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 A single act of kindness, a ripple in the air, Spread love and compassion, beyond compare, A hero neighbor's lawn, a simple deed done well. Brightening lives, kindness starts to swell.  In a cafe, a stranger's smile, a movement starts to grow. Pay it forward spreads, kindness starts to show. A warm cup of coffee, a meal to soothe the soul.  Love's seed planted, makes us whole.  Hearts beat as one, strangers become friends, Kindness wins, love never ends. The ripple effect, far and wide, Inspires a person, side by side.     Let the act of giving out, a never-ending sea, Paying it forward, love's legacy to be, May our hearts, entwined in compassion, forever stay. And love's sweet chain of kindness lead us home each day.

In realms where love and sorrow blend. I pen these lines to you, my friend. Though fate has led us far apart, Your memory lingers in my heart. The days we shared, the dreams we spun. Now echo faintly, one by one.   Yet in the quiet of the night.  Your presence fills the soft moonlight. I long to hold you close once more.  To feel the love we knew before.   But till that day, I'll keep you near.  In whispered words and silent tears. For love transcends both time and space. And loss can't dim its endless grace. So, as I journey through this life. Your love remains my guiding light.

In days of old, when the Creator''s candle shone bright   upon my head, and lit up the darkest night.  I walked in His radiance, with heart full of cheer.  And His presence illuminated every path that was clear. The warmth of His love, like a flame that burns true .  Guided me through life's joys and fears, and saw me through.  In His light, I found solace, a peace that would not fade, My soul unfolded like a flower, in the warmth of His shade. But now, in darkness, I search for the light  t hat once shone bright, and lit up my night, I yearn to feel His gentle touch once more .  To know His love that dwelled within me, before. In this dark and lonely place, I feel lost and alone.  The shadows seem to whisper, "You are not His own".  But still I hold on, to the memories of old , w hen the Creator''s candle shone, and my heart was made of gold. And though the darkness may seem to reign:   I'll hold on to hope, and the spark th...

🔥Warning🔥 This poem contains vivid descriptions of wildfires and may be triggering for some readers. It is intended to honor the resilience and hope of those affected by wildfires, and to raise awareness about the impact of these disasters. †*****************† California's coastal hills, where cypress trees once swayed. Now ablaze, as flames engulf and hearts are dismayed. The inferno's fury, wild and free. Leaves scars that only time can see. To those who've lost their homes, once full of laughter and tears. Now reduced to ashes, memories, and all the passing years. May comfort find its way to you, and memories of joy forever shine through. I stand with you, through smoke and flames. Through every step of the rebuilding journey's pains. With a heart that cares, and a spirit that aspires. My sympathies are with you, like a burning fire. May the United States' spirit prevail. Through trials and tribulations, never fail: may the resilience of its people ...

Until Morning Comes: Poems of Love, Loss and Longing is a poignant and evocative collection that delves into the complexities of the human experience. Through a rich tapestry of words, the poets masterfully weave together themes of love, loss, and longing, creating a work that resonates deeply with readers. In this blog post, we'll explore some extended discussion questions that invite readers to immerse themselves in the emotional depth of this remarkable collection. Discussion Questions: Love: The Complexity of Human Connection. The poems in "Until Morning Comes" define love in all its forms, from romantic love to familial love and self-love. Which poems resonated with you the most in terms of exploring the complexities of love?  How do the poems portray the intersection of love and vulnerability?  Consider the ways in which the poets use symbols and metaphors to represent love, and how these recurring images contribute to the collection's emotional impa...

🍁 Disclaimer 🍁 This poem is a work of fiction inspired by real-life events. The views and opinions expressed in this poem are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of any individual, organization, or government. The poem is intended to promote empathy, understanding, and peace. Courtesy ,  Chrissaint Trivett , Author. 🌹*******************🌹 By the ruins of Mariupol, we sat and wept.  Our hearts heavy with sorrow, our spirits slept.  The memories of peace, a distant, fading light.  A bittersweet reminder of our lost delight. In this besieged city, we hung our hopes on high. A symbol of our resilience, our mournful sigh, The bombs of war, a constant, deadly stream.  A reminder of our struggle, our future unseen. Through streets once filled with laughter, now death does reign.   The echoes of our footsteps, a haunting, mournful refrain.  We search for solace, a respite from the pain. A fleeting glimpse of hope, amidst...

In the depths of my soul, a seed lies dormant.  A lotus bud, waiting for spiritual ferment. Nourished by faith, it begins to unfold,  Petals of love, compassion, and wisdom to hold. The muddy waters of doubt and fear, Cannot tarnish its beauty, now crystal clear.  For in the light of divine guidance. It rises, unsoiled, to spiritual significance. Its stem, a pillar of strength and might,  Supports the bloom of inner light.  The fragrance of forgiveness and peace,  Fills the air, a sacred release. As the sun shines, its beauty's revealed.  A radiant reflection, soul and spirit healed.  In the lotus's majestic, gentle sway,   I find my true self, come what may.