Find Me in the Rivers

Find me in the rivers, the streams,

the mountains the valleys the oceans the lakes

the deserts

the heights and the depths

find me as a shade, find me in the breeze

find me as a hummingbird,

flittering about, suckling the sweet nectar of life

find me at your side,

holding your hand,

telling you that I love you

because I do, always and forever.

Let us kiss the wind and fly away.

Lean

What do we mean when we discuss love and beauty?

The ads throw out those words all the time.

Just because those words sound nice doesn’t make them

any more worthwhile than “biscuit” or “hamburger.”

 

Love and beauty must be experienced to be real,

it lies in a hand-hold, it blossoms in a word of encouragement

With no effort at all, we can tear down someone struggling to get back up,

to believe in themselves.

 

We can believe in them. We can uphold their worth.

My friends, be there for those who need it

and we all need it from time to time.

 

Let us join together and not only sing, but live out the simple words,

“lean on me when you’re not strong.”

The Death of Beauty

“hey beautiful” he says

or

“hey sexy”

or something like that.

It’s a no-win situation:

say “thanks”

and they consider it a come-on

say nothing

and they consider it an insult

It’s a rock and a hard place,

“it’s a trap!” as Ackbar would say.

And that is the day when beauty dies,

when so complimentary a word

becomes an instrument of coercion.