"iquitos" poems
Back again in Peru
Exhaustian soaked
into my essence
Through & through
I know this too
Will soon cease to be
As my Fathers Presence
Is always with me
I shall always receive
His precious gift
His Holy Spirit
To accompany me
No matter how overwhelming
The situation appears to be
I must endure in order to
Truly recieve the Holy Spirit's
Purpose for me
I shall give Him
True faith and fully endure
For in true repentence
My future is secure
To step forward
I must spread His word
Let others know
These truths I have heard
Most of all to let them know
If you give Him
Your faith He will
Cleanse your soul
Which in return
Will make you whole
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
A word of encouragement:
The sun is on its way down over the city of Iquitos and the clouds are beginning change colors. I notice once again the multitude of vultures that are perpetually soaring, circling thousands of feet over this city. I wonder to myself "why the effort to climb so high when you have an endless supply of food in the markets and trash dumps of the city?" It doesn't make much sense in terms of survival. But as I look at these normally ugly birds that spend their day sifting through the refuse of mankind, I can't help but think that maybe they take these moments, this time and effort to climb high above the noise and the smell of waste so that they can feel the freedom and joy that it is to simply enjoy God's beautiful creation. Maybe if they didn't soar through the golden hues of sunset with a clear beautiful breeze each day, they wouldn't be able to stand eating garbage.
There are so many parallels that could be made to our everyday lives, but if I could encourage you with 1 thing it's this: compare these two pictures, they are the exact same species of bird and could have been taken within minutes of one another. Be careful not to judge someone from just a snapshot of their lives. Try to look at the person from a complete viewpoint. Also for you personally- try every day to soar, whether that be a moment of reflection, time with your spouse or children, prayer, taking a walk, or just putting your phone down for a few minutes. You will find that the garbage you wade through each and every day will be much easier to deal with. Much love and blessings.
MICHAEL FIORE
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
One year ago I went on a trip to Peru
I thought I was going there to help the needy
Turns out I was the one who learned
A lesson or two
About, what's important in life
And just whose, who
Their bright sunshine awakened spirit in my soul
The joyous citizens who had no material gain
Had more hope and love than I have ever sustained
They were thankful for all
From sunshine to rain,
Even vultures were appreciated,
They were tools in their world to help them maintain
They did not even pressure me
To buy their goods
Like we do in America,
In business training, they tell us we should
The trip opened my eyes to appreciate
Everything in life, that I see
It made me realize how blessed I am to be me
I should always thank Our Father
For everything daily and always enjoy my life gaily.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Mamacita
Coke-bottle figures are motivation
to get close to you.
I arrive to Spain clinging Molotov
Cocktails
(it’s not Spanish but least it’ll do)
to see blossoming tulip dresses
I bend kneecaps to Barcelona, Medellin,
Buenos Aires, Santiago, Puerto Rico
Mexico City, Madrid to get
a sense of your flower-nightlife
Swallow Iquitos, hills of white
rice fields.
Conquistador I bachata-bachata
love you gyrating exoskeletons to
Reggeton
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Gazing into these
Stormy clouds today
Have my mind wandering far away
In Iquitos With
My son's family
Or perhaps back into
My childhood times
I would love to be
Then my mind attains
Realization so true
If I Abide in Christ
There will be a time
I will be with You
All the loneliness
Will disappear
Meaning of life will
Become quite clear
Thank You Father
For clearing my mind
Reminding me to
Never waste Divine time
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 7:16 PM UTC