Friday Findings

(This first poem has an introduction written by its author. The words are his.)

I wrote this poem one day after me and my mom got into a really big fight, and she began to bring things up. My mother doesn't like the fact that I'm gay, she kicked me out when she found out, I really wish she could see how much she is hurting me. We use to be really close, now we hardly talk.

Dear Mom © Anonymous

This pain I feel inside 

I can no longer hide. 

Because of you I just wanna die, 

you told me you would always be here and never let me fall. 

Why did you lie? 

You denied me just because 

I was who I wanted to be. 

I couldn't be happy, 

I felt like nothing. 

Remember when you said 

you wished I was dead, 

I still keep that memory in my head. 

You put me out on the streets with nothing, 

you caused so much hate in me 

I'm not the person who I use to be. 

You changed me, 

you turned the family against me. 

I wish you could see how much I'm suffering, 

how much I feel lonely. 

I wish I could be somebody important to you, 

but I know that wish would never come true.

More poems and quotes for us to ponder:

Sharing – Author Unknown

Sharing is taking what's useful to one

and making it useful by two.

It can be hard

to give up what you have,

but it shows that you care

when you do.

Sharing – Emmy Nielsen Reyes de Gaspar

There is a treasure in every human being,

It is in everyone's life.

It is God's gift - it is called sharing.

Don't ignore it in the course of your life

It will make you wealthier than money.

The lonely, the sick, the old,

The young and the child

Will be the receivers.

Sharing other's sorrow,

Kind words of understanding,

Helping others in need,

O what a comfort in suffering!

The will of sharing is in the human heart,

In the heart guided by God.

Let everyone try and find that as a result of daily prayer he adds something new to his life, something with which nothing can be compared. – Mahatma Gandhi

The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays. – Soren Kierkegaard