Little Flame (Poem)

 Written a few years ago, I wanted to share the full poem after I tweeted it in segments today. Please enjoy!
~ ESA
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Little Flame

I have a little flame

At the center of my heart

I know how it got there

God was the very start

 

One little flame

In a vast dark place

One little smile

That won't be displaced

Light a flame beside me

Hence there are two

It's now a little brighter

We know what to do

It could be a smile

Or a helping hand

All the different ways

As countless as sand

Pass on a kindness 

Or uplifting word

Light another flame

Against this dark world

Like little ripples

On the surface of a pond

Little flames alight

When the heart is fond

 Ever-widening circles

Spread the Light and Love

As our little flames

Reflect the One Above

Further and further

Light this shining ball!

One little flame

Can encompass us all

 

When the darkness comes

To blow our flames out

There is one thing that

It hasn't figured out

Within each heart

A little flame is found

And with a little effort

We can send it back around!

Streams of Light and Love (eBook)

For those of my readers that enjoy the stories and poems I have written and freely shared on my blog, I want to share this collection as an eBook, so you may easily share it and take it with you in electronic form.

It is available FREE OF CHARGE in both ePub and PDF versions; you do not need to send me your email address. Please feel free to download a copy, and share with those who have touched your heart.

Give them a gift that will inspire them all year through.

And may Divine Light and Love continue to bless you.

Click here for ePub version (works with all digital readers except Kindle).

Click here for PDF version (works with all readers and computers).

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
~ ESA

Little Flame (Poem)

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I have a little flame

At the center of my heart

I know how it got there

God was the very start

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One little flame

In a vast dark place

One little smile

That won't be displaced

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 Light a flame beside me

Hence there are two

It's now a little brighter

We know what to do

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It could be a smile

Or a helping hand

All the different ways

As countless as sand

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Pass on a kindness

Or uplifting word

Light another flame

Against this dark world

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Like little ripples

On the surface of a pond

Little flames alight

When the heart is fond

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Ever-widening circles

Spread the Light and Love

As our little flames

Reflect the One Above

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Further and further

Light this shining ball!

One little flame

Can encompass us all

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When the darkness comes

To blow our flames out

There is one thing that

It hasn't figured out

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Within each heart

A little flame is found

And with a little effort

We can send it back around!
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- ESA

Pottie Poet

This Friday, I met a sister that connects with both my Spirit and my heart.

At the Big E, the ladies rooms are kept by attendants who clean, decorate and stock them from their own pockets... for tips they receive. With my IC/PBS, I need to go -- often! So I tend to hit practically every rest room there. One is filled with Halloween decorations, others are beautified with flowers and scents. Another is managed and maintained with military precision.

One... took my heart away.

The walls, both inside and outside the stalls, are covered with hand-written poetry, sweet simple lyrics reminding us to flush and help keep the place neat. Each was signed, "The Pottie Poet." Any of these lines would be a breeze to tweet, even from a bathroom seat.

Each time I went in to... well you know, I would sit a moment and listen to the lines she belted out non-stop all day. Every third or forth rhyme she shared was a Blessing. I was touched and moved.

In the Northeastern US, too often we avoid mentioning the word "God" in public, in our attempt not to offend anyone who may not believe as we do. Here in a very public place, where we take turns in mostly private stalls, was a woman sharing it with all the Joy in her heart.

Each time I left that restroom,

To continue with my day,

I gave her a hug and a rhyme:

God Bless the Pottie Poet I pray.

~ESA

PS: For those in New England (or the Northeast) who attend the Big E, she's in the Better Living building. :D

PPS: A little bird tipped off the news crews, who shared the story and their views. Please see this link.

Images: Top from Improbable Research and bottom from VinceHuston.org

Poems from Puberty (Poems)

Today I don't have much time to dedicate to a blog, so I thought to share something with my readers instead.

My niece / god-daughter is 13 ("going on 14") and is -- like her aunt before her -- trying her wings in creative writing. Below are some of her recent poems I wanted to share:

Be there

When you were young
We were there
To show we care
When you grew,
You said you knew
Did you?


Live

Wait and stare, watch and listen
Be with myself at mind, heart, and soul
Pure with blood fair and sweet
Kind and good
Love grows fast and sticks


My Soul

What breathes in me
What I'll be
Who I am
I breathe and live
I talk
But I love


God

Oh, holy thou
Be with me you are my eyes
My ears
My flesh
My body
My blood


Dawn

The breath of day
It takes thou' away
I watch the sun set and the moon rise
It begins to fill my eyes
I wait and wonder
I began to ponder
It is here the break of day
Yet, it makes me feel gay (happy)


I also wrote poetry as a teenager (though much longer poems - LOL). Here is one that was published in 1986, written a month after my 17th birthday:

Confused Times
(c) 9/16/1986
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The cold wind blows hard against my back
But I enjoy the cold, I said.
Just as I enjoy the thrill
Of a different journey.
But just what is a different journey?
A different challenge in life?
Or is it a different life itself?
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The wind lashes across my face.
Now I see all my mistakes.
What is happening to my life now?
The trail is disappearing fast.
I can no longer see my feet.
And no longer can I reach my star.
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The wind tosses my hair about.
I'm so confused as to what life's about.
Is there a goal waiting for me?
I must move on, headstrong, and see.
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God is the One who makes the wind blow.
I hear His voice upon the breeze.
But what is His message about?
How could I figure it out?
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The sky is clear and blue.
The clouds move swiftly in the wind.
The sun peeks out through the leaves.
And the wind roars overhead.
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But now I'm quiet,
Taking time out for myself.
I listen to the voice of God
As it sails by my ears.
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Then, I sit back
And think
Of a goal I wish to reach,
My eternal home.
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- ESA

PS: Feel free to copy, repost or redistribute my poem, but all rights are retained by my niece for hers, so please respect her poems and do not copy, repost or redistribute those without first obtaining permission. Thank you.