Mais Oui - Je pense à la paix

thank you ms maya…

Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise…… “

This is the woman
Who had all the answers
The one I would lean on
For comfort, for strength
She’s never forgotten
One grandchild’s birthday
Now she can’t remember my name
And it makes me so angry
I shake my fist
And cry out to the heavenly one
Why would you play
Such a cold hearted trick
I thought your job was to love
And the answer came down from above

She’s gonna fly
When her time here is through
First she’ll have to let go
Of some things she can’t use
‘Cause people and places
Memories and faces
Are just way too heavy it seems
To carry on angel’s wings

This is the woman
Who saw things so clearly
The one who could pick out
One crumb on the floor
She saw through a white lie
Saw me through love’s eyes
She hardly can see anymore
And it makes me so sad
And it just isn’t fair
Why should so much be taken away
But when I cry out
For all that she’s lost
I silently hear someone say

She’s gonna fly
When her time here is through
First she’ll have to let go
Of some things she can’t use
‘Cause people and places
Memories and faces
Are just way too heavy it seems
To carry on angel’s wings

And oh, the wonders she’ll see
And I know she’ll remember
To watch over me

She’s gonna fly
When her time here is through
First she’ll have to let go
Of some things she can’t use
‘Cause people and places
Memories and faces
Are just way too heavy it seems
To carry on angel’s wings

To carry on angel’s wings

thanks so kim – it hits the nail on the heads so to speak,,,

Foiling Fear

by Kim

Moving through the heavy fog of fear,

I am encumbered by

“What-if?”

“What now?”

“What next?”

Eyes darting, arms outstretched,

I search for safety,

Grasp for what I know.

Keenly, I listen.

And hear each sound that ere was mere white noise.

Panic sets down roots and grows.

The fog of fear moves in,

Compressing my space,

My place,

In My world.

Denser. Thicker. Fed by confusion and alarm.

Until I realize

This fog is of my own creation.

I, unprotected, unaware, let it in.

I let it thrive,

Feeding it the dung another spewed and I empowered.

But no more.

Take back your shit.

Or let it rot and spoil the world in which you live.

I, from here forward, refuse

To let

You

In.

Or let you win.

Touché.

it is lovely – me thinks…

thanks pam