Celebrating the gift of love today and always.
Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤
Walk in unity oh children of the Light
a house divided will inevitably fall
practice the divine fruits of the Spirit
one faith, one baptism, one Lord for all.
No matter how big and no matter how small
each person possesses a precious gift
an important piece of the universal puzzle
to unify, to uphold and to uplift.
For when we feel weak
it is then we are strong
with faith, hope and trust
we can never, ever go wrong.
We stick to the fight
when we feel the hardest hit
with resiliency and even-temperedness
walk in unity and vow to never quit!
©Wings of the Wind, A Cornucopia of Poetry
It’s amazing how our hearts become gymnasts that do gravity-defying somersaults when we are loved and in love. Even though we put great emphasis on going overboard on Valentine’s Day, what happens to the other 364 days of the year? Do we put love and loving on hold or do we show unscripted random expressions of love, when it is least expected?
I find that thoughtful gestures and simple pleasures of love can be the best treasures that we could ever ask for and hold dear to our hearts. A few years ago, I was challenged to give a quick example of the essence of love through something simple and unpretentious. Thus, I made a small video that showed a sample of special and meaningful gifts from my husband on an ordinary day just because he knew they would put a smile on my face. And guess what? They did.
His laughter, his love is all so real
not a fantasy or a nighttime dream
he feeds my sweet addictions tenderly
with fresh hot doughnuts from Krispy Kreme.
©Kym Gordon Moore
My poetry of love on this day was found in a box of hot Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, a container of glazed doughnut holes, and a musical gorilla singing one of my and my husband’s favorite songs, “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” sung by one of our favorite old school R&B groups, The Four Tops!
As I reflect on the great polarization that has saturated our lives whether economically, culturally, geographically, politically, racially, religiously or educationally, this great divide and bias did not just begin a few years ago, although it seems to have grown exponentially. This has been going on for centuries now. We’re just more acutely aware of its impact because the coverage of such polarization is witnessed on broader channels of influence globally.
I believe there are more of us calling for peace, harmony, and love around the world, in spite of the loud clatter of division we hear coming from divisive and systemic poisonous tongues. I recall the song “Imagine” written by the late John Lennon, was the antithesis of a call to arms that we hear echo by every generation. We may be dreamers, but we are not the only ones. I do hope someday we will live as one. Listen…
To what extent does your gratitude meter reach? It seems we only think about being thankful when it is convenient and when things are going smoothly. Yet, in times of turmoil and the unexpected “whoops” in life, we don’t feel that high level of gratitude when this is the time we should.
The hiccups in life all too often send us to a place of dismay, discouragement, and dissension, instead of hope, encouragement, peace, and harmony. When we take a daily dose of gratitude, we will find that the benefits are great. We experience better health, more peace, a greater appreciation for the common good, we are more kind, we give more, we are happier, but more importantly, we grow in greater awareness of daily thanksgiving.
From a writer’s desk, somewhere out there…
She sits in her attic that has been converted into her She-Cave. Here, she becomes one with her keyboard and connects with the tranquil view she overlooks from her Palladian window.
“Does this really exist? How can one have a heart of stone?” she asked quietly to herself. She read the headlines about brutal stories of intolerable, yet tolerated abuses, and wondered how people could be so cold, cruel and callous at the expense of others. She listened to the very words people spoke with religious and spiritual conviction, their conviction to their religion and then wondered how their character and conversation did not mirror such Godly conviction and obedience.
She thought if her parents were alive today, they would be confused about what decade they were in as they observed the blatant divisiveness, hatred, and polarization that were actually killing families, communities, and countries. What type of script are we writing for the future of our generations to come?
So she typed, although scrutinized for calling out systems and individuals strategically working to oppress those who are misinformed, misled, and misrepresented. How can a heart of stone be healed when it is cold-blooded? Only the chisel of love can be hammered into the hardcore surface of such repulsion allowing it to be shattered into smithereens forever.