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Perhaps when we can communicate, when we

can sit down together, absent from demeaning slurs or

catch phrases. And when we can look beyond something

as superficial as color, and perhaps, when we can see

the person sitting across from us as an individual with a

beating heart, who perhaps, just may hope as we do,

dream as we do, has compassion, understanding and

aspirations. Can laugh and mourn as we do. Perhaps then

there can be unity. But only then.

Prejudice is a cancer. It is not something you were

born with. It is not some wayward gene that traveled through

time from your fathers before you. It was something you were

taught. It may have been subtle suggestion. Or it may have

been driven into your thought process like a jack-hammer.

However it got there, deal with the fact that it's there.

And if you did in fact, learn it, you can in fact, unlearn it. But

will you? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Virgil-Michael Moss

A Simple Epitaph

Please do not weep for me, as I have had an

oustanding life. Short on years, perhaps, but long on life.

I have dared to dream the big dreams.

I have dared to laugh. I have dared to cry.

I have dared to seek friendship.....and offer it.

I have dared to bestow comfort.....and seek it.

I have dared to be a husband.....and a brother.

I have dared to be a father.....and a son.

But mostly, I have dared to love you.....ALL.

Thank you for being a part of my simple, yet

gratifying life.

Virgil-Michael Moss

C The Poets Eye

The ability to envision things beyond the sphere

of common place.

The insight, as a mason does with brick and motar,

to contstruct an architectural masterpiece of word

and rhyme.

The perception, to hold fast a feeling of such deep

conviction, that it travels beyond the comprehention

of most.

The willingness to move, by the stroke of a pen, to

unravel a belief, thought, or feeling. in the context

of its creator.

Ever expanding the hearts of people.

Ever searching for expression, to capture the reader

in a way to broaden their thoughts on the subject

before them.

And ever reaching; to touch the inner workings of the

human spirit. For the poet knows; if he can touch the

soul of another.....he will touch his own.

Virgil-Michael Moss

ANGELS FLY

Angels fly and parents fly,

And you ask yourself, Why oh Why?

No-one can help, another sigh

And teardrops fall like rain from the sky.

Guilt and longing and sorrow reign

And aching heart and flinching pain,

And I ask you God, what have I done

That you should want to take my son?

But here is a plan , here is a way

To get you through these darkened days,

Other parents hold your hand,

They lost theirs too, it wasn't planned.

And your heart breaks to hold your child,

Look into his eyes and see him smile,

But he smiles at you where angels fly,

For him you'll live , you cannot die.

It helps to know that others care,

Have felt the loss, are with you there,

They'll come to you and help you know,

And accept in time why he had to go.

So cry your tears , your not alone

Don't let your soul in darkness roam,

For many parents around you

Stand with loving hearts and helping hands.

Tedegal

Click here With all your hidden abilities

unable to share in my dreams

can you possibly understand

that knowledge is held in my hand

enveloping our searching minds

villages passed through time

every one untouched by clouded hue

reflecting memories of me and you

Do not lament my course

not able to understand

everyone can have this knowledge,

I hold in my hand

*************

'Reflections'

what do you see.

Yourself as you were

or what you wish you could be.

We look at ourselves with a critical eye

but beyond our line of vision do we really see

do we really see past the lie

We reach out to seek the truth,

of where we have gone wrong

when we lost the innocence of youth.

Do we see ourselves as we are,

as we were or what we wish we could be.

Kind regards

'Kiwiwee'

Butterfly

6-23-02

Starting out life wrapped inside of a cocoon

A protective shell surrounding me

Not always so safe and secure

But none the less it was my own little guard

Hoping one day I would be free to fly away

Feeling the life flow throughout my wings

As the cocoon begins to open

I reach out and the sunlight shines down on me

The suns warmth embraces me

Like a moms loving arms

I fully emerge from the misused and harmed cocoon

I am whole and I am OK

I have a heart of gold despite of the past

I am a beautiful sight to see

I spread my multi-colored wings

And soar above world

I have come so far

And when my wings are weak

And I feel as if I can go no further

The suns light embraces me

She comes and lifts me up

Glistening my wings with a moms love

Then I can continue on with my journey

My cocoon could only protect me for so long

So now I have shed the protective walls of my cocoon

And I have spread my wings to fly

Now I will allow the wind beneath them

Carry me the rest of the way

Sweetpea_7 aka Kelly

ClicNote: This is a true article that was printed in a southern newspaper less

than a year ago

TAKE A DEEP BREATH BEFORE READING THIS

There was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their

daughter anything about God. One night when the little girl was 5 years

old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom, right in

front of the child. Then, the Dad shot himself. The little girl watched it

all. She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was a Christian

and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday School, the

foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard of Jesus, and

to have patience with her.

The teacher held up a picture of Jesus and said,

"Does anyone know who this is?"

The little girl said, "I do, that's the man

who was holding me the night my parents died."

If you ever look at yourself and feel that you don't measure up, read this and

your outlook will change before you finish reading it! This is good to keep,

not just to read from time to time, but to also keep stored in your heart!

Enjoy, & remember who you are!!!

When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them

into being. When I created man, I formed him and

breathed life into his nostrils.

But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the

breath of life into man because your nostrils are too

delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I

could patiently and perfectly fashion you.

Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere

with the creativity. From one bone, I fashioned you.

I chose the bone that protects man's life. I chose the rib,

which protects his heart and lungs and supports him,

as you are meant to do.

Around this one bone, I shaped you....... I modeled

you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your

characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate

and fragile. You provide protection for the most

delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the

center ! of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life.

The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it

will allow damage to the heart. Support man as the rib

cage supports the body.

You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor

were you taken from his head, to be above him.

You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and

be held close to his side.

You are my perfect angel.....

You are my beautiful little girl.

You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence,

and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart.

Your eyes......don't change them.

Your lips -- how lovely when they part in prayer.

Your nose, so perfect in form.

Your hands so gentle to touch.

I've caressed your face in your deepest sleep.

I've held your heart close to mine.

Of all that lives and breathes, you are most like me.

Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was

lonely! . He could not see me or touch me. He could only

feel me.

So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience

with me, I fashioned in you; my holiness, my strength,

my purity, my love, my protection and support.

You are special because you are an extension of me.

Man represents my image, woman my emotions.

Together, you represent the totality of God.

So man......treat women well. Love her, respect her,

for she is fragile.