Compassion or acceptance is understanding someone despite their imperfections, flaws and weaknesses. It’s focusing on the soul which is essentially who we are, and it’s focusing on the potential of who we can become.
Danny G.
Choose Wisely
Actions have either positive rewards or negative consequences. Our loving father, God, would much rather you get the rewards then the negative consequences through your poor choices. If you don’t pay any attention to your thoughts or actions, you will end up living a lie, which is essentially, a life of many troubles. If you’re pessimistic, persistently fearful or you behave carelessly, you will face the consequences, not because God loves you any less, but because God gave you the gift of free will, and you chose poorly. God is a spirit of love and compassion, and anything other than this definition, is not from him. You are an extension of God through the unique soul that you are. Anything that is not love is not who you are. Your soul chooses God and compassion, not the choices that would steer you off your divine path. Danny G.
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.
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.
I Forgive You Because (Poem)
I forgive you because,
Holding on to hurts of the past
Is being shackled to the ground
With no escape
But the sound of your voice belittling,
With your sarcastic remarks.
I forgive you because,
If I don’t,
I will sleep walk my whole life,
Never getting anywhere
But listening to your voice
Condescending and obstructive.
I forgive you because,
The one who holds on,
Never embraces the world
For all its beauty but imperfections
To discover ourselves anew.
I forgive you because,
It’s the only way to correlate,
And accept the world
Despite its imperfections
And treachery.
I forgive you because,
It’s for my own good,
And I forgive you,
To move on,
From the sabotaging pain,
Of holding on.
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.
Focus On What Brings Joy
What happens when you focus on love, harmony, compassion, appreciation, and gratitude? Can you feel stressed or depressed when you’re focusing on what brings joy? What creates illness? Research has indicated that stress is the number one factor that creates illness. Therefore, the wise approach would be to focus on what brings joy, and you’ll be happier and healthier, mind, body and spirit. Danny G.
Seeking Peace and Unity (Poem)
We don’t understand the impact of our words.
Our actions spit out prejudice and malice
Among others,
Through nothing but ancestry and culture,
And skin on our bones.
Nation after nation,
We create our own competition,
Seeking one way to live,
One truth to accept,
Altering the meaning of prophesies into lies.
We don’t understand the impact of our words.
Our words spit out racism and slurs,
Not considering the lives
We affect,
Through prejudice and conflict and war.
We create havoc among each other,
Sleep walking and bashing each other,
To win some contest of better or not.
Let’s not forget our core,
Our reason for being,
To live peacefully
As brothers and sisters,
Let’s not contradict through lies.
True Meaning of Courage (Poem)
The most courageous of them all
Is the one
Who declares his faith,
Despite appearance
Contradicting his faith.
The one who perseveres,
Despite reality pushing him down.
He seeks compassion,
Despite the cruelty
Imprinted in the world.
The most courageous of them all,
Is the one who declares I can,
Despite inferiority sneaking up.
The one who never gave in,
Or forgot who he was
And where he came from.
The most courageous one, is the one
Who got up,
Despite the pile of brick on his back.
He remained steadfast,
Despite the world shaking him up.
He seeks enlightenment,
Despite the darkness in the world.
He’s the enlightened one,
Who speaks it into being,
Then watches the universe
Manifest it into being.
Always a victor,
And never underestimating
His own power.
An Angel Ignited my Path (Poem)
When the rock struck me sideways,
Lying face down,
Confused and afraid,
Couldn’t see the daylight.
Dazzled as to where to leap,
Or where to turn,
In my confused altered mind.
But you stood amongst it,
Never blamed,
Nor question,
My reason for being.
Falls, turns and detours
I sympathize the whys,
The reasons for my trial.
Drifting through the motions,
On autopilot senseless,
In utter despair.
You stood amongst it,
And saw potential,
When all I saw was judgment,
In my own eyes.
The future was pale,
My intentions scattered,
Through the wall,
With Uncertainties and doubts,
Filling my mind.
As I try to escape my thoughts,
Uncertain,
Of what path may be.
You never relinquished,
Or ceased to be,
Your very best to me.
Though the time has passed,
And those days didn’t last,
The push served me greatly,
The rest was history,
Of my own making.
And I’ll never forget,
When I’m old and wrinkly,
An angel from God,
Ignited my path,
And never ceased to be,
Her very best to me.