Remember Life
When times get rough and skies get gray,
When the storm clouds begin to play,
When feeling rolled like the wind-swept sea,
And troubles rise too submergingly...
When family swears and friends are lost,
When the budget runs way over-cost,
When loved ones die in body or soul,
And your own body feels not quite whole...
When doubts assail you, leave you unsure,
When evil seems to have no cure,
When all seems wrong and gone astray,
And hopes begin to turn to dismay...
Remember Earth abides here yet,
And Life has possibilites yet unmet,
And winds will turn, as they always will,
And ever strength is inside you still...
Remember never to give up and you will win,
Never say what is is all that's been,
Never think twice about reaching far out,
Remember Life oft takes a lonely route.
Remember that Life is not really alone,
Many a friend and family you own,
There is no light if there is no dark,
It is in between that we must hark.
(C) 2003, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw. All rights reserved.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Call Worlds Open Tonight
Call Worlds Open Tonight
The crows caw, the raven fly, the cat is on the prowl;
The wolves are dancing in the woods, just listen to them howl.
While the owl will fly his nightly round
On wings that have no sound.
There is magic in the making;
There is magic all around;
There is magic for the taking;
There is magic to be found.
The cornstalk’s dry; the pumpkin’s big; the crops are in for winter;
The haloed moon smiles down upon all those who would enter.
Into sacred rites for Samhain night;
And honorings for Samhain day;
Honor all for that is right;
Blessings on all who stay.
The sacred veil between the worlds opens for all who would enter.
The ancestors come to bestow their love from the circle’s very center.
There is magic in the making;
There is magic all around;
There is magic for the taking;
There is magic to be found.
(C) 9 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
The crows caw, the raven fly, the cat is on the prowl;
The wolves are dancing in the woods, just listen to them howl.
While the owl will fly his nightly round
On wings that have no sound.
There is magic in the making;
There is magic all around;
There is magic for the taking;
There is magic to be found.
The cornstalk’s dry; the pumpkin’s big; the crops are in for winter;
The haloed moon smiles down upon all those who would enter.
Into sacred rites for Samhain night;
And honorings for Samhain day;
Honor all for that is right;
Blessings on all who stay.
The sacred veil between the worlds opens for all who would enter.
The ancestors come to bestow their love from the circle’s very center.
There is magic in the making;
There is magic all around;
There is magic for the taking;
There is magic to be found.
(C) 9 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Summer Solstice Blessings
Summer Solstice Blessings
The rays of sun, the light of power,
Nature’s fecund and fruitful hour,
Longest day, shortest night…
Come, let’s celebrate the light.
Expectant harvests yet to come,
Let us taste the fruits of some
Of earth’s bountiful and lustful play
Of planted seeds come to stay…
At the summit of sun’s strength
Begins the lessening of sun’s length…
As days grow shorter, nights grow long;
Together we sing the solstice song…
Shine on, our sun, shine strong and true,
Let us totally delight in you,
And let us humbly accept your beams
As now you turn to darker dreams.
Let love and life, day and night,
Find the joyous union right
As the balanced circle turns…
And as our star, our sun still burns.
(C) 21 June 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
The rays of sun, the light of power,
Nature’s fecund and fruitful hour,
Longest day, shortest night…
Come, let’s celebrate the light.
Expectant harvests yet to come,
Let us taste the fruits of some
Of earth’s bountiful and lustful play
Of planted seeds come to stay…
At the summit of sun’s strength
Begins the lessening of sun’s length…
As days grow shorter, nights grow long;
Together we sing the solstice song…
Shine on, our sun, shine strong and true,
Let us totally delight in you,
And let us humbly accept your beams
As now you turn to darker dreams.
Let love and life, day and night,
Find the joyous union right
As the balanced circle turns…
And as our star, our sun still burns.
(C) 21 June 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
With Grandmother's Love
With Grandmother's Love
Dancing in the water,
A feather in my hand,
Smiling, often laughing,
Blessing Grandmother's land.
With a glint of diamonded cheeks
Salty waters clear,
I see Mother Earth’s teardrops
Falling for upon all near and dear.
Know of this truth, yon pray-er,
Your heart of prayer was heard,
Spirit would not leave you
Without giving you this word---
With all your being, your heart, your mind,
With your soul, your spirit, below, above,
You offered forever in truth...
Where’er you walk, you have my love.
From the east, I offer you wisdom,
From the south, I offer you play,
From the west, I offer you protection,
From the north…Grandmother's Way.
(C) Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 14 August 2000. All rights reserved.
Dancing in the water,
A feather in my hand,
Smiling, often laughing,
Blessing Grandmother's land.
With a glint of diamonded cheeks
Salty waters clear,
I see Mother Earth’s teardrops
Falling for upon all near and dear.
Know of this truth, yon pray-er,
Your heart of prayer was heard,
Spirit would not leave you
Without giving you this word---
With all your being, your heart, your mind,
With your soul, your spirit, below, above,
You offered forever in truth...
Where’er you walk, you have my love.
From the east, I offer you wisdom,
From the south, I offer you play,
From the west, I offer you protection,
From the north…Grandmother's Way.
(C) Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 14 August 2000. All rights reserved.
Down the Cavern of Memory Turned
Down the Cavern of Memory Turned
Sorrow like flooding overflowing the banks
Of the river of heart swamped full;
Grief in the bones of despairing flanks
The mind's darkest desolation to pull.
Only half-remembered times of goodness went
To chase the agonies of all gone wrong;
Without the joys of the heart well spent,
Sadness drowned such happiness as song.
But deeper still than the darkest pain,
The loving heart may remain
Calm.
Even deeper again than all that's sane,
A knowing of peace 'came
Psalm.
(C) Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 6 May 2010. All rights reserved.
Sorrow like flooding overflowing the banks
Of the river of heart swamped full;
Grief in the bones of despairing flanks
The mind's darkest desolation to pull.
Only half-remembered times of goodness went
To chase the agonies of all gone wrong;
Without the joys of the heart well spent,
Sadness drowned such happiness as song.
But deeper still than the darkest pain,
The loving heart may remain
Calm.
Even deeper again than all that's sane,
A knowing of peace 'came
Psalm.
(C) Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 6 May 2010. All rights reserved.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Do You Know?
Do you know how much I want to shower you with all the love and passion that has been locked in me my whole life?
Do you know how much I want to soak you all through you with joyful sharing of all the fun things I can think of?
Do you know how much I want to see your eyes sparkle with the knowing that you are adored just because you are you?
Do you know how much I long to hear your most playful laugh, your deepest heart-felt cry, and your most urgent passion?
Do you know how much I yearn to touch your skin, to run my finger through your hair, to hold you within me forever?
Do you know?
(C) 13 May 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Do you know how much I want to soak you all through you with joyful sharing of all the fun things I can think of?
Do you know how much I want to see your eyes sparkle with the knowing that you are adored just because you are you?
Do you know how much I long to hear your most playful laugh, your deepest heart-felt cry, and your most urgent passion?
Do you know how much I yearn to touch your skin, to run my finger through your hair, to hold you within me forever?
Do you know?
(C) 13 May 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Friday, April 29, 2011
Universal Intercourse
Universal Intercourse
Sexual attraction/repulsion, the ebb/flow of tides…
The lunatic moon projects a moan
To pull and release our juices so
Each cell is not alone.
Each molecule, each atom copulates
In patterns of brilliant lust
Of conjugal bliss and explosiveness,
Of ejaculatory must.
In and out and back and forth,
Around and around we go,
The whole universe it seems,
Is in the biblical know.
Is he positive?or is she negative?
Is it dirty? No, it’s fun!!!
This bio-chemical-neuro-electrical magnet
Of energetic pun.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Sexual attraction/repulsion, the ebb/flow of tides…
The lunatic moon projects a moan
To pull and release our juices so
Each cell is not alone.
Each molecule, each atom copulates
In patterns of brilliant lust
Of conjugal bliss and explosiveness,
Of ejaculatory must.
In and out and back and forth,
Around and around we go,
The whole universe it seems,
Is in the biblical know.
Is he positive?or is she negative?
Is it dirty? No, it’s fun!!!
This bio-chemical-neuro-electrical magnet
Of energetic pun.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
My Lover’s Face
My Lover’s Face
Your smile hides the mischief-making Puck
Promising Dionysian revelry,
Dancing beneath the canopy of sheltering trees…
Your eyes beckon Daphne’s nymphs
To sing and drum their ecstasy
Of Bacchanalian rites.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Your smile hides the mischief-making Puck
Promising Dionysian revelry,
Dancing beneath the canopy of sheltering trees…
Your eyes beckon Daphne’s nymphs
To sing and drum their ecstasy
Of Bacchanalian rites.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Grandfather Tree
Grandfather Tree
Grandfather tree, you stand proudly
On the railroad track hill
At the bottom of the yard…
So very tall and straight,
Bereft of most branches and leaves.
A few vines and a few ferns grow on you…
The squirrels and the birds race
By you on the way
To the more cover of your grandchildren…
Regally you watch,
Prayerfully blessing us
Who watch
Under your protective presence.
(C) 4 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Grandfather tree, you stand proudly
On the railroad track hill
At the bottom of the yard…
So very tall and straight,
Bereft of most branches and leaves.
A few vines and a few ferns grow on you…
The squirrels and the birds race
By you on the way
To the more cover of your grandchildren…
Regally you watch,
Prayerfully blessing us
Who watch
Under your protective presence.
(C) 4 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
My Beltane Invocation
My Beltane Invocation
Under the full Beltane moon,
With the inner fire burning brightly
In the mid-spring night,
Will I take you beneath the stars to dance among the trees
And to sing with deep throaty moans and laughs
As heartbeat to heartbeat,
The ancient fertility rhythms compel us
To keep the sacred tryst that feeds Earth
And honors all our relations in the web of life,
Giving sexual energy as fertile life blood,
Commending awakening and growth,
Urging the ripening of love,
Expressed in the joyful embrace.
Come, follow me, my love,
To the hills, to the forests, to the newly plowed field, the river;
Come, my love, to the meadow, to the creek, the ocean,
And let us pay homage to the bringing together
And to the bringing apart,
For all ways are valid in the expression of love
On this night of lusty, frothy sacred weaving
Love as ribbons around your pole.
Come.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Under the full Beltane moon,
With the inner fire burning brightly
In the mid-spring night,
Will I take you beneath the stars to dance among the trees
And to sing with deep throaty moans and laughs
As heartbeat to heartbeat,
The ancient fertility rhythms compel us
To keep the sacred tryst that feeds Earth
And honors all our relations in the web of life,
Giving sexual energy as fertile life blood,
Commending awakening and growth,
Urging the ripening of love,
Expressed in the joyful embrace.
Come, follow me, my love,
To the hills, to the forests, to the newly plowed field, the river;
Come, my love, to the meadow, to the creek, the ocean,
And let us pay homage to the bringing together
And to the bringing apart,
For all ways are valid in the expression of love
On this night of lusty, frothy sacred weaving
Love as ribbons around your pole.
Come.
(C) 4 November 1998, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Teach Me the Ways of Love’s Desires
Teach Me the Ways of Love’s Desires
I smile as I watch you,
Knowing the man you are
And the way you make me feel
As our eyes meet from afar.
I see in every move you make
The myriad pleasures you have
In your arms. The touch of your hand
Is to my heart a healing salve.
Your eyes dazzle me
With a cheeky kind of flirty play
And a look that beckons me to
Romp with you and do as we may.
Your smile warms my heart
And puts an electric spark
To the kindling center of me
Begging our love embark,
Oh, again, sweet lover!
Again let me feel your embrace.
Let me wrap you in my arms
And see the love in your face.
Gently and slowly show me
Your mastery of building my fire.
Take me in your arms
And teach me the ways of love’s desires.
(C) 22 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
I smile as I watch you,
Knowing the man you are
And the way you make me feel
As our eyes meet from afar.
I see in every move you make
The myriad pleasures you have
In your arms. The touch of your hand
Is to my heart a healing salve.
Your eyes dazzle me
With a cheeky kind of flirty play
And a look that beckons me to
Romp with you and do as we may.
Your smile warms my heart
And puts an electric spark
To the kindling center of me
Begging our love embark,
Oh, again, sweet lover!
Again let me feel your embrace.
Let me wrap you in my arms
And see the love in your face.
Gently and slowly show me
Your mastery of building my fire.
Take me in your arms
And teach me the ways of love’s desires.
(C) 22 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Your Eyes Dance
Your Eyes Dance
Everytime I see you after we’ve been apart—
No matter how short the interval—
I feel that electric pulsing tingle and surge
Swell from my womanly core
As emotions ball in my throat,
Tears well my eyes.
Your eyes dance with sparkling light
As they search out mine
With that flirty, naughty,
Yet deep-springing joyous love
That we share.
And we know
We can take our time or passionately rush,
But our desire is still the same:
To celebrate our oneness
As thoroughly as we cherish each other.
But right now,
Let us continue to stoke the fire
That shines through our eyes,
Reflecting that knowing smile
Of our spirits, our souls, our bodies—
That knows you’re mine,
And I am yours.
(C)23 November 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Everytime I see you after we’ve been apart—
No matter how short the interval—
I feel that electric pulsing tingle and surge
Swell from my womanly core
As emotions ball in my throat,
Tears well my eyes.
Your eyes dance with sparkling light
As they search out mine
With that flirty, naughty,
Yet deep-springing joyous love
That we share.
And we know
We can take our time or passionately rush,
But our desire is still the same:
To celebrate our oneness
As thoroughly as we cherish each other.
But right now,
Let us continue to stoke the fire
That shines through our eyes,
Reflecting that knowing smile
Of our spirits, our souls, our bodies—
That knows you’re mine,
And I am yours.
(C)23 November 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Touch upon Touch
Touch upon Touch
Opening joyfully to my lover
With tender compassion,
Sensuous depths explore
The most intense passion.
Soulish friendship, burning desire,
Understanding births inspiration;
Touch upon touch, a taste and a smell,
Life in bodily sensation…
A spiritual meeting, so earthy, so rare,
Cherishing gifted treasures,
With intellectual commingling…
Metaphysical pleasures.
(C) 2 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Opening joyfully to my lover
With tender compassion,
Sensuous depths explore
The most intense passion.
Soulish friendship, burning desire,
Understanding births inspiration;
Touch upon touch, a taste and a smell,
Life in bodily sensation…
A spiritual meeting, so earthy, so rare,
Cherishing gifted treasures,
With intellectual commingling…
Metaphysical pleasures.
(C) 2 May 1999, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
If Only I Were Able
If only I were able ... I'd love to grab you & go dancing in the rain, splashing in the puddles, laughing & giggling... wiggling toes in the mud... just happy to be alive & untamed.
If only I were able... I'd love to grab you & do wading through a creek, watching the little tadpoles about to become frogs, following dragonflies with our eyes, and splashing you while giggling.
If only I were able... I'd love to take you to the top of a tall hill during a storm and watch the storm from a sheltered but still open place... feeling the wind and the rain spray us... as I hold you to watch.
If only I were able... I'd roll you on the ground in a field of sweet clover... in the daytime and in the nighttime... happy to see sun or moon... just happy to be together.
If only I were able... I'd love you so much you'd be able to swim forever in my love and never want to stop swimming again.
If only I were able.... so I made myself able in the only way I can... with my words, my heart, my soul, and my love.
(C) 28 April 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
If only I were able... I'd love to grab you & do wading through a creek, watching the little tadpoles about to become frogs, following dragonflies with our eyes, and splashing you while giggling.
If only I were able... I'd love to take you to the top of a tall hill during a storm and watch the storm from a sheltered but still open place... feeling the wind and the rain spray us... as I hold you to watch.
If only I were able... I'd roll you on the ground in a field of sweet clover... in the daytime and in the nighttime... happy to see sun or moon... just happy to be together.
If only I were able... I'd love you so much you'd be able to swim forever in my love and never want to stop swimming again.
If only I were able.... so I made myself able in the only way I can... with my words, my heart, my soul, and my love.
(C) 28 April 2011, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Now Silent
Now Silent
Stories oft heard, stories oft told,
Stories how often I said had grown old…
Now silent.
It was such a bother to listen
That one hundredth time more…missin’…
Now silent.
But, I still had plenty of time—
Could tell it myself on a dime…
Now silent.
Little details here and there
Seemed as common as the air…
Now silent.
The empty chair haunts the room;
The stories must somehow resume…
Now silent.
Never knew how silent silent could be…
When I had the chance why didn’t I see?
Now silent.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000. All rights reserved.
Stories oft heard, stories oft told,
Stories how often I said had grown old…
Now silent.
It was such a bother to listen
That one hundredth time more…missin’…
Now silent.
But, I still had plenty of time—
Could tell it myself on a dime…
Now silent.
Little details here and there
Seemed as common as the air…
Now silent.
The empty chair haunts the room;
The stories must somehow resume…
Now silent.
Never knew how silent silent could be…
When I had the chance why didn’t I see?
Now silent.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000. All rights reserved.
Never Forget: War Is Hell
Never Forget: War Is Hell
With that joystick of computerized toys,
You destroy the enemy most foul—
From your safe distance.
But, your unaffectedness cloys…
Deep grumblings, gurgling in the bowel—
Older veterans’ sentence.
What your safe distance doesn’t show,
You think everything’s just fine
Except you might be bored.
The misery you don’t know
Could get you without much sign
Until you have been gored.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000. All rights reserved.
With that joystick of computerized toys,
You destroy the enemy most foul—
From your safe distance.
But, your unaffectedness cloys…
Deep grumblings, gurgling in the bowel—
Older veterans’ sentence.
What your safe distance doesn’t show,
You think everything’s just fine
Except you might be bored.
The misery you don’t know
Could get you without much sign
Until you have been gored.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000. All rights reserved.
Remember, Oh Heart, You Are Not Alone
Remember, Oh Heart, You Are Not Alone
The fire that burns inside that causes fear, that brings deeps sighs, regrets,
The drowning sorrow, the uncertain waves of sea so unpredictably below
Your life's ship, the memories play, tolling on...
Sometimes alone despite the crowd, the heart cried out, oh secrets!
That cannot come back but cannot go forward into the undertow
While the sea's waves go rolling on...
Remember, oh heart, what once you loved is ever within and around
You. The love changes form and offers more, for love is.
A lover's kiss, a mother's touch like the purr of a baby cat,
The sun drenched land, the cleansing rains,
The seasons continue on...
Today the hill has berries growing, tomorrow will have grasses tall,
The sun and the rain do not mind the change
The hill produces love.
Remember, oh heart, what once you loved is ever within and around
You. The love changes form and offers more, for love is.
Your tears may fall, your heart break, you feel all is lost,
Your compass broke, the ship struck ground,
And it seems time has left you behind...
But tides do change, are changing now,
This burning, this drowning, these sorrows, these fears,
Are but a cleansing time for something more dear...
For love is...
Always.
(c) Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 17/10/2010. All rights reserved.
The fire that burns inside that causes fear, that brings deeps sighs, regrets,
The drowning sorrow, the uncertain waves of sea so unpredictably below
Your life's ship, the memories play, tolling on...
Sometimes alone despite the crowd, the heart cried out, oh secrets!
That cannot come back but cannot go forward into the undertow
While the sea's waves go rolling on...
Remember, oh heart, what once you loved is ever within and around
You. The love changes form and offers more, for love is.
A lover's kiss, a mother's touch like the purr of a baby cat,
The sun drenched land, the cleansing rains,
The seasons continue on...
Today the hill has berries growing, tomorrow will have grasses tall,
The sun and the rain do not mind the change
The hill produces love.
Remember, oh heart, what once you loved is ever within and around
You. The love changes form and offers more, for love is.
Your tears may fall, your heart break, you feel all is lost,
Your compass broke, the ship struck ground,
And it seems time has left you behind...
But tides do change, are changing now,
This burning, this drowning, these sorrows, these fears,
Are but a cleansing time for something more dear...
For love is...
Always.
(c) Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 17/10/2010. All rights reserved.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
I Do
I Do
Having been buffeted by storms for so long,
It’s hard to appreciate the calm
Which comes intermittently now,
But I do.
Having lived in the whirlwind,
It is hard to reap the full benefit
Of seeds sown in peace,
But I do.
Having no place to run to and be safe,
It is hard to run into the arms of god
And feel safe there,
But I do.
Having been hurt and betrayed so much by so many.
It is hard to risk trusting you
And reaching out to you,
But I do.
Having known sorrow and suffering of heart and soul,
It is hard to find deep joy
And hope at every turn,
But I do.
Having had no one to love me properly in life,
It is hard to be loved by you
Or even to love you,
But I do.
I really do.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Having been buffeted by storms for so long,
It’s hard to appreciate the calm
Which comes intermittently now,
But I do.
Having lived in the whirlwind,
It is hard to reap the full benefit
Of seeds sown in peace,
But I do.
Having no place to run to and be safe,
It is hard to run into the arms of god
And feel safe there,
But I do.
Having been hurt and betrayed so much by so many.
It is hard to risk trusting you
And reaching out to you,
But I do.
Having known sorrow and suffering of heart and soul,
It is hard to find deep joy
And hope at every turn,
But I do.
Having had no one to love me properly in life,
It is hard to be loved by you
Or even to love you,
But I do.
I really do.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw
Buried Treasures
Buried Treasures
Come into my embrace, my love,
And let me begin to reveal my treasures
That my enemies thought were all destroyed or stolen,
But what they didn’t know then,
And they’ll not learn now,
Is that my treasures were buried
Deep inside me—
Kept safe until the right time
When the correct combination
Would begin to unlock the riches
Long ago buried
Deep in my heart
And spirit.
A great mystery—
The amazing ability
To disappear into myself
In a way that even I
Could not unlock
Until the right time.
But now,
Come, my love,
Take my hand and go on this adventure
Of great discovery with me.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Come into my embrace, my love,
And let me begin to reveal my treasures
That my enemies thought were all destroyed or stolen,
But what they didn’t know then,
And they’ll not learn now,
Is that my treasures were buried
Deep inside me—
Kept safe until the right time
When the correct combination
Would begin to unlock the riches
Long ago buried
Deep in my heart
And spirit.
A great mystery—
The amazing ability
To disappear into myself
In a way that even I
Could not unlock
Until the right time.
But now,
Come, my love,
Take my hand and go on this adventure
Of great discovery with me.
(C) 20 January 1993, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Dark Is the Night; Bright Are the Stars that Shine
While listening to an old song from 1970 -
Rare Bird - Sympathy - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rvCd4LT0VBI&feature=related
Part of the lyrics:
...Now half the world
hates the other half
And half the world
has all the food
And half the world
Lies down and quietly starves
'cause there's not enough love to go round...
When looking at the world around us or even at our own lives, it can be hard to believe things will improve. True. But, please look around with me at some other things -- and yes, I try to remind myself of these things often as well to keep my heart strong...
Huge numbers of people worldwide have been gathering to protest and demand the end of atrocities of many types... growing over decades... including all types of people. They even get killed or jailed or tortured... and still the numbers grow. Growing numbers of people just like you and me are willing to stand up and count it worth the price paid to do so.
Also, look at all the small groups of people who are re-learning to grow life... gardens, forests, animals in rescue, animals in wild ... whole devastated lands recovered or recovering, more animal rescue sanctuaries, and so on.
Also, look at the outcry against slavery, against child exploitation, against rape, against violence... against tyranny... it is widespread and growing... it was not so widespread before. We humans are learning it is not acceptable to do these things anymore. Sure those who are in power or have moneys or positions to lose if these evils are gone will fight back viciously. That is a given. But, people are standing up despite the ruthless push-backs of power.
Look at how afraid the "rulers" are. They are becoming more ruthless and pushing the poorest and most defenseless into the ground with the rest of us slated for the same. BUT, that ruthlessness shows their fear. They know they are outnumbered once the people realize where the real power truly is. And it is happening... worldwide.
The road ahead will be very difficult, dangerous, costly, and bloody perhaps. But, there is joy further ahead too. Humans truly are mostly good, I think, if given the chance to be. If we weren't, we'd have been all dead long before now. I see the weaving of hearts and minds together. I see healings all around despite the sufferings.
Sometimes it does take us humans hitting the very bottom and having nothing else to lose before we find a way out of our messes.
And we can climb out. We can. We will. Hope is not dead. Love is not gone. Mercy is still there to pour down on us every day.
Just remember to always look for the bright side too... there is much to be grateful for and to fight for still. I know it is often too difficult to see the good when the evil around is so strong and seems to be winning. But it cheers me to remember that the darkest night is when the stars are seen to shine brightest because I can see them more clearly at that time. I am determined to follow the good -- to pursue it, plant it, share it, cultivate it, and nurture it ... whenever and wherever I find that goodness. I have been around gardens and farms all my life. I know that although there are crop failures sometimes, what is sown will be reaped in larger measures than the seeds planted. So, I hope to be a very good seed planter. I want a bumper crop of compassion, of love, of kindness ... of hope for us all. I will have to start with me, of course. And, there are many other such gardeners around, too. Yay for that!
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