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GREAT GRATITUDE
This year though tough
None of mine
Missed a single meal
None of mine
Had to beg or steal
Always plenty in the fridge
None of mine
Slept under a bridge
And for that I’m abundantly gratefule
And for that I weep
As I know many of us more
Have nowhere to sleep
Oh but we must hang on
For the new reality is what’s in store
And as the sun sets tonight
Continue onward we must
With healing in our wings
Broadcasting our love and our light
For every single demon to take flight
The clock’s a ticking
None of their lies are sticking
It all ends…SHORTLY!
EVA SANTIAGO©2023
Told Ya SO
All the leaves are fallin’
The house of cards is stacked
Dueling dualities coming to a head
Choose life
or go with the dead
Jingle bells
Hell’s bells are ringin’
What you thought was light
Turned to fool’s gold in plain sight
Choirs no longer singin’
Church bells have stopped ringin’
The preacher man lied
All in his care have died
R.I.P. if you can…
There’s NO rest for the wicked
EVA SANTIAGO©2023
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endings…BRING NEW BEGINNINGS
“Let the OLD go!”
Lookin’ Back a Sec
This was a good year, despite the hiccups and unexpected twists and turns; indeed I can check off 2023 as A ok!
People exposed themselves and let me know who they’re really loyal to. It was hard to handle at first but when I took away my emotion’s lens and viewed them through my rational lens; I realized I’d known all along who these people have been.
Now I know just how to handle or not handle them both
Now I know when to step in and when to walk away
Now I know when to care and when to ignore
Now I know when to give my powerful energy and when to withhold it
Now I know when to listen and when to turn a deaf ear
Now I know when to respond and when to remain quiet
Now I know when to lend support and when to remain detached and aloof
Now I know when to share and when to keep things to myself
Now I know for certain to always FORGIVE and at times, DON’T FORGET!
Now I know when to say hello and when to say, good- bye…NOT see you later… GOOD-BYE!
EVA SANTIAGO©2023
RETURN TO SENDER
HUSH!
Too much chatter
an inescapable din
Too many moving lips
Saying things that don’t really matter
The collective mind
is all in a jumble
All their lies making everyone scatter
lives being lost in a fumble
This insanity goes beyond The Mad Hatter
No one wants to be humble
The Lord of the Flies is causing a great clatter
Don’t wanna end up in a catastrophic rumble
Someone please take a giant fly swatter
The only way this ends
Is when we all surrender
let’s take all of their curses and lies
Return them to sender
EVASANTIAGO©2023
TO KNOW HIM
We are called to be the manifestation of SOURCE/God here on earth. Some of us are His eyes and ears; seeing and hearing in order to bring His message to those who aren’t able to see or hear Him for themselves ,yet. Still others of us are called to be His hands and feet; ready to go wherever He leads us to heal or lend a helping hand.
Wherever you are in your own personal journey with SOURCE/God, KNOW that your ultimate destination is to KNOW Him fully. This is how we bring people closer to our Creator:
My 24 year old son kept getting upset with me; he confides in me and we have great talks. Unbeknownst to me I’d been offending him because lately I’d remind him to “get closer to God”. Where’s the harm in that ,right? Well, I was telling him what he already knew he had to do and no one appreciates that! I was grieved as I realized that he felt misunderstood by me. We kept hitting the same dead-end in our most recent conversations. Yesterday as I watched him prepare for a business trip I heard,
” Apologize to your son and validate him.” I dropped everything I was doing and I walked up to him and I said,
“Hey son, I’m sorry for coming across in any kind of religious way to you. That’s never been my intention, I just keep telling you what you already know and I see how that can be annoying to you when you’re already doing your best. Please forgive me?…”
My son’s whole demeanor transformed right before my eyes. He too apologized for some of the hurtful things he had been hurling at me as he lashed out in frustration when he felt I wasn’t getting him. We hugged and as we did, we both felt a huge breakthrough in our communication.
We can’t be arrogant in our dealings with others. If someone you are called to be eyes/ears, hands/feet to is not getting it, step back and see them, hear them. In this way we become ALL things to ALL people.
EVA SANTIAGO ©2023
ALMA’S STORM
ALMA’S STORM
She thought the menacing clouds in the distant horizon could only mean one thing: Her certain destruction. She feared being obliterated in to oblivion. So Rosalma battened down the hatches of her sail boat and prepared for the worst. Oh she had seen it coming from afar for a while. Having been in control of her situations all of her life she always knew what to do. But there was something different with these dark clouds she kept seeing approaching closer everyday; esta tormenta es distinta, this storm is different, she told herself. She knew it was bigger than any rain storm she’d ever experienced before. Rosalma knew it, could feel it down to her core. But she decided not to run. She knew whatever came, even if she were to be stripped of her sails and tossed about in turbulent waters, she’d make it…at least she asked SOURCE every night for strength.
The day the deluge came started out in a strange calm. Rosalma looked out of her 2nd story bedroom window and she knew the light breeze and sun playing in the clouds above were lies. She had seen what was coming. Suddenly the day grew overcast and the thunder rolled. Her heart skipped a beat. Should she stay and weather the storm or go out to meet it face to face?
She gathered her long copper toned locks in a messy pony tail, threw on her fisherman’s sweater over her jeans and boots; grabbed her back pack and headed out to the marina. The clouds were building and the hues of grey changed constantly from grey to charcoal; reflecting her fears. Undaunted, Rosalma , was going for it. She knew in the storm lay her destiny.
Vamomos Chica! GO girl, she encouraged herself. She found her sail boat; she’d christened her ALMA after her abuela, grandma who’d walked the earth for 98 years and taught Rosalma all about the storm. Rosalma headed out in Alma to find her soul’s purpose.
The water was choppy and the air now nippy. Rosalma tightened her raincoat a bit more snugly around her petite 5.2 frame. The water was merciless and kept over powering the deck. But, Rosalma kept on. She knew destiny’s end was ahead and staying where it’s safe would never get her there.
Soon enough the storm was beating Rosalma up and knocking her around, with fists the size of the Hulk’s. Every time she thought it would let up, the struggle intensified. She desperately looked up for any sign of her tomentor letting up and the storm today seemed relentless. It wasn’t quitting and neither was Rosalma.
Mid storm Rosalma’s spirit was sinking. She thirsted and no drop of water could satiate it. Water everywhere and none of it could quench. Water everywhere and nothing to stop the stench of hell’s flames. She wept and couldn’t tell where her tears began or ended. Her eyes swollen from the storm’s continuous beatings, felt like she was blind. She wanted to just lay there and give up and admit defeat on Alma’s deck. Who would blame her for quitting? Obviously this storm no man woman or child could overcome. So the minutes slipped away and her soul with them.
Until a light came from a light house. It was far off but the light shining from it was undeniable. Rosalma shot up to her feet. She steadied herself by grabbing on to a side rail. All of the sails on Alma now torn to bits; which hung on like rags on a homeless person. Her soul knew how that felt.
She had seen the light ; though it was faint, she knew her destination to Port Désirée was just ahead. Through the rain storm came peace.
So what now? ALMA was not tossed about anymore. The storm’s rage was lessening and the wind no longer howled in distress. The light tower was in full view straight ahead. Rosalma shook a little inside. What lay ahead for her? She had left it all behind; brought absolutely no baggage on this journey. She wanted to travel light and get places faster. But now with all that was familiar to her gone, she knew not what she’d face next.
Through the rain storm came peace and Rosalma knew it was all well worth facing the storm that threatened to finish her off as it had done to so many of her ancestors. This new place was like a new addiction she could not deny. The light here seemed blinding only becase she had been in doom and gloom for so long. Rosalma was here to stay. This new place of color and no grey was where she would stay…
-Eva Santiago ©2012 ©2023
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