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[title] => Shine inside yourself.(For my son.)
[time] => 2005-09-04 21:17:49
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[bodytext] => He tried to decorate himself to everybody's taste he copied everybody else to keep up with their pace. The soul inside his temple it never felt at ease but still he did it all their way struggling hard to please. And he wore the colours that they liked inside him, and he wore the face that they approved of too, and the stony walls that they picked out he lived in, while he lived inside their favourite shades of blue . His furnishings made most the world contented, they smiled to know he did things all their way, but inside, alone ,his spirit felt demented, and at times,his heart it wished hard NOT to stay. The peers whom he looked up to were ecstatic as he decorated just the way they chose for his aim to please them ever was emphatic that his heart would strive to love and please all those. Every night inside the chambers of his dwelling (in the temple that held his own soul's wealth) a feeling so alone and dark was telling him he was a stranger to ...himself. To change himself he knew his peers would scorn him, and the fear of that it hurt in every place, and to walk alone on roads he felt unsure in took all his courage and all of God's grace. So he took some steps that day and tore the walls down and he threw the furnishings they loved outside, and he shook all decorations to the floor ground ripping out and burning up false pride, 'Till his temple held but nothing when he finished, and the ones he knew all turned to run away. while the ocean tide inside is eyes diminished, and his rooms illuminated as he pray. He prayed for all the wisdom that he needed to decorate his life with honest love and a miracle of beauty then succeeded for each temple room... with God... glowed brightly of. The moral of this poem is 'Shine inside your self , decorate to please The One you should, keep nothing in your heart except God's own wealth... for then your soul is always housed ...with Good Footnote: This poem is for Jared,my 32 year old son he gave me the idea for this poem and he urged me to write it...it is about his journey to find himself. I am blessed to reveal to you that he did find himself though it meant losing most his old larikan mates, (whom he cared for) they didn't understand that he wanted to spend his life serving God and the church (Salvation Army) whom he only found near his thirties. I never took him to church,(except occasionally at Christmas) I don't go myself so this was a surprise to me too.I am very glad he is...at last... truly contented.I am very proud of him. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 62 [informant] => kay-p-m-devenish [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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