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My Religion

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My religion is all religion.
My religion is hope.
My religion is all that preaches
Any pain to cope.

My religion is not prescriptive;
It does not think of one path;
My religion is written in the stars;
It’s what exists in a child’s heart.

My religion isn’t bound to scripture,
Or rule or obeisance that’s blind;
It caters to a conscience, that’s built
From wounds to the heart and the mind.

It speaks of no lingering hate;
It but asks of me to live and let live;
It implores me to gauge what I get
From anger or the chance to forgive.

I take the best from your religion and theirs,
I take the path of do no harm;
So I can take the path of the scalpel,
Or I can submit to a happy charm.

The winds and the directions and planets
Existed before any religion’s first breath;
As such, empathy is all I know of life
And peace is all I can think of death.

Broken

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You and she both cancer-ridden;
But you had to go first.
I have no words to express
What you must have gone through,
You just looked at me with glassy eyes
Caused by hanging onto life.

I lifted you for every walk
And you told me,
When you were done.
I listened.

I’m sorry, I lost my temper…
My love was frayed and my heart broken…
And I tried my best to love you better…
But breaking human hearts
Have – limitations.

I let you go, my first-born son.
I didn’t know I still had it in me.
I don’t know what will happen
As your sister continues to bleed.

But I will stand by her
As I did by you –
Even though our bodies don’t.
Even though my heart has
broken,
It is yours.

Xena

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You look behind to see if I am coming.

You would take your toy and come to me running.

You are a grumpy little thing with bat-like ears.

You came to me at a time that was filled with tears.

You journeyed through miles, quite a valiant feat.

When I held you, you made my family complete.

I named you a warrior princess, not a guest.

You have more than passed the strongest of tests.

Life has a few more in store for you, I’m afraid,

but I can count on all the victories you’ve made.

So tomorrow may frighten the hell out of me,

but the warrior in you shall fight valiantly.

I love you the most, my daughter, and that you know,

for every glance you give me tells me so.

Know I’ll be there if, on the table, you feel alone,

waiting outside the doors to take you right back home.

So keep your strength and let them cut the cancer out.

Fight and be strong, and you’ll win — I have no doubt.

My heart aches for all the battles you must fight,

but being your dad, that falls as my right.

Just know, as I see you stick your head out of the cone,

the moment I held you, you stopped being on your own.