When I think of Our Sacred Love

When I Think of Our Sacred Love

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BY: Keith H. Seymour

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I kiss your lips hello, each morning

before I open my eyes.

Then when awake... your are not there.

When this reality appears... my heart dies.

I reach over to the night table,

where your smiling picture is adorned

by the beads of Holy Church and Holy Mother.

I then pick it up and kiss your smile,

knowing for me...you are my Love...There is no other.

Each night, I pray Holy Beads for our eternally earthly union.

I kiss you goodnight, close my eyes, and for a few brief unconscious hours,

We are consciously together... eating tomatoes, and tuyo

Mahal and Inday...as I dream of you, and you of me,

we happily cry.

For, I know you do the same of my picture and your Holy Beads

in your far away place.

As you close your eyes, and picture my true and faithful love for you,

that is so unmistakably... upon my face .

Your day is my night, my day your night,

and even though separated by thousands of miles, distant lands. and many seas,

we are joined together, by God given love... as our mutual keys.

Someday...and the sooner the better.

whether our eyes our physically open or closed,

we will mutually and concurrently kiss...when our Holy Beads and lives

by God are joined Together.

FAces

                                                                  Faces

                                                                  *****

                                                                                                       By: Keith H. Seymour

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We all wear faces, several different faces.

We wear them...Concurrently and at different times.

We all wear faces, different faces.

Not masks, for masks hide what is really there.

Whereas, our various faces

actually exhibited what is truly not seen by ourselves...or others.

Not roles...not parts we play in our lives....but faces of the whole

faces that fill....and sometimes create

voids.

We all wear faces, many different faces

that shows sides, parts, each portion of our entire being.

These faces are both good and bad.

Sometimes we recognize them...sometimes not.

Sometimes remembered... by others, sometimes forgot.

We all wear faces. Yes! We all wear several different faces.

Just because we do not recognize them when present, does not mean they are not there.

Just because others do not see them does not mean for us they truly don't care.

We all wear faces. Yes, we all wear faces.

Some discovered, some still hidden.

I have them, and so do you.

We find out about them, when we least expect to.

These faces are never false, and though they sometimes exhibit our faults, t

hey are still “apparently” true.

The problem of mere mortals finding out we have so many faces,

is are often surprised as discovering how, when, where, and why they show up/

oftentimes causing us to question who were are, and why we're here.

Yes, we all wear many faces, that whether we know it or not,

are always with us. They are always there..