"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Thursday, July 23, 1998

Dear God











I feel it's time to hit my knees;
not a thought that fades with ease;
a feeling that I cannot shake;
a blessing, for granted, I will not take.

My Lord, you work in mysterious ways,
and I am not so easily swayed.
I've always felt your magical presence,

and always believed in the power of your essence.

While others may devote their life and ways;
let prescribed rules lead their days;
I have felt you within me,
and have known you'd help me
find the way someday,

and just when I was about to give up;
as I began to laugh at love;
as my tired soul grew bitter;
one star in your sky did glimmer.

Your awesome force
has filled my heart,
and I can feel all through me,
something start.

I kneel before you now,
and am in awe at how
you could give me a gift so great,
and a whole new view of fate.

I pray, in your eyes, I'll earn this blessing,
and that I've learned my last hard lesson.
While it doesn't seem enough to say 'thanks,'
I pray, Dear God, you'll grant me strength.

July 23, 1998

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