A Child’s Love Will Unite
A Child’s Love Will Unite
The day’s battle has been lost as the light has fallen to the might,
The glow of the moons light.
With the curiosity of a child, I stare high up into the sky; our universe springs to life before my eyes.
Gazing at the stars, their fires burn bright, shooting through the darkness of the night. My mind ignites with an excitement as I seek the secrets of our universe, within the vast space beyond the skies.
Like a detective, I focus on each star, not diverting my skilled eyes, waiting for it to move for then the proof will be mine.
Since I was a child, I have searched for my suspect, laying back on the soft cool night grass staring into space. I would say to myself, it’s only a matter of time;
my beliefs and evidence will align.
The quest for life beyond our universe given to our greatest scientific minds continues to be unanswered, for they have not found their Holy Grail, with all their fancy telescopes and big shot degrees.
You see, a child’s mind so open and free, his innocence just might bring our worlds together. Those good souls or Aliens if you prefer, from far off and distant planets will want the child who sees.
A child’s love will unite,
The other worlds that are far beyond the stars where most adults lose their sight.
Of course, please be aware,
just as on this planet, evil exists everywhere.
William E. Hay
(Copyright 5/02/2012)
To Just Be (revised)
To Just Be
Rush, rush, and rush some more;
hustle and bustle, fight your way to
your great success.
If your tired grab some coffee, no
that’s it, an energy drink with only
a ton of sugar!
People everywhere having a bite
with a fork in one hand and their smart
phone in the other.
Greatness comes when you only sleep 5
hours a night. Is that really
great?
This culture we live in tells us all,
this is what make us great. Do we
really want to live in a society
that moves at the speed of light yet
is blind to all we pass?
We should allow ourselves to slow down
just a bit. I wonder then, what
would we see?
When is the last time you were in awe
of an eagle soaring above you and felt
his spirit? To shut out the noise and
enjoy that moment, allowing ourselves
To Just Be.
When is the last time you gazed at the
sun going to sleep over the horizon?
Imagine feeling that orange glow, those
last soft beams of light piercing
thru a peaceful cloud.
To Just Be.
When is the last time you meditated to
clear your mind of all the clutter and stress?
To Just Be.
When is the last time you prayed to
strengthen your conscious contact with God
and to feel a light that soothes your soul?
To Just Be.
When is the last time you awoke from a
nights sleep and realized there is so much
to be grateful for, taking the time to
stretch as you enjoy a glorious morning yawn?
To Just Be.
When is the last time you gave yourself
a priceless gift?
To Just Be.
When is the last time you felt
joyous, happy, and free?
To Just Be.
Those things of beauty that nurture our mind,
body, and spirit our always around us, but
is it not true that most of us just don’t
stop to smell the roses.
I find it quite funny, that the most valuable
present, wrapped by God himself, we could ever
receive is right at our fingertips, can you
believe it is absolutely free!
The only requirement is,
To Just Be.
William E. Hay
(copyright 9/28/2011)
The Grim Reaper
The Grim Reaper
My home is asleep as I lay on the couch. A subtle light cast from the TV fills my space, suddenly; I see my breath as if standing outside on a
cold winters night.
The anxiety moves thru my body as though it has its own life. This can’t be, I think to myself, but no matter how hard I fight this chill will not take flight. A chill seeps into my bones; this night is not at peace,
something is not right.
I must sleep, I will not, something tells me to not close my eyes, for to sleep
I would die.
My mind must be playing games with me, and then I realize alone I am not. I feel the evil within its life, knowing this is no lie.
Searching through the darkness, not wanting to see this thing that feels like Death itself. I ask of you Death, have you made your visit
to welcome my end?
The thoughts race within my mind. I struggle to listen, desperate to understand, for I know not what they say. Finally, I hear the language they speak,
telling me soon my funeral I will attend.
A shadow moves along the wall, my body shakes with fright for my
sight is clear.
The Grim Reaper, with his claws, and long sharpened sickle appear from the shadow of his long cloak. My breath become tight, trembling as my muscles freeze; his shadow prevents my escape,
he is so very near.
My time is not for long; death has finally come
knocking at my door.
Gathering all my fears as I have done in the past. I churn them swiftly, as they set fire, my courage will show this Reaper
what’s in store.
Surrender is not an option; for my purpose in life has more strength than Death, to find redemption, make peace within my soul
for all the pain,
I gladly gave to those whose love they
gave in vain.
This battle, I will win; I leap from my couch and move as a younger man defending my life. He has met his match, on this night
truth will prevail, not the devils soldier.
My whole being attacks, with an intensity born from the fire burning brightly inside my soul. I grab onto the shaft of his sickle and push against his evil cloak, for tonight is not my time, come back when
my age has grown older.
The Grim Reaper screams, my ears fill with an evil and anger I have never heard before. I push and push with the
power of my Lord,
And then, his shadows disappears. Victory is mine for this night, and the Grim Reaper has been defeated. Listening, I hear his sickle scratch along the floor, beyond where I can see. He retreats into the darkness, behind his dark and evil door.
William E. Hay
(Copyright 4/28/2012)
AA Never Fails, People Do
AA Never fails
People Do
During the early days, AA achieved a much higher success rate. We would be remiss to not remember these wise words. “RARELY HAVE we seen a person fail who has thoroughly followed our path”. However, as time has gone by this success have begun to fade.
Bill Wilson and Dr. Bob made this their mission, to find those who hit the lowest of bottoms, within the institutions, or the street where they laid.
Times have changed, the bottoms not so low, not for all, but for most.
On any given day, you will see them walk in with a bit of fight left in them. A little freshening up and off the wagon they will jump, to return for that social toast.
There is no excuse; lifting that drink that robs you of all you love. The winners that live life on life’s terms continue, on a daily basis, to water a plant that blossoms the most magical flower, Hope.
As defined in the bible, hope embodies faith and love. Possess not, and your path leads you down the road of despair, back to a life of Booze, Drugs, and Dope.
Faith carries us to meetings; we share our love through the fellowship. The speaker shares, are hands raise as we share, and love blossoms with every greeting.
Our hope feeds us a wonderful meal; faith and love fill our spirits as we walk away, blessed by another meeting.
Meeting makers make it, although, this hope I speak of does not come without further sacrifice.
The program awaits us upon arriving home, the daily work to strengthen our sobriety. To keep it simple and do what is right, really feels quite nice.
Those of us who are willing to go to any length, for we know that half measures avail us nothing. A man who knows why will go to any “How”, in achieving a strong sober foundation. The clouds clear, emotions come to life, we experience growing pains, but one day at a time, we also have great fun!
The practice of our daily prayers to our higher power, allowing ourselves the time for a meditation,
We always end up at a peaceful location.
Recovery literature to read, and do something that inspires you to dream, to be born again knowing we were not bad, just sick. The gift of changing, to once again enjoy that which was stolen by the Bottle; a beautiful healing within our mind, body, and spirits in blessing us all with the power to believe!
Let us not forget a call to our sponsor, and place our thoughts on a step or two. What a surprise! I am still sober, enjoying a daily reprieve.
Call me naive; let us raise our success rate in reaching for the clouds. All the souls in recovery will stay sober by fellow-shipping in attending meetings, calling their sponsor daily, giving back all that was given to us, and working their spiritual program with angelic sincerity.
In addition, we must not forget sobriety, must be our number one priority.
Be an optimist; stay positive as you hit those bumps in the road of life. A drink will not make it better. For your hope will stay strong and you will stay sober, that is what I call a 100% success rate. If, you fall off that wagon, get up and go to a meeting. Do not let the Devils voice of shame keep you away from the love and light of the Fellowship. It will lead you to death, indeed a very sad fate.
Please remember to keep it simple, easy does it but do it! The promises do come true. Live one day at a time, and I have always found, it is best to leave early for meetings, and stay late.
Allow me to give you a beginning at the end, upon each day that we wake, may we thank our Higher Power for a sober day, and ask to let thy will be done, not mine.
I now must say goodbye, however, in reading some words that were passed to me, I sincerely hope you had a nice time.
A psychic and spiritual change? Please believe me when I say, it most definitely beats a Vodka, with a slice of lime.
William E. Hay
(Copyright 4/ 26/2012)
Dedicated to Dan Callahan, MSW
All those in recovery check out his Blog, www.happyrecovery.com. Also, two of the most innovative and admired websites running today, that Dan developed with the help of a few great minds. They are www.rehabs.org and www.rehab-programs.org, to assist all those who have made a decision to live, and commit to a Rehab!!
Spontaneous Words/Improved Poetry
Spontaneous Words
Why not write a poem , one word at a time, I swear, in ordering my brain to by pass by my will. Please just take your words within a thought directly to my writer’s hand.
I’m still waiting! What, I don’t understand, for my hand is writing about sand; quite silly if you ask me, but that’s right, you didn’t ask me, and I warn you, my self-will is about to make a stand.
My hand is waiting not so patiently, the sands of our planet move like water within a desert, as the winds creates beautiful waves.
Just wait one moment my dear brain, I hate to admit this, but I’m actually having fun and this piece possibly might be one of my spontaneous faves
How silly can one be, for I totally forgot this is a first you see. At last, you have my writer’s hand hard at work and it’s writing that you expect a fee?
Now what are you doing, it’s reasonable, or I must suffer from insanity. However, your are in charge and after many years of having you in my head; well I must agree.
What now! As a brain I’m quite smart, therefore, only if your published, to which I have my doubts. Then I’d be quite happy with a fair sum.
Oh please, stop with that sad little face because you never know you might be the next great and published poet of our time. To which I have my doubts, but who am I, just a brain. You must believe in yourself, and for Gods sake, stop looking so glum!
William E. Hay
(no copyright as of yet, for as I told you, improved it was.)
As of tomorrow it will be, I actually believe my brain thinks better than me
Looking Through A Window
Looking Through A Window
As I walk up Broadway, I find myself looking through a pub window seeing myself, no it can’t be,
I must be looking at a memory, for that’s just not me.
He sits there alone, drink after drink, as the voices get louder within his brain, he speaks. ”Get me another drink bartender”! I must quite these words that spin within my head. Please stop the pain; they will stop talking, I will get stoned.
Twisted and turned, he’s entered the walking dead zone.
Each day he wakes to that moment. “Get me another drink bartender”! Once again, he dreams of finding hope in a bottle, but day after day, everything remains the same.
He thinks to himself. Have I lost my mind, am I going insane? ,
A moment of clarity clears the fog, allows him to see. He knows the bottle brings not change, but leaves him in the dark alone.
As he takes another sip, that gift of clarity vanishes; he’s blinded, his hope continues to die. The drink has stolen all that he loved, leaving him as dry as a bone.
The spiral downward, where death awaits has begun; his spirit is empty and dry, just as his throat until that next sip. All those dreams he once had as a younger man are long in the past, and they to will die.
The drink has taken control and bought the deed to his soul. His thoughts turn to an old friend, suicide.
God speaks quietly, as his thoughts gently enter my mind. He reminds me, but for the grace of God there go I. The sun is shining bright upon where I stand, smiling, I think to myself; grateful am I to be looking through that window from the outside.
William E. Hay
(Copyright 4/15/2012)
She Came From Denmark
She Came From Denmark
We have never met within the physical sense, but know her I do, for kindred spirits we are. As we speak on the phone nurturing my love, I find myself with just a touch of envy towards my dear friend Michael, the husband! Okay already, I said just a touch of envy.
Her voice is so soft and inviting, she puts my spirit at ease. As if I am reading a romance novel, I picture her as a tall, elegant, beautiful woman with long flowing hair. She walks with such a powerful aura, yet is as gentle as a petal on a tulip. She carries the light and love of our lord, Jesus Christ. We all read books, freely visualize as to our minds imaginary sight. The splendid picture I paint, as she poses within my mind, is quite fine with me no matter the day we meet, or the photos they might send to me.
I have discovered great fun in entering the world of a book, to see what is unique to you or me; bringing a commitment, our minds need to feel complete. However, make no mistake, all power to see comes from within our soul. For only with the Lords vision, can we discover our true sight.
My imagination has a bit of mischief to much of my delight. To be very clear, she came from Denmark, and brought with her a soul that is full of love and shines brightly through Gods light.
Beauty is within the eye of the beholder; it cannot be, if seen externally. Witnessing true beauty one must carry the Lords love; he blesses us with his eyes in all we view.
Yes, personal to me, but I believe that is exactly how
it should be. Do you?
William E. Hay
(Copyright 4/19/2012)
Dedicated to the man I envy just a touch, and his beautiful wife.
Love you both!