lillipadponderings

It isn’t the pen that is poison,
Nor the hand that wields it.
It’s the evil mind entertaining the thought,
And the wicked heart that feels it.

Chandi encouraged me to start a blog to share my thoughts and the many writings in my journals.

Dena agreed and urged me to do it now, Ma.

Rob forced the issue by posting my blog on facebook…

OK kiddies . I get it…here I go.

Reflections

I saw a reflection in my eyes
a man, his heart in deep disquise
he laughed and joked for all to see
yet he was bound, he was not free

You have the key, what is it worth?
to help this man, this child of earth
to reach him with a healing touch
a moment of time cost not so much.

Hide your heart, your greedy heart
refuse to help or be a part
you’ll gain a debt that only pays
in lonely, lengthy nights and days

Hide and seek or seek and hide
in pain alone, you can’t confide
you closed the door to perfect rest
you pleased yourself, you failed your test.