Tag: acceptance

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You’re Forever In Our Hearts (In Loving Memory of Brady Dubeau)

It seems yesterday, you were as happy as can be,

Riding your bike, and pulling stunts all day long.

Life gave you a challenge, so great, 

You questioned in disbelief,

And couldn’t understand why.

You were a fierce fighter,

Never wanting to give in,

When the battle was overwhelming 

You fought and fought 

To relieve the pain.

We’ll always remember, 

The days you held on,

Simply for your zest of life.

And we’ll always remember, 

The days you held on

All the tears you shed  

When life was overwhelmingly sad.

Most importantly

You imparted memories

And love in our hearts,

And we’ll never forget 

Nor regret your short journey,

Of simply being yourself.  

You touched many lives, 

And many tears are shed,

For the great man who left.

Farewell my brother,

Until we meet again 

In another dimension 

You’re forever in our hearts

And with us always.

 

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Never Too Far

If you didn’t measure up to God’s standards, why would he create you as you are? God knew every struggle or fall you would endure, and he still gave you the gift of life. Would a loving father punish you for eternity for one lousy mistake or a few? Would a compassionate God not welcome you back after a sincere apology? Or even after a life of deception or ongoing struggle? If he can foresee all the days of your life before your physical birth, just know you’re still here for a reason, and there’s no mistake too great, for this compassionate creator. The only way back, is to know his truths, apply them, which inevitably leads to your victory. Danny G.

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The Noble Man

The noble man is the one who acknowledges and appreciates people despite them having a title or wealth to their name. He acknowledges and appreciates people for who they are, not for appearance or status. The title means nothing for him, for he knows everything physical passes away with time. He knows the soul is eternal, and he knows the soul defines who they truly are, not physical appearance or luxury, which is irrelevant to who we are. Danny G.

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Many Roads to Rome

Is there a right or wrong, or are there simply better choices, that agree with our soul? Let’s acknowledge, there are many roads that lead to the same destination. We often worry about getting it wrong, making a detour, or wrong turn. The moment we get up again, our destination still remains. If we make an effort to let go and embrace the moment and opportunity to pursue our destination, we find there are many roads that lead to Rome. Let’s not make our journey more troubling, by doubting ourselves and denying our power. Let’s acknowledge many roads lead to Rome, and let’s choose the path that resonates with our soul. Danny G.

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Face Life the Real Way (Poem)

He came into this life,

With atrocities of every kind,

As all he wanted was a life

Free of trouble 

And heartache.

As he was looking for freedom, 

And inner peace,

He was bound by beatings, 

inferiority 

And abuse. 

He then reverted to alcohol, 

All day and all night,

As he was looking for stillness,

And couldn’t find it at home.

He then sank into this pit,

Of self-destruction 

And maze,

He couldn’t get out,

So he drank and smoked pot 

To relieve the pain. 

Numbness was his stillness, 

Until he developed 

Health problems, and this overwhelming sadness.

He was feeling empty,  

All this time, 

He was reverting to alcohol and drugs

To numb the pain.

Then one day, 

A lady came into his life,

Loved him like no other ever did.

Taught him self-love, 

How to appreciate the moment,

Finally he was happy and felt understood.

He never understood, 

Why he was brought up this way, 

But he knew this young lady 

Was a gift from God, till this day.

He then said to himself, 

No longer will I numb the pain, 

From this dark cloud,

Of self-destruction and maze.

Despite the troubles, 

I still see beauty in the world,

Despite its imperfections,

And I choose, to face life this way.

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Needy for Love (Poem)

Stacey was a kind-hearted soul,

Wanting to make her mark in the world.

Happy and seemingly carefree,

Perky and everyone adored her.

Though she was upbeat at first, 

She craved attention 

And affection,

So much that it became her only obsession. 

Her dad was a drunk,

Would get home from work, 

Drink all night long.

Though she loved her dad, 

As he was fighting his demons inside,

She knew there was much more to his disguise. 

The more she craved his attention, 

She felt empty inside.

She had this obsession, 

For a man to love her 

And guide her path.

She became needy for love,

Outside love became her only obsession 

And joy.

She could not stop this obsession, 

Until one day, she looked in the mirror

With a dismayed expression on her face,

And told herself, 

Love is from within,

And knew, her life was forever changed.

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Reaching Out

When you acknowledge a person and you’re there for him when he hits rock bottom, that’s being genuine and compassionate. It’s easy to acknowledge and recognize a public figure or highly regarded individual. The people who need compassion and acceptance the most are the ones at their lowest point. Danny G. 

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A Helping Hand

It’s easy to acknowledge and respect someone when he’s wealthy, famous or highly regarded. The wise person says I’ll acknowledge and respect those who are lost, and whose lives have fallen apart. I’ll be the one to pull them back up, and give them a spring in their step. Who needs acceptance more than the other, the one who’s got it together? Or the one who’s lost, afraid and who feels rejected? Danny G. 

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The Bully and the Victim of His Plot (Poem)

Bullying is a term, actualized by insecure people,

Trying to intimidate or ridicule, 

Based on external appearance.

For if they were aware, 

What matters above all,

They wouldn’t focus on petty things,

That doesn’t define who they are.

They hide beneath true feelings,

In an attempt, 

To appear strong among the rest.

They need to belittle, to appear superior

Among the rest.

Always trying 

To avoid, 

Their frailty and disguise, 

So they hide beneath insecurities, all day long.

So tell me the truth,

That bullies can’t conjure,   

Whose the most insecure of them all?

The bully, the victim of his plot.