Do Not Be Silenced

The Childrens Holocaust Memorial Yad Vashem
The Children’s Memorial, Yad Vashem

 

 

In remembrance of times

Of horror

Never to repeat

Never to minimize:

Do not shy

Of voice

Do not shy

Of fact

Do not shy

Of holding truth

To challenge

Those who in their blindness,

In their hunger to cause pain,

Seek to deny

The cost of hate

The force of harm

The voice of those who had been silenced.

Do not be silenced.

Be brave.

Walk tall.

Remember:

Those who seek to silence

To zip history closed

To limit learning,

Can only do so

If they make you forget

The truth

Entrusted to you — to all of us —

By those who’d perished

And those who’d managed

To survive.

 

 

 

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Counter-Spike!

 

light for peace

Dhammakaya Temple, Thailand: 100,000 Monks Praying for Peace, (Luke Duggleby)

 

 

There’s a spike in crime. There’s a spike in hate. There’s a spike in divisive talk around the country, world, the internet.

There’s a spike in violence, a spike in stress, a spike in power-hunger, a spike in blame.

Let’s spike a counter-spike, to douse the flames.

Let us spike in kindness. Let’s bring a spike in care. May a spike in love envelop everywhere. …

 

 

 

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Small Fry

Children phototechnique.com

They may be small

They may be young

They may often get taken, transferred, pushed around.

They may get little voice

About things that affect their lives.

They may have few actual ways

To keep alive.

Their views may be ignored

Laughed at

Minimized.

Their needs may all too often be relegated

To agendas others have.

But small as they are, they are mighty

They are brave of soul

And heart.

They hold opinions

Dreams

Ideas

Insights.

Our care makes all the difference

To the future

That they hold

Inside.

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Happy Girl

Happy Girl from pintrest
Photo: Pinterest

She giggles at the slightest silly

She grins at mirrors

Smiles through windows

Makes a dozen strangers’ day.

She beams at dogs, at books

A toy, a leaf, a pigeon

The world itself at play.

She chuckles at her own reflection

Adores someone’s freckles, wrinkles, shoes.

She rejoices in a pigtail, a polka-dot ribbon

Celebrates a doll, a braid, a tube of sparkling glue.

She chortles with abandon at a joke

“Again, again!”

She finds joy in the smallest moments

Her laughter paints bright happy into

Even the most mundane.

 

 

 

 

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See Through

looking through
Photo: Borzui.tumblr.com

 

Not all that shows outside, is what may be within.

Not all reflection knows the spirit

Light or dark or dim.

Be kind to those whose face is blank.

Be kind to those whose face speaks more.

You never know

The depth of life

That simmers, yearns, below.

 

 

 

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May You Be Jolted

love revolution

May you be jolted into awareness.

May your heart slide ajar to the world.

May you see with kind eyes.

May your love shake

The very foundations

Of soul.

May your spirit thrust wisdom

Of long known compassion

Into all that you are

And all that can join you

At the core of the call

To be more,

To be all,

To be whole.

 

 

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The Way Up

Photo-jaxsonpohlmanphotography
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Find your way up.

Even if it does not take you

In straight line

Or all the way to

Summit.

Find your way up.

Through twist and turns

Through tears and woe

Through long forsaken roads

Of endless

Wandering.

Find your way up.

Through dark pre-dawn

Through moonlit nights

Through the innumerous

Unsheltered

Evenings.

Find your way up.

Reach deep

Climb high

Into yourself

Into the core

Of heart

And spirit

Knowing.

 

 

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Cranky Monkey

 

CrankyPants Etsy.com

Photo: Etsy.com

 

 

He didn’t want to put on shoes. He didn’t want a sweater. He didn’t want to read a book. He didn’t like the weather.

He didn’t want to go outside. He didn’t want to play.

He didn’t want to take a walk. He didn’t want to stay.

He didn’t want to sit on lap. He didn’t want his chair. He didn’t want to play with blocks. He didn’t want his bear.

He never liked this yogurt. He never liked bananas. He never even wore this shirt. He hated these pajamas.

He didn’t want to take a bath. He hated Yellow Ducky. He didn’t want to wash his hands. The shampoo smelled yucky.

He didn’t like his bedroom. He didn’t like this bed.

He didn’t like this towel. The brush bothered his head.

A Cranky Monkey day to be

In Mama’s arms instead.

 

 

 

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Measure of Hope

measure

In every time of

Hardship

There is a

Measure of

Hope.

In every time of sorrow

There is a

Measure of

Love

For what was

Lost.

In every uphill struggle

There is a

Measure of

Vistas

To be reached.

In every battle

There

Must

Be

A measure of

Understanding

For the

Absolute

Necessity

Of

Peace.

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