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To
the
moon
We shall
go. Sailing
through the
heavens, while
everyone looks up
and dreams that one
day, they will be here
living among the stars
and enjoying the view.
It is so vast and so dark
and so silent.  But  why
does that feel like free-
dom? Why do we dream
to escape our home and
roam with uncertainty?
We yearn for what we
do not have, and never
take time to appreciate
what we do. Gratitude
is the key to happiness
and the key to survival.
Home is home, on earth
or among the stars. Shall
we look to mars for what
we do not have, or maybe
look further, into Andromeda
and into ourselves. I too dream of
the sky, look up and ponder what we are
missing. The atmosphere so thin and the universe
so wide, what is holding us here? It is not gravity but fear.
We must take a chance,
something that is long
overdue.

-AM

"How should I start", I'm asking myself
to tell you all how much you gave me up till now?
Your firm hands, your motivating words
rebuilt a skyscraper full of hope on which I'm standing now,
ready to let loose my thoughts into the morning breeze,
beginning again to feel the warmth of other peoples hearts.

"Maybe I shouldn't think so much about", I'm telling myself,    
as thoughts are racing on a track called mind,
competing for being the first to come and leave,
through my mouth, my face, my hands, my pen,
narrowing the gap between the you and me,
so that even crawled back into my snail shell
I am able to reach out to you:

"My colleagues, my friends,
my brothers and sisters in mind,
you, which are here with me at this time,
sharing your soul, writing down everything that's inside you,
take this plea of thankfulness with you, for all you've given me so far,
and let us continue our journey together
as far us our words may reach."

So may this poem stay as my gratitude to all of you,
till the final days
and even beyond
that our paths divide

Thank You

Sometimes I look at myself
And ask “Lord, why this, why that;
And I am blinded from the world
And where it’s really at.

Why must my house be so small
While others’ very great?
And though my words seem meaningful
My heart is full of hate.

Why must my wardrobe be so scarce,
I wish I did have more?
And some kids have a pair of pants,
Two tops and nothing more.

Sometimes I am ponderous
Of why I have asked “why?”
And when I look back o’er my life
I do so with a sigh.

Lord, forgive me when I act this way
I’ve been this way since birth.
I know You can forgive
‘Cause Your greatness fills the earth.


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