Bad Influence


I was so quiet and secure
No passion troubled me
Perhaps lived hidden and obscure
Just the way that it should be
You were wild and unpredictable
And yet you looked at me
You looked at me

I sought not to possess or own
Comfortable in my skin
And while some sins I might atone
No guilt traversed within
You seemed at first exotic, kind
Not bathed in blood and sin
In blood and sin

I strayed so far within my mind
Different person I became
And you grew cool, no longer kind
More infamy than fame
Bad influence, too late I saw
So caught within your game
Within your game

Emerged at last from this travail
I barely know my face
I’ve journeyed far, too many miles
To some forsaken place
Your mark upon me but a scar
Of gentleness no trace
No trace

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All…

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You Are You and More

Two-Minute Tune-Up

During my crisis-line training, an instructor broke the ice by asking each of us what super power we would choose if we had the opportunity. Without pause, I said “the ability to open hearts and minds to transformative truth.”

As I spoke these words I wondered why a merciful God would not automatically give us this openness. Then I remembered the story of George Richie in Return from Tomorrow.  Even though he had met God, the future, and the spiritual world in a near death experience, once he recovered, it took a lifetime before he fully utilized the information.

There must be something valid about the painful process of personal discovery that makes revelation stick.

So, today, I will work on opening my own heart and mind.

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