Hear And SeeA Poem by Himaya KaThis place is truly a haven. This place I can be me. This place I don’t have to worry. This place everyone is freeHEAR AND
SEE The more I
listen The more I
read The more I
meditate The more I
don’t get it How come
they didn’t hear it How come
they didn’t understand it How come
they didn’t talk about it How subjective
they become I’m not
trying to antagonize I’m not
trying to criticize I’m not
trying to dogmatize I’m just sharing
what I realize Everyone has
a specific purpose Everyone
has a specific calling Everyone
has a specific goal to achieve Everyone
is designed for a certain use Sad to say
I hear some inconsistencies Sad to see
it’s done by people of great influence Sad to
show all these to the followers Sad to
share the humiliating voices on the air Talking
about the status Talking
about the appearance Talking about
deficiencies Talking without
considering As people
who know the truth As people
who understand the word purpose As people
who are meant to bring comfort As people
who are meant to teach contentment You’re not
meant to add insult to injuries You’re not
meant to mock anyone’s defects You’re not
meant to be tactless You’re not
meant to speak death but life Think
before you express Think before
you share Think
before you laugh Think the
varied audience Speak whatever
is true Speak
whatever is needed Speak
whatever builds Speak not
if it destroys Laugh if
you must but don’t mock Laugh if
you should but don’t insult Laugh with
the merry hearts Laugh
without causing any hurts The feeling
of humiliation is so real The pain
of insults is undeniable The eyes
of the wounded are so clear The cry
for a halt is so strong How I wish
I could share it directly How I wish
I have the permission to convey How I wish
they hear and see everybody How I wish
I’m in the place of genuine humility This place
is truly a haven This place
I can be me This place
I don’t have to worry This place
everyone is free DAILY IN THE
WORD June 21, 2021 John 12:7 Then said Jesus, Let her alone:
against the day of my burying hath she kept this. © 2021 Himaya Ka |
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Added on June 21, 2021 Last Updated on June 21, 2021 AuthorHimaya KaCebu City, Visayas, PhilippinesAbout...WRITING TO EXPRESS NOT TO IMPRESS I am God's creation. I am a child of God. I am redeemed. I am loved. I am secured. I am saved. POETRY IS LIKE A CUP OF COFFEE THAT I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT .. more..Writing
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