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
“Let the OLD go!”
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
Frailty is a funny thing. It talked her into a compromising situation. When she was strong she would proclaim “ I will never do that! “ . In her might she could scale a wall bare footed and topple several giants with her hand tied behind her back. She seemed invincible.
Now things are different. Battles have scarred her and she feels herself wavering. What was once firm ground now has turned into sinking sand. She said she would never stumble in matters of her heart and she did just that because weakness is peculiar. Her flaws continually beg for her attention. She looks in the mirror and where once stood a Jedi, now all she gazes at are the accusatory fingers that point to her and blame her for things that aren’t even her doing. That was her undoing back then and she wonders if it’ll contribute to her demise now.
She heard those voices back then and that’s how she lost her way. They drowned out her own voice and she followed the wrong ones, betraying herself. Now the image in the mirror begs her not to do it again. She is fragile and is succumbing more and more each day to what is comfortable because she has grown tired of the battles.
The conflict is in her soul and she knows there is a way out but she finds herself enjoying the darkness more than she thought possible. Being in the light this whole time has exhausted her. She finds opacity comforting, it’s where she can hide away, not having to worry so much about anything. The darkness beckons her daily; it is where light hasn’t reached yet. Those places longing for light’s exposure is where she treads lately. What she doesn’t realize is that as she visits those places, they are no longer in the dark because by illumination, they become won over territory.
Her darkness sees the light and it comprehends it not. It surrenders to the brilliance and that’s how she overcomes her weakness.
“It’s not by might nor power but by my Spirit,” says the Lord.
” Sin is basically the places of the heart where The Light hasn’t reached yet.” -Kim Clement
-EVA SANTIAGO ©2012/ ©2023
” There will be left on earth a glimmering speck of life and there will be a chance to kindle a new fire on a distant star…Birth, growth, old age, and death of an individual, family, race or nation, what is it all about but a rhythm.”
“The sun is the past, the earth is the present and the moon is the future.”
THE ROCK AND THE ROSE
Once upon a time there was a Rock, he was only nine inches around with a very rough surface. One day he decided that he wanted to be the highest Rock in the world; he always determined to do what he wanted so he set out on his adventure. This was no small feat for such a little rock.
It took him numerous years traveling in the rain, snow and heat. Up and down the hills and over the mountains he’d progress daily. Until one day he climbed the highest mountain on the earth. Upon his arrival he placed himself on the pinnacle that overlooked the entire world.He delighted in knowing that he was the only Rock that had ever reached such extreme altitudes. Finally he rested in the evening as he gazed up at all the stars and heavenly bodies that seemed to be at his fingertips. The Rock realized something was missing though…
Not too far from where the Rock was perched, there lived a Rose, planted firmly on a hill overlooking a lush meadow. She stood regally with a glowing red color. Her fragrance was a sense awaking aroma that could be found in no other flower. When it rained the Rose was cleansed with the dawn of the day. The Rose was also nourished by the sun’s rays as they traveled over the majestic mountain peaks; the warmth opened up her petals, saturating the air all around with her intoxicating scent until it reached the Rock. Suddenly he was wide awake!
The Rock was astonished at such a glorious aroma and his curiosity made him set out to discover the source. He was beside himself as he realized he didn’t know too much about anything. He became confused because he wanted to find out more about this amazing scent all the while maintaining his newly found stature. He wondered if he could have both; was it possible to be mighty, all the while being intoxicated by an unknown mind blowing, fragrance? He was determined to find out!
His trip to reach the source of this aroma didn’t take him years as before; the trajectory was all downhill so it was only a matter of days of following the mysterious scent. As he journeyed on he became aware of how lonesome it was to be him; bearing the title of the highest Rock in all the world, he’d find himself bored with no one to talk to… most rocks are hard and alone and he was no exception. He continued on with his search, undaunted…
The closer he came to the heavenly meadow, the stronger the scent became and he grew even more curious. He picked up his pace until he arrived at the place where the aroma seemed to rest. He stopped to take in the breath taking views and saw no one stirring about. He quickly noticed some sparrows circling above and some grey squirrels playing tag near a single red Rose. Suddenly he understood where the powerful fragrance had emanated from; the Rock and the Rose regarded each other with much surprise and mutual curiosity. The Rock broke the silence and boldly approached the Rose, introducing himself,
“I’m the highest Rock in all the world! I detected a new fragrance from my perch over the hill and decided to investigate. After several days of travel the scent lead me to you!” The Rose simply answered,
“Thank you!” She grew annoyed with him the more he tried to fill the silence with his nervous small talk. She was in her own private meadow and the many words from the ugly rock were not at all welcomed. She turned on him and spat out,
“ There is no place for your kind here! Please stop spoiling this tranquil vibe and be on your way…”
This abrupt display made the Rock want to be with the Rose all the more so he blurted out,
“ I just want to protect you and care for you!
The Rose laughed at his silly notion and she retorted,
“ Get back up to your mountain top, where you belong!”
This made the Rock break down and weep, something that he had never experienced in his whole existence. The Rose was caught off guard as she paused to look at the squirrels playing nearby and the swallows circling above; his cry was so genuine and tender that it made her feel a bit sheepish at her previous outburst. She was particularly astonished at seeing how the Rock was breaking open with each tear he shed; as she looked closer,the Rock had split wide open and inside he was filled with numerous precious royal blue gems that gave off a brilliant light.
She suddenly spoke out softly to the Rock,
“ I’m so sorry for my rude manners; you just taught me a valuable lesson; there is more to someone than what’s on the surface. Please stay with me in the meadows and we can enjoy each other’s company…”
The Rock interjected excitedly,
“ But of course, I’d like nothing more! Besides, mountain top living is pretty lonely!” He looked at the squirrels playing nearby and took in the majestic eagles pairing off in the wild blue skies above. So the Rock positioned himself around the Rose and they both adorned the meadow and made a beautiful life for themselves.
Moral: There is always more to the surface of a rock; there’s always more to the mountain top.
David Earl Brincat © 2022
In Loving Memory of:
David Earl Brincat: 7/7/50-7/21/20
“All we say to America is, ‘Be true to what you said on paper.’ If I lived in China or even Russia, or any totalitarian country, maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic First Amendment privileges, because they hadn’t committed themselves to that over there. But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly. Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech. Somewhere I read of the freedom of the press. Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for right.”
– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Stepping into a new day when they tell us we are all gonna die is not easy to do
But the “theys” of the world are being exposed on a grand scale these days, so it’s up to each person to decipher the bullshit web of lies ;and instead allow TRUTH to strike and disintegrate the deceptions.
So the choice is ours: Do we believe the falsehoods the “theys” feed us or, we can choose to dance on the embers of their weak-ass lies
Let’s end this sadness today and light a match to rekindle the freedom,that comes from staring into TRUTH’s brilliance; beckoning us all to rise up from the ashes of all their dragons we have slayed!
Eva Santiago © 2021
Eva Santiago 