Galaxies

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In this galaxy, in its vastness, in all its entirety,
I have found the one who most overwhelmed me.
In a sea of strangers you’re the only one I see,
In a world full of people, I found you who loved me.

To be young, to be loved, to be accepted, to be free,
These things you made me feel, this love you have shown me.
Now all I ever want is to stay in your galaxy,
In your arms, in your heart, in your life for eternity…

But like all galaxies, it came crashing down on me.
All my dreams have crumbled as I face my reality.
The love you gave, the love we shared, were only temporary.
Now I drift into nothingness, my tears flowing endlessly.

Like stars explode and comets fall, the end has come for me.
Like blinding light I have to face this truth’s cruelty.
A lot of things in this universe aren’t really meant to be.
I never did, and never will, belong in your galaxy.

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DEAR FRIEND

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I’ve been thinking about you a lot

All this time I have kept you in my heart.

I try to ignore what I feel inside

Because you’re my friend and with that I can’t fight.

 

I tried to avoid you every time we get close,

Because I’m always hurting and that’s the only cause.

But I kept on loving you and wanting you instead

In spite that I can’t have you and my heart went dead.

 

You’ve been dear to me ever since you came

Yes, I’ve been fond of you the day I knew your name.

I knew you were someone I can get along with ease,

I thought you have the charm to make everybody pleased.

 

And now I love you but it’s just too late

I know you don’t want me and you’ve found your fate.

It’s wrong for me to think that one day I’ll hold your hand

Because I know you don’t love me and I know where I stand.

 

You always ask me favors for you to please your girl

And every time we speak we always talk about her.

I can’t say that I’m jealous but I’m always hurt

But as long as you’re happy, I can bear every ache.

 

Isn’t it funny that when true love hits you,

It hits you so bad and you’re left with no clue.

How come you have found it but can never have it?

And when you finally get serious you’re bound to lose your wit.

 

One thing’s clear though, and that’s what I believe

But I don’t know what it can make me, in pain or relieved?

Whatever happens, everything is well planned,

It is all written and in the Master’s hand.

 

So what I’m ought to do is leave it all behind

To God’s will and plan, my heart and my mind.

All the dreams and love that you finally made me see,

I’ll forget it and the hope that one day you will love me.

~~~~~

(to ‘the one that got away’, 2006)

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~JK

I Don’t Regret A Mile

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I Don’t Regret A Mile

 

I’ve dreamed many a dream that’s never came true,

I’ve seen them vanish at dawn,

But enough of my dreams have come true

To make me keep dreaming on.

 

I’ve prayed many a prayer that seemed no answer would come,

Though I’d waited so patient and long;

But enough answers have come to my prayers

To make me keep praying on.

 

I’ve sown many a seed that’s fallen by the wayside,

For the birds to feed upon

But I’ve held enough golden sheaves in my hands

To make me keep sowing on.

 

I’ve trusted many a friend that’s failed me

And left me to weep alone

But enough of my friends have been true-blue

To make me keep trusting on.

 

I’ve drained the cup of disappointment and pain,

And gone many a day without a song

But I’ve sipped enough nectar from the roses of life,

To make me want to live on.

 

I don’t regret a mile I’ve traveled for the Lord

I don’t regret the times I’ve trusted in His Word

I’ve seen the years go by, many days without a song

But I don’t regret a mile I’ve traveled for the Lord.

 

~Howard Goodman

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The U in Jesus

Before U were thought of or time had begun,

God even stuck U in the name of His son.

And each time U pray, you’ll see it’s true

You can’t spell out JesUs and not include U.

You’re a pretty big part of His wonderful name,

For U He was born, that’s why He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died

It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn’t it thrilling and splendidly grand,

He rose from the dead with U in His plan.

The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew

And this word resurrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,

He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

“Go into the world and tell them it’s true,

That I love them all— just like I love U.”

So many great people are spelled with a U,

Don’t they have the right to know JesUs, too?

It all depends on what U will do,

He’d like them to know, but it all starts with U.

 

—   Author Unknown

Rag Doll

Once there was a doll maker, his name was Nathaniel.

All over town he was famous; his work was known everywhere.

One day he decided to make a special doll,

“A masterpiece,” he said “and the crowd I will enthrall.”

 

So he started to carve the doll’s face,

Painted its cheeks and clothed it with lace.

Its body was made of soft pulp of wool,

And pieces of cloth from his old sewing tool.

 

He colored her lips the shade of pink rose,

Then made his hands move to make a small, pointed nose.

He made her eyes dark as well as her hair,

While her skin was like peaches, milky and fair.

 

When he finished, he gave the doll a long gaze,

His lips broke into a smile and he felt amazed.

“I will name you Vida,” he said, as he stared at the doll’s eyes

“Because you brought life to the dollhouse, you are my greatest prize.”

 

“What a gorgeous doll, Sir Nathaniel!” said a boy who just went in,

He ran to Nathaniel’s chair and gently touched the doll’s chin.

“She seems to be alive,” the boy said in a whisper

He grabbed a pouch from his pocket as he gets a piece of paper.

 

There he put coins of gold and silver,

And some copper coins that he got from the river.

“I will give you all my money, sir,” the little boy said,

Just give her to me and I promise she won’t lose a single thread.”

 

Nathaniel was surprised by the little boy’s intent,

But he thought maybe that’s not what the boy meant.

“Do you play dolls, son?  Why do you like to have Vida?

“Don’t you run with the boys who gather around the Villa?”

 

“I will not play with her, Sir,” the boy answered smiling,

“I just want to have her, in my home, while I’m sleeping.

When everyone’s not at home, maybe she’ll watch over me

You made her eyes beautiful, it’s like she can really see.”

 

“I’m sorry, son,” he said sadly and the boy can tell,

You can have any doll in my house, but Vida, I won’t sell…”

The boy bowed his head, frustrated he sighed,

“That’s too bad Sir,’ suddenly he looked tired.

 

I wish I can have her, but I understand.

She really is priceless, a special work of your hand…

I’ll be back someday Sir; I will go home now,

I’ll be leaving town, but I’ll return anyhow…”

 

Nathaniel bid goodbye but remembered him at heart

His Shoppe grew and grew as days and nights apart.

Every day, he deals with guests who insist

To have Vida as their doll but he was eager to resist.

 

One morning there came a little girl and her dad

He heard the girl crying and she looked really sad.

Then she saw Vida, quickly she stopped to weep

“I want that doll, daddy,” she said as she smiled so sweet.

 

‘I am sorry, my dear. But that doll’s not for sale’,

Said Sir Nathaniel, then the girl began to wail.

‘Please good sir, I’ll pay any price,’ her father appealed

‘She is sickly and weary; I don’t know when she’ll be healed.’

 

It will help her cheer up, sir, so please give it to my daughter

I only want what’s best for her; I want to see her laughter.’

Nathaniel sat down and got into deep thinking,

Giving up his Vida, he felt his heart weakening.

 

‘Very well,’ he said, to the little girl he smiled,

She looked up to him with bright eyes, ones which once were tired.

“I want you to promise just a single thing,

Take good care of Vida, and joy to you, she will bring.”

 

The man and his daughter gladly left the store

While Sir Nathaniel sobbed, feeling his heart’s sore.

‘I hope she’ll take care of Vida,’ he whispered to himself

He began creating other dolls and put them on the shelf.

 

One day Sir Nathaniel went out to have a walk

He saw a familiar face and with her he had a talk.

“How do you do, Sir?” It’s the girl who had Vida

“I am well, my dear,” he answered young Stella.

 

He noticed she holds another doll, so he asked quickly,

‘How’s the doll Vida, the one you had from me?’

‘I don’t have her anymore, Sir; I have a new one.

Isn’t she pretty? Having her is much more fun.’

 

Having heard this, Nathaniel turned away

‘My poor Vida,’ he cried, ‘I led her astray.’

He went home sad, weary he lied down

If it is possible, he’ll search for Vida all over town.

 

He searched for days, for nights and weeks

But he couldn’t find the doll he seeks.

One morning there came a familiar face,

He went straight to Nathaniel with a smile and in haste.

 

‘A lovely day, good sir!  I’m back from my vacation!

How have you been doing, and why the sad expression?’

‘I am fine, son.  Just a little tired.’ Nathaniel replied.

I see you’ve grown taller, you’ve become a man!’  He smiled.

 

‘Thank you, sir.  I came here to give you something

I found this in our backyard, one day while I was cleaning.’

As he drew a doll from his bag, Nathaniel got anxious

It is Vida with torn clothes, dirty and hideous.

 

‘Our rich neighbor’s daughter tried to get rid of her,

But my mother asked her to have Vida for my sister.

She really liked her and played with her day and night

But when Vida got worn out, she wanted her out of her sight.’

 

‘That’s too bad, son.’ at last Nathaniel said a word.

He held Vida with trembling hands, his tears he tried to hold.

‘I’m returning her to you, sir; I want to see her like before.

Like the first time I saw her, the most beautiful doll in your store.’

 

The boy never knew how thankful Nathaniel was

So he didn’t let another daylight pass.

He bathed Vida and made her a new dress

More stunning than before that she looked like a goddess.

 

He made her hair shine as dark as the moonlit night

And created her face radiant, bringing a different kind of light.

‘My Vida’s back!’ Sir Nathaniel cried

He stared at the rag doll, his masterpiece and pride.

 

He thought he’ll put Vida at the glass window of his Shoppe

So everyone can see her and at his store they’ll stop.

‘But no,’ he said, as a thought occurred his mind

‘To her rightful owner she will be the rarest kind…’

 

Morning came and so Nathaniel got ready

‘I know he will be back’, he said with certainty.

He put Vida in a gift box and waited for the boy

‘I’m sure he will be thrilled.’ He said with pure joy.

 

But morning passed and sunset came about

‘He should be back’, he said with no doubt.

As the sky darkens so the door flew open

The boy showed up looking poorly and stricken.

 

‘Good gracious son, what happened to you?

Let me cure your wounds before you turn blue.’

‘Thank you, sir.  I went out for a fight

So I can earn money, I fought with all my might.

 

‘But why?’ Sir Nathaniel asked with a frown

You should have found another job in this town.’

‘You don’t have to worry, sir.  I’ll be okay.

Besides I won the fight, and that’s why I’m here today…’

 

‘I wanted to have money so I have something to give you

In exchange for Vida, I can’t imagine what else I’ll do.

So here, good sir, you can have all my money

I don’t mind losing them all, just give Vida to me.’

 

Sir Nathaniel was overwhelmed that he wanted to weep

He can’t believe that this boy can give a love so deep.

‘My dear son,’ he said.  ‘You can keep your money,

What you said and did is more than enough for me.’

 

He handed him the gift box, to the boy’s surprise,

Inside he saw Vida, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

‘She is yours, my son,’ Nathaniel’s smile was wide

‘Now keep your money and go home, you might not catch a ride.’

 

‘But sir…’ the boy muttered as he stared at the old man

Astonished and overwhelmed, he tried to talk all he can.

‘Why don’t you let me pay for her, sir?’ he asked finally.

‘I know she is priceless, but you deserve to have my money.’

 

‘Like you said, she is priceless,’ Nathaniel’s smile was true.

‘Bringing her back to me was a noble thing to do.

She is my masterpiece; there will never be a doll like Vida

And you deserve to have her than anyone here in Alta Vera.’

 

‘Thank you so much, sir,’ the boy embraced him tightly

Now my wounds don’t hurt anymore, I have never been so happy.’

I will take care of her; I’ll keep her safe always.

Even when the years pass and if ever again we part ways.”

 

‘You truly deserve her,’ Nathaniel answered with a smile.

‘I’ll be proud to see her yours than those people who are vile.

With you is her rightful place, I have proven that so well;

Now you got to run, my son, before your wounds start to swell.’

 

Injured but with a pleasant smile, the boy left his store

But Nathaniel asked something that made the boy stay at the door.

‘What can I call you son, do you have many names?

The boy answered, ‘I only have one sir, and that name is James.’

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