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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Abundant Love and Crosses

Luke 15:7-Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.


One at a Time
Eve Gaal

Imagine my bewilderment at coming across this
collection of crosses probably made in China.
The cynic in me laughed--
maybe my dark side.
While the best in me hailed it as an achievement
here in our egocentric
capitalistic society.
A display of blatant commercialism
necessitated by
those who thirst for life.

But does it matter?
If even one human being
perhaps while making these crosses,
painting them, packing them, stacking them
begins to believe?
If one sailor on a
giant freighter crossing
through the Panama Canal
lifts one of these boxes and peeks inside.

They’ll decorate walls,
lonely  halls or
the side of roads where hate may have raged.
One mind that reconsiders,
forgives—
a family kept together--
a marriage saved.
A tribute to the fallen--
a comforting memory,
a marker of love.

If only one,
eye rests on the symbol and prays?
If one teenager who loses a friend to drugs
takes a tearful gaze
at the commemorative cross
reflecting on ‘why’.
If one life is saved,
from the clutches of doom—
the fire and fumes--
and one heart has turned toward God--
He will rejoice and be glad.



Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst.”

Monday, June 12, 2017

Social Media Hearts--(A Poem)


Look at the world,
where varied types of hearts commingle.
Some seem fully oxygenated,
gassed up
ready to whirl over others like a lawnmower.
Delete key overload,
parental controls,
a pack of unfriended hearts--
who had once made us smile.
Adult supervision lingers as
spiritual guidance,
legal representation,
group administrators,
and an authoritative boss.
Assisted living pulls hearts into
managed care and hospice.
One end is another beginning.

Wary hearts meekly gasp for air,
a word,
perhaps a meal.
Some are fearful and alone--
they kick--
act embarrassed—
ashamed of the past.
Sad hearts often find themselves mortified to be human.
They feel the species is regressing--
it does sound rather depressing.
And science invented a pill,
increasing serotonin--
flowing with emotional  dopamine
numbing like legalized cannabis.
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland.
Watch the news—hear the fire and the missiles--
see handsome soldiers break their mother’s hearts.

There are evil hearts that stab with knives made of sarcasm.
Sometimes they crawl into the recesses of their ventricles
pushing their own bloody convictions
behind an alias,
a nameless heart.
Cowardly hearts that prey
without a spine.
Waiting for a payoff?
Or simply inebriated?
Unattached and disloyal knights
who don’t care about anybody’s heart.   

Courageous hearts peacefully march for rights.
They proudly protest unfairness.
Stomping out bad hearts with vocalizations,
banners and communal prayer.

Like a roller-coaster—hearts can skyrocket at the medical center.
Hearts come and go.
On foot or carried on a stretcher.
Some have stitches and stents--
some turn to God and repent.
Wild ones twirl like overjoyed ballerinas.
Some people paint dreams around their heart like a picket fence.
They weave through clouds on multi-hued fantasy creatures,
and sing or write poetry about grateful hearts.   
Some are volunteering,
rescuing, knitting or putting out fires.
Millions of magnificent hearts connect into a loving tapestry.
But can honest hearts keep the good from unraveling?
Can we manage the truth behind our limitations,

while guarding innocent hearts?
In Time of Harmony by Paul Signac 1893


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by Eve Gaal

Monday, June 5, 2017

Can I Be of Service?




Whether blogging or posting anywhere on social media, today is a good time for me, and all of us in fact, 
to ask these all-important questions:

You know I'm experienced
 if I still have this on a shelf!










Who will listen? Who cares?
How do I reply? 
Am I too harsh? 
Repetitive?  Too boring?   
How can I make others care? 
Do I sound immature or unprofessional?
Is spelling important?
Can I be misconstrued?
What are my intentions?
Is there a better way to reach my goals?

Top Seven Questions.
1.       Am I making a difference?
2.       Am I being original?
3.       Am I being honest?
4.       If no one reads my post, will I be upset?
5.       Have I helped anyone including myself?
6.       Is my message or comment important?
7.       If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, did it fall or not?
 Of course it did. So if no one is listening or buying, does it mean you're invisible?
I don't know, are you? 

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