"mayra" poems
At the rising of the sun and at it's going down,
We remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of the winter,
We remember them.
At the opening of the buds and the rebirth of Spring,
We remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember them.
As we celebrate Christmas and welcome in the New Year,
We remember them.
When we welcome the first cries of a newborn,
We remember them.
When we say our farewells at a funeral,
We remember them.
When we smell the aroma of their favorite food,
We remember them.
In the still of the night and in the darkness of our rooms,
We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us as,
We remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them.
When we are hearts are filled with joy and crave to share,
We remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make,
We remember them.
When our achievements are based on theirs,
We remember them.
When we need a healing hand,
We remember them.
When we need a shoulder to lay our weary heads on
We remember them.
When we are in need of an emphatic ear to listen to our woes of distress,
We remember them.
When we hear the laughter of a child,
We remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now part of us as,
We remember them.
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Mother, you are my White Rose
A rose embraced by cotton petals, emanating a sweet intoxicating aroma of jazmin and pearls
A fragrance so delightful that it engulfs the spirit with inexplicable sweetness of love
You are as exquisite as a good wine
Delicate as a newborn
Warm and cozy as a cashmere blanket
Thus, mother, you are my White Rose!
I will forever remember the day you said to me " Oh, daughter of mine, thank you for being such a beautiful and caring daughter"
My response was " Oh, mom, you don't have to thank me, for it is my obligation, my duty to take care of you, besides, I do it with delight, because, it comes from my heart"
I am so glad that we thanked each other, because our gratitudes came from the deepest part of our souls
Although, I thanked you for being my mother, I forgot to thank you for being my White Rose!
BY
Mayra Castillo
Written as a tribute to my beloved mother, who, now resides in the Lord's garden. I love you mom. You will always be my White Rose. My mother's name is Regina. Born 1934 Died 2010
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
Oh, Lord, Give me Strength where I have none
Help me find my inner peace among the many conflicts that may arise.
Oh, Lord, show me the way
Help me be my beloved's guiding light in the face of darkness and turmoil.
Help me heal her broken heart.
Oh, Lord, help me accept what is to be.
And, if, I can no longer be my beloved's shinning light,
Then Oh, My Lord, I pray to thee, that, I may become a beam of hope for her to see.
Please, take my hand and help me guide my love into the light, where she should be.
Have mercy on us for we are in need.
My beloved is tired.
Her bones ache.
She is in agony.
She is in pain.
She needs to rest.
She needs to sleep.
Oh, Lord, I pray to thee, to cuddle my love till eternity.
No more suffering, no more pain.
Just let her be and go to thee
I ask and pray that her spirit may rest in peace with you forever more.
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Oh, God, please hear our pleas.
We are living in crucial, turmulous times.
Times filled with lust.
Times filled with greed.
Times, filled with vanity.
Times filled with depravity.
Times filled with poverty.
Times filled with corruption.
Times filled with division.
Times filled with hatered.
Times filled with crime.
Times filled with fatherless children.
Times filled with wars.
Times filled with the "Me" generation.
We can make a difference if we begin to pray.
Let us pray for our elders.
Let us pray for the weak,
Let us pray for the innocence of our children.
Let us pray for the sick.
Let us pray for the end to inequality.
Let us pray for peace.
Let us pray for kindness.
Let us pray for comfort.
Let us pray for empathy.
Let us pray for generosity.
Let us pray for love.
Oh, God, hear the pleas for all the humans of this world.
Comfort, those that suffer, those in pain, those that hunger.
Fill their souls with kindness.
Dry their tears.
May the sun shine brightly and engulf their spirits's with a special glow, that only you, oh, Lord can provide.
Let's make a difference.
Let's make a plea for the humans of this world.
Remember, we are God' s children, intrinsically connected by threads of love,
So, let us make a plea for the humans of this world!
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Oh, God, please hear our pleas.
We are living in crucial, turmulous times.
Times filled with lust.
Times filled with greed.
Times, filled with vanity.
Times filled with depravity.
Times filled with poverty.
Times filled with corruption.
Times filled with division.
Times filled with hatered.
Times filled with crime.
Times filled with fatherless children.
Times filled with wars.
Times filled with the "Me" generation.
We can make a difference if we begin to pray.
Let us pray for our elders.
Let us pray for the weak,
Let us pray for the innocence of our children.
Let us pray for the sick.
Let us pray for the end to inequality.
Let us pray for peace.
Let's us pray for kindness.
Let us pray for comfort.
Let us pray for empathy.
Let us pray for generosity.
Let us pray for love.
Oh, God, hear the pleas for all the humans of this world.
Comfort, those that suffer, those in pain, those that hunger.
Fill their souls with kindness,
Dry their tears.
May the sun shine brightly and engulf their spirits's with a special glow, that only you, oh, Lord can provide.
Let's make a difference, let's make a plea for the humans of this world.
Remember, we are God' s children, intrinsically connected by threads of love,
So, let us make a plea for the humans of this world!
By
Mayra Castillo
We pray for
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
Thank you, Dear Lord.
For sheltering me from the storm.
For embracing me in a sweet fatherly caress.
For shielding me from my enemies.
For providing food, for my hungry being.
For guiding me towards the light.
For walking alongside me, so, as to ease my loniness.
For revealing your ways to me.
For keeping my loved ones safe and warm.
For loving this sinner unconditionally.
For your suffering on my behalf.
For giving your life for me.
Now, tell me oh Lord, what can I do for you?
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
Stop the fear, detain it before it's too late
It will rob you of your sanity
It will leave you paralyzed
Leave you in agony
Rob you of silent, sound sleep
Leave you exhausted, unable to carry on
Like a zombie, you shall be
The bitter grip of anxiety's hold will seize your body, mind and spirit
It will leave you frail
It will leave you weak
It is will leave you empty, like a shell on a beach
A slave you shall be
So, Fear Not
Pray alot
Worry not
Pray alot
Rebuke Satan's hold
Think positive
Let go of the negative
Keep hope alive
Desperation at bay
Rising fears will only flood the soul with anguish with pain
Anxiety can turn your salty tears into tears of blood
Anxiety and depression are twins
Sneaky twins, they are indeed
Be alert, they come in pairs to seek havoc to cause division, to cause war
They will lie in your face and smile when you turn around
So, fear not, worry not, pray alot
Keep hope alive and your emotions controlled and at bay, so you can survive the bitter cold of the twin's assault on your worried body, mind and soul!
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Frog, frog go away
Don't come back another day
Prince of mine, where are thee?
In my dreams you are to be
For, in reality you are a frog, who is in disguise
Not a prince are you my dear
So, frog, frog go away
Don't come back another day
Come back only as a prince who is to be
In my dreams and in reality
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
The leaves are falling on the ground
and I smell Turkey crispy and brown
Summer is nice and you'll agree
but, give me Autumn and Golden Leaves
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
Change means a new beginning
A chance for renewal
A chance to start fresh
We shall let go of the darkness of winter to welcome the arrival of Spring
We shall throw out the old and bring forth the new.
A new beginning
A new life
Change is like a newborn, anxiously awaiting a breath of fresh air
The old rotten leaves of winter's trees have fallen, replenished by Spring flowers
We have awakened to a new life
A new beginning
A metamorphosis has occurred
A chance to change the old to the new!
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Oh, Lord, Give me Strength where I have none
Help me find my inner peace among the many conflicts that may arise.
Oh, Lord, show me the way
Help me be my beloved's guiding light in the face of darkness and turmoil.
Help me heal her broken heart.
Oh, Lord, help me accept what is to be.
And, if, I can no longer be my beloved's shinning light,
Then Oh, My Lord, I pray to thee, that, I may be com a beam of hope for her to see.
Please, take my hand and help me guide my love into the light, where she should be.
Have mercy on us for we are in need.
My beloved is tired.
Her bones ache.
She is in agony.
She is in pain.
She needs to rest.
She needs to sleep.
Oh, Lord, I pray to thee, to cuddle my love till eternity.
No more suffering, no more pain.
Just let her be and go to thee
I ask and pray that her spirit may rest in peace with you forever more.
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Change
Change What?
Change destiny you say
But, how?
How, do you change the things that can not be changed?
By
Mayra Castillo
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC