MRCF has made a positive difference to many people's lives and continues to do so. It makes you feel so hopeful, like it's possible to create change. The social aspects of life have always interested me. Why is the world the way it is, for good or for bad? Is a human being strictly limited by his or her circumstances, flaws or conditions? The clearest thing to me is that society is a reflection of every human being. It's kinda true, you have to be the change you wish to see. Sometimes it is easy to underestimate our impact on our world and to each other but every act of kindness goes a long way. Nothing is ever lost by sharing. Every defeat, every tragedy and disappointment is, in my opinion, a gift so that we can strengthen and renew the human spirit of love, forgiveness, compassion and kindness.
Fresh Bread
Plough the fields.
Nurture the crops.
Today’s sorrow is but,
tomorrow’s victory.
Today’s victory is but,
tomorrow’s sorrow.
A refugee of life.
Tears gently flow from their eyes.
A late night meal.
Lovingly kneading wholemeal flour.
To prepare a humble feast.
Who is in need?
Knead, knead, knead away.
It was said, they said,
Bread and education is the only need.
Bread in the oven.
To rise there must be intense heat.
A thorny road.
The ground likes to feel your feet.
Choose your life.
Embrace your path.
Do you willingly accept defeat?
Is it anger or love,
on which you will forever feed?
Flour, water, herbs, salt, and yeast.
Fire, water, earth, wind and more fire.
Simple but beautiful bread.
It feels good to eat,
It feels good to feel.
Taste the sentiments of life.
Leave all strife.
Surrender all pain.
Situations come and go.
Life is the feast.
Emotions consume.
A recipe for love or disaster?
Love, bread and butter is all you need.
Look deep within your heart.
Choose between the past or a new start.
Choose between your head or your heart.
Love Life.
Bake fresh bread.
Plant your new seed.
Live from your heart.
Nourishment
On this rosewood paper,
She gently scribes.
Flowing, proud, natural,
The tree lost its bark,
Yet the young plant looks on.
Another season,
Another day gone.
Another night prolonged.
In this world who
is hungry, who is lost?
who doesn’t feel that they belong?
Saint or sinner.
Famine or feast.
Regardless, the breeze of life blows strong.
Flowing, proud, natural,
The old tree lost its bark,
Yet the young plant looks on.
Life is life.
What is your nourishment?
No need to look above or fear below.
Instead, your heart has more than enough love.
Parisian Story of The Beggar and My Lover
Ripped apart. Dejected,
to see no differences.
A whisper is a whisper.
A street is a street.
We all make mistakes.
Eyes shone with love.
Living on the street. Invisible who wants to be?
What is this sickness,
How does it feel to,
not want to feel.
Twisted, ugly, wounded, beautiful fate.
I gave him me. I gave him everything.
The soul does not know defeat.
Love, Life, Rebirth, Death,
It is a gift to breath.
A few moments later,
Unfettered bewilderment,
My lover welcomed me, he wants to feed me.
A plate of food, coffee straight from Paraguayan soil.
Never knew it was possible to love
so simply, so profoundly.
God’s beauty is all around.
We can be nourished.
Through love we can be healed.
It was said, they said,
Bread and education is the only need.
Bread in the oven.
To rise there must be intense heat.
A thorny road.
The ground likes to feel your feet.
Choose your life.
Embrace your path.
Do you willingly accept defeat?
Is it anger or love,
on which you will forever feed?
Flour, water, herbs, salt, and yeast.
Fire, water, earth, wind and more fire.
Simple but beautiful bread.
It feels good to eat,
It feels good to feel.
Taste the sentiments of life.
Leave all strife.
Surrender all pain.
Situations come and go.
Life is the feast.
Emotions consume.
A recipe for love or disaster?
Love, bread and butter is all you need.
Look deep within your heart.
Choose between the past or a new start.
Choose between your head or your heart.
Love Life.
Bake fresh bread.
Plant your new seed.
Live from your heart.
Nourishment
On this rosewood paper,
She gently scribes.
Flowing, proud, natural,
The tree lost its bark,
Yet the young plant looks on.
Another season,
Another day gone.
Another night prolonged.
In this world who
is hungry, who is lost?
who doesn’t feel that they belong?
Saint or sinner.
Famine or feast.
Regardless, the breeze of life blows strong.
Flowing, proud, natural,
The old tree lost its bark,
Yet the young plant looks on.
Life is life.
What is your nourishment?
No need to look above or fear below.
Instead, your heart has more than enough love.
Parisian Story of The Beggar and My Lover
Ripped apart. Dejected,
to see no differences.
A whisper is a whisper.
A street is a street.
We all make mistakes.
Eyes shone with love.
Living on the street. Invisible who wants to be?
What is this sickness,
How does it feel to,
not want to feel.
Twisted, ugly, wounded, beautiful fate.
I gave him me. I gave him everything.
The soul does not know defeat.
Love, Life, Rebirth, Death,
It is a gift to breath.
A few moments later,
Unfettered bewilderment,
My lover welcomed me, he wants to feed me.
A plate of food, coffee straight from Paraguayan soil.
Never knew it was possible to love
so simply, so profoundly.
God’s beauty is all around.
We can be nourished.
Through love we can be healed.
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