your truth,
that you are able to remove
from the situations that caused you pain

Forgive yourself & others for wrongdoings,
for not being great,
for knowing abusive for so long,

You always stood up,
I applauded you for it
You won’t hear

Pray you finally separate,
and free yourself,
Fly to your highest potential,

I’ve always seen a star
originally about longing for someone who crashes into my mind every so often, but found that others needed to hear this
Zelda Jun 19
Maria
tells me
to come to Madrid

Sit in the pews
de la Real de la Almudena
with shadows
and ghosts

Maria,
lighting candles—
Extinguished souls:
done begging,
just burning through the skin.
Aching
in the bone.

Maria,
Santa Maria—
can’t save
you
or me
or us

I'm just trying my best
To hold it together...
But—

Maria—
persecute the saints,
    I'll be in the Moulin Rouge—
free the sinners

Maria
tells me
to come to Madrid

Santa Maria—

Maria...
June 7, 2025
Peter Balkus Jun 15
I will come back to the place someone else
once used to call home.

My eyes will kiss again the flame-rotten moths -
it will be a pleasure
to see them escaping their unknown fate,
at last.

I will pray to the sun again,
when my time comes. There will be no one pushing us
to the oblivion of tomorrow.
Maria Jun 10
There won’t be more tears and wailing
About that things which can’t be back.
We’ve gone without fake feelings.
What for? Just wipe with no regret
A quarter of out life’s road
Like the last out main word.
We can shake up what have been or not.
Why should we rip up for ought?

You’re right there’s no need to be penitent
If love is drunk out at all.
We should close it, blink and move next.
We have only one life after all!
And there’s something big and visible,
What lies ahead for you anyway.
Just gain ground and don’t look behind,
As if I've never been on your way.

But I beg! I conjure! I pray you!
Never look for me again.
I’m gone, I’m dried, I’m disappered
Like a burned out candle-end.
It's one more story about sad love. đź’”
Thank you very much for reading! đź’–
Aliya May 29
You are bones of my bones,
Not in ownership,
In recognition.
What was a missing rib had come back whole.
Not taken to complete you,
But returned to walk beside you.

Your kindness is
Patient,
Long-suffering,
Unenvied—
It moves like light through stained glass.

You are my promised land,
Not perfect,
But flowing—
With milk and honey,
With the quiet richness of sweet moments,
Where peace is enough to make everything feel divine.

I’ve known the flood,
The wilderness,
The wandering—
But now I know the garden again.
In the way you say my name,
Standing beside you,
The missing rib finally returned.
And whole.

And if God is love,
Then loving you
Is worship,
And every moment with you
A kind of prayer
I never want to say “amen” to.
Dancing Tree May 24
healing pathway open eyes now
ancient wisdom find a way
deepest waters flowing upward
folded hands again will pray  🙏
let us all now remember
breath of life be on this day.



D.T. © 2019
Maria May 16
Don’t touch the soul! It is alive!
It can remember a great deal!
Its memories are like a hive.
Don’t touch the soul! It is too leal!

Don’t worm into the soul rudely
Like in a thicket, breaking twigs.
Just listen, how it's drawly groaning!
Attend to its so silent pleas!

The soul is tortured! Please, don't touch it!
If you can’t love, just pass it by!
Don’t touch the soul! I pray, don’t break it!
The soul hurts! Don’t let it die!
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 🙏💖
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