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You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end, each of us must work for our own improvement and, at the same time, share a general responsibility for all humanity, our particular duty being to aid those to whom we think we can be most useful.

- Madame Marie Curie (won two Nobel Prizes but was never admitted to the French Academie des Sciences).

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

- Oscar Wilde

IMAGINE

My mind can imagine most anything

Fun things, sad things or what is in between.

I can imagine all is well in my life.

I can imagine I’m loved by everyone

Even imagine that time can stand still

And that no hurt, or pain can touch me.

Whatever I set my mind to it shall be

I can imagine being president of the nations

Or just a homeless woman living in devastation.

I can imagine things being all true or

All false, simple or complicated, Whatever

You see.

I can imagine being friend or foe, keeping things hidden or just letting go of all

That’s in my mind.

After all I could have never imagined

Being loved by you.

WITHOUT YOU

The sun will not shine without you,

There is no meaning to life without you,

No song in my heart, no joy in my soul,

“That is why I need you, Jesus.”

The Sky will not display blue without you,

There is no beat of my heart without you,

No love to share, no reason to care,

“That’s why I need you, Jesus.”

The rain will not water without you,

There is no truth to behold without you,

No dreams to reveal, no time to heal,

“That’s why I need you, Jesus.”

There’s no children in my womb without you,

There’s no parents to honour without you,

No family who share, no plans to adhere,

“That’s why I need you, Jesus.”

MOONTIME

Be the night, and harrowed flesh
entreat Apollo, in stolen flame, return.
Embrace golden light in charred stone,
where heart and hand seek the mercy of Helios,
and mark the scores on tallow stems, sacrificed
to tiny smoking stars, in caves of wood
and glowing eyes, draped against the darkness.

Beyond, Hecate's moistened breath as milk
to kiss the trees and gentle flowing water,
where hooded robes behind bared arms
chant praise to the face of autumn's queen.
Bright Selene, smile favour on Diana's child;
huntress, goddess, demand of worship
blood and song, each as dark as the soul

lost w'in the beast on the mountain's flank,
doomed to ascend once more the barren height,
as do creatures of the ebon depths,
adorn flashes blue and rainbow's fire,
rise to swell and strain the fishers' net,
and spill their lights upon the moon-pale deck.
The cursed ones in dark agony, blessed in her sight,

find coloured glist beyond any mortal 'magining;
the gleam of flesh, bright with fear and outrage,
offer at once sweet temptation, dire warning;
bloodened gold and silvered blue, the hunter's guide.
From longest night to longest night, thirteen times
will pledge a troth, bind to she who rules
the stellar host above, the shadowed host below.

Be the night, and harrowed flesh
entreat Apollo, pray the dawn be swift,
or swifter still, the fearful end once met
in the eye of Luna's champion …