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Your Gift by Michael R. Burch for Beth Counsel, console. This is your gift. Calm, kiss and encourage. Tenderly lift each world-wounded heart from its fatal dart. Mend every rift. Bid pain, “Depart!” Save every sorrow for your own untaught heart.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC
Your Gift
I jumped on my bike as fast as I could but not fast enough, it did me no good the bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff Rubbing grass in my mouth, slapping me in the face him laughing at me, me feeling so disgraced he punched me so hard then left me crying on the ground I slowly stood up, was there anyone else around? I gathered up my books and slowly climbed on my bike and pedaled straight home mustering all of my might "What happened to you, son?" Mom was the first to see I cried as I replied "I got beat by a bully!" "I'm so sorry for you son, I'm so sad that you were harmed" just then my dad walked in and immediately looked alarmed Dad quickly asked me "Son, did you give him back the same?" I sheepishly said "no" re-experiencing the shame. My dad just stared awhile then said "I don't like what you're becoming. Next time you better fight, give the bully what he's got coming! First you punch him in the stomach then you hit him in the face He won't hurt you any more, when you put him in his place!" I slowly nodded as he left, then Mom quickly gave my cheek a kiss "I'm so proud of you son for not fighting him with your fist The Lord's servant doesn't need to fight but should be gentle instead" "Yes ma'am" I quickly said as conflicting counsel twirled round my head The next 5 years at school when tensions flared I was a gentle talker as a bully approached my sophomore year I threw him against his locker! Thank you Mom and Dad!
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Close Encounters of the Bully Kind
I jumped on my bike as fast as I could but not fast enough, it did me no good the bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff Rubbing grass in my mouth, slapping me in the face him laughing at me, me feeling so disgraced he punched me so hard then left me crying on the ground I slowly stood up, was there anyone else around? I gathered up my books and slowly climbed on my bike and pedaled straight home mustering all of my might "What happened to you, son?" Mom was the first to see I cried as I replied "I got beat by a bully!" "I'm so sorry for you son, I'm so sad that you were harmed" just then my dad walked in and immediately looked alarmed Dad quickly asked me "Son, did you give him back the same?" I sheepishly said "no" re-experiencing the shame. My dad just stared awhile then said "I don't like what you're becoming. Next time you better fight, give the bully what he's got coming! First you punch him in the stomach then you hit him in the face He won't hurt you any more, when you put him in his place!" I slowly nodded as he left, then Mom quickly gave my cheek a kiss "I'm so proud of you son for not fighting him with your fist The Lord's servant doesn't need to fight but should be gentle instead" "Yes ma'am" I quickly said as conflicting counsel twirled round my head The next 5 years at school when tensions flared I was a gentle talker as a bully approached my sophomore year I threw him against his locker! Thank you Mom and Dad!
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What failures oh the failures of leaving home at seventeen of living and thriving as a minority foreigner of working and studying to post-grad levels of maturing wonderfully and being up and decent of loving and marrying and creating a good home of no crime, no debts, not a drunk, not a player of no stained reputation, no borrowing or theft of being easy-going, nice and friendly, an all-rounder what failures the failure of being successful and capable in grace the failure of doing so well a white neighbor burgled the failure of saying that's not right, you're rotten thieves the failure of standing up to bullying thieving mobs the failure of being gangstalked and destroyed the failure of being an educated professional black the failure of being a solid, courageous, wholesome man the failure of knowing you can't do wrong and get by Ladies and Gentlemen these are my failures Its all there in black and white its the failure of being a minority In the british democracy of the Socialists for it is greed to work hard and be successful its a failure for blacks to aspire and do well when your white neighbor is a drunken, welfare dependent waster and thief And Blacks beware, for if you dare tell them to go change you will be stalked, hounded, smeared, defamed, humiliated harassed, bullied, slandered, sabotaged, and basically driven to suicide or a breakdown They manufacture Failures to reflect their own failures They call it Trading Places and dish it out to 'Uppity' Blacks
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Failure by design.........
What failures oh the failures of leaving home at seventeen of living and thriving as a minority foreigner of working and studying to post-grad levels of maturing wonderfully and being up and decent of loving and marrying and creating a good home of no crime, no debts, not a drunk, not a player of no stained reputation, no borrowing or theft of being easy-going, nice and friendly, an all-rounder what failures the failure of being successful and capable in grace the failure of doing so well a white neighbor burgled the failure of saying that's not right, you're rotten thieves the failure of standing up to bullying thieving mobs the failure of being gangstalked and destroyed the failure of being an educated professional black the failure of being a solid, courageous, wholesome man the failure of knowing you can't do wrong and get by Ladies and Gentlemen these are my failures Its all there in black and white its the failure of being a minority In the british democracy of the Socialists for it is greed to work hard and be successful its a failure for blacks to aspire and do well when your white neighbor is a drunken, welfare dependent waster and thief And Blacks beware, for if you dare tell them to go change you will be stalked, hounded, smeared, defamed, humiliated harassed, bullied, slandered, sabotaged, and basically driven to suicide or a breakdown They manufacture Failures to reflect their own failures They call it Trading Places and dish it out to 'Uppity' Blacks
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You have greater worth than you suppose. So, please listen to what I propose. Don't default to self-less, but be more deliberate in your selflessness leaving space for a little selfish too. Dont settle for less. Don't just make do. Learn what makes you happy and then embrace it. Recognise what makes you angry and carefully express it without being cranky confront frankly and talk. Don't just shut down and walk. And accept the help your friends offer. They wouldn't have offered if they couldn't be bothered. Your friends have an investment in your friendship, so don't let those friendships slip. They too benefit. When you make contact, know you do not impose. Because, it's true, you are of far greater worth than you have presupposed.
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Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
Therapy
O Counsel! Now I am bound to withdraw, I must - for there is no prudent rhyme or Melody that I might compose, save awe Or list’ning silence, unless to the door You lead me, and open it as well, for Guidance and discerning are yours, and none save you directing has e’er glory won. O Counsel! I may distinguish right from Left, but no more; to mark right from wrong, such Judgement belongs to thee. Life’s very drum Beats in or out of tune, little or much, According to thy reckoning; your touch Is my rule, for whate’er song the world sings, Thou alone art the measure of all things. O Counsel! Hear me, and to me descend! Sweet Prudence! Guard against folly and fad! Good Judgement, on whom I wholly depend! Decisions without thee are all but mad, The path which follows thee is sweet and glad! Advisor, as discreet as thou art great, Whoe’er seeks thy word second, asks too late!
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
O Consilium
I'm falling he said looking away Distance in his eyes I asked him if it was love or dismay And to my surprise, he said both With a smile that could only bring tears He sighed and looked me in the eye And I caught a glimpse of it through the fear The hope he could not deny He would not be the mistakes That made his voice shake He would not succumb To the fear that made him numb He made himself a promise To be strong, and make courage his form And that this, this was not his end. But just life's journey's bend. I his comforter was comforted to know, All I had to do for him to grow Was sit in silence, While he decided his future. Amazed at the man my boy had become. And the boy who sat by his side.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Comfort
Babay. Aalis na si tatay. Bantayan niyo ang bahay. Abangan niyo si nanay, may pasalubong na alay -- isang halik na may laway! Matagal siyang nawalay. Umalis sa'ting bahay. Nagbago ng buhay. Naghanap ng karamay. Sana'y di siya masanay sa bago niyang buhay, at umuwi na sa atin bago pa'ko ilamay!
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
BILIN (Counsel --with translation)
“Whispering together before a storm, The leaves take counsel; And some fly down.”
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Leaves