A Cheerful Heart [a poem]
By Bernard Demaere | Featured Contributor
A cheerful heart does well to me
A cheerful heart will keep me strong
A cheerful heart will keep me long
A cheerful heart will keep a song
A cheerful heart does well to me
Love Is the Reason: A Focus on Self-Care
By Surakshya Kiju | Featured Contributor
Love. The point of it all. The reason for it all.
We find purpose in love. We give meaning to our lives through love. Love is arguably the strongest emotion we human beings feel, be it for our family, our friends, or our soulmate. We pursue love all our lives. All we want in the end is to be able to love and to be loved. We go to great lengths to find love. We let love define us.
Statistics: Being a Survivor
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
I remember the day I first became a statistic. I was nineteen years old, and I had a good head on my shoulders. Not being smart was never my problem; it was extreme naiveté that had gotten me here.
My husband had just slapped me across the face for the first time. I felt the weight of the world suddenly bearing down upon my shoulders, and I could see my plans for the future blurring before my eyes as the thought slowly crept across my mind:
I’m that girl.
Words of Encouragement [a poem]
By Forrest Rivers | Featured Contributor
All we are
Is stardust
And fractals
Of cosmic waves
Dancing in a sea
Of love
Life has meaning
A message
And a sacred rhythm
That drums to the beat
Of one
Let Us Do It Now
“I shall pass through this world but once.
If therefore, there be any kindness I can show,
or any good thing I can do, let me do it now:
let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
-Etienne de Grellet
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Wishing each one of you love and happiness as we finish off this year.
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This Heart
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
This heart is a strong muscle.
It never disappoints.
When put to work,
there is always strength,
there is always strength.
This heart is a deep well.
When the bucket is lowered
and dips into its depths,
there is always refreshment,
there is always refreshment.
Living [a poem]
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
Love and compassion, sorrow and strife
An uneven rhythm, this opus called life
Fate she is fickle, one day you’re stuck
And the next you may have a stroke of good luck
