Creativity, difficult times, Encouragement, Faith, Frank de Acosta, Inspiration, poetry

How Love Trumps Hate – A Poem and Photograph

glass flask, alchemy, chemistry
Glass flask, photo by Marissa Anderson,


Alchemy is an ancient practice shrouded in mystery. Its practitioners sought to turn lead into gold through a purification process involving heat.

The word “transformation” is a synonym for alchemy. So is “magic” and “power,” both which can describe love.

Love, an emotion, is also a quality we all need more of during these difficult times in our society.

This poem demonstrates the power of love, which trumps hate.


Alchemy of Love (Love trumps Hate)

Never lose grace in faith
Believing there is beauty
To be found in everyone
All of us at one time
Have walked in brokenness
Through the dark corridors
Of our hearts and minds
An empathetic kindness
Compassion without condition
Received from another
Can be the spark that turns
A lost, dark, wounded soul
Towards the healing of light
Mending frayed, fragile lives
Prayers reaching to embrace
The stranger as relation
Engenders the true power of love
I say this with humble gratitude
Knowing I have received love
Undeserved; given love, unrequited
We are called to walk a sacred manner
Believing there is alchemy in love

Reflection by: Frank de Jesus Acosta

This photo made the rounds on Facebook. Eric Gaines, a police officer at the University of Maryland, Baltimore, was standing at a bus stop on March 1 when a teenage boy stopped to pray over a homeless man. The officer snapped this photo.

Eighteen-year-old Stephen Watkins said he was on a bus home from school when a song he was listening to inspired him to get off at an earlier stop in order to bless a complete stranger.

“I prayed for him. I said, ‘God right now you’re using me to bless this man,’” Watkins told WJZ-TV. “Thank you for showing me this song.”

teenager, young man, praying, homeless man
Teenager Praying for a Homeless Man; photo from Facebook.

Life can be difficult, sometimes devoid of sense verging on hopelessness. Let’s chose compassion and love to make life a little better in our tiny part of the world. Maybe, just maybe, that gesture will travel and touch someone’s life like this poem and photograph did for me. Keep the faith.

Family, poetry, Wisdom

Song of Serenity


Song to
Song to


Poetry gives me an opportunity to enmesh myself into someone’s thoughts on paper.


That’s how I feel about my favorite poets like Frank de Jesus Acosta. Each morning he shares a poem with his Facebook friends.

This poem, in particular, spoke to me as I read it this morning.

I thought of family, gratitude, and intention.


With Frank’s permission, I share his poem with you.


Song of Serenity


May the Creator fill your day with tasks of love and honor

as you walk a sacred path.

Close your eyes and listen to the wind for the song of serenity that has eluded you.

Turn your face towards the sun and feel the warm embrace of your ancestors

and all those touched by your love.

Remove your shoes with skin to soil that you may feel the heartbeat of the earth mother who cares for all her children

even as she bleeds.

Let your spirit return seven generations for truth

that it may travel seven generation forward in higher purpose.

This is my prayer for all of you today and poem for the children always…

En Lak’ech Hala Ken.*

by Frank deJesus Acosta


In Lak’ech Ala K’in are the Mayan words for

“I am your other self,” or “I am you and you are me.”

In Spanish, it’s

“Tu eres mi otra yo,” or “I am your other self.”

The Lakota say

“Mitakuye Oyasin,” or “All are related.”


Whichever sacred greeting you prefer, may your weekend be blessed, filled with opportunity, and peace. 

Art, Inspiration, Latino culture, poetry

Art and Poetry To Inspire

Canto A La Naturaleza/Ode to Nature-Paula Nicho Cumes, Artist
Canto A La Naturaleza/Ode to Nature-Paula Nicho Cumes, Artist

On my Facebook feed, I look forward to reading poems by Frank de Acosta and finding how he pairs his poetry with art.

This image, by Mayan artist Paula Nicho Cumes knocked me back, shook my eyes awake. Life so vibrant, I am lost in the colors, desiring to run up and roll down the hills, feel the blaze of sun, dip my toes in flowing waters, lay back and watch the migration of rainbow clouds journey me to dreams.

The poet’s words inspired me to be mindful during my own walk, to listen, and understand that the “soul of this life,” is something to seek.

With Frank’s permission, here is today’s poem (line breaks are mine):

Whispering Beauty (Reprise)

Rather than walking blindly through my day,

I will seek out the resounding beauty that waits in whisper before me.

I will humble my eyes to recognize blessings;

embracing the beauty taken for granted in my relations, creation, & changing rhythms of life.

Sharing humanity, compassion, & tolerance along my path,

I will walk in the spirit of gratitude, integrity, & purpose.

Exposing my heart in acceptance;

allowing space for love, laughter, understanding, forgiveness, & reconciliation.

Today is for listening intently to the soul of this life;

remembering that resounding beauty waits in sacred whispers before me.

Reflection by: Frank de Jesus Acosta

Frank is a writer and poet. I sure wish he’d put out a collection of his work.


Autumn Revisited

My autumn Bougainvillea
My autumn Bougainvillea

On this Saturday morning there is a damp coolness in the air. The skinny birch trees in my backyard are almost naked of their yellow leaves. The only spots of color are from the Miami Pink bougainvillea climbing up the stucco walls towards my Talavera sun goddess mask. Only in Southern California can you have bouginvillea plants alive in late autumn. Well, maybe Florida too.

This poem, by Frank de Jesus Acosta, was on my Facebook feed this morning. Frank shares his poetry with those who subscribe to his Facebook. On many mornings I find that his words resonant with me, lift me up, make me pause and think, and overall contribute to my day. Thank you Frank.

The colors of Autumn sunrise in LA-Albert Valles, Photographer
The colors of Autumn sunrise in LA-Albert Valles, Photographer

Autumn Revisited

The morning chill is brief

in the city of angels

Once the sun gives rise

to November days

Autumn paints orange-red leaves

gently falling off balding trees

A many colored quilt

blankets lawns and quiet walkways

This Saturday seems sleepier than most

all at once I yawn and smile

A long list of chores lies on the table

where it will likely see tomorrow

Days like these are made

to find the sweetness of life

A psalm of praise, a song of renewal

random acts of loving kindness

A bike ride to the park, my paradise

island of green in an ocean of concrete

I walk barefoot in the green cool grass

resting against a tree to watch the children play

Unfettered minds releasing their genius

creating new worlds of harmony and joy

Cities made of caramel stones

lollipop trees and chocolate milk rivers

Closing my eyes, their chatter and laughter

brings enchantment to a broken world

A circle of elders drum and sing

wafts of burning sage evoke a prayer of thanks

Releasing my spirit from worry

trials and troubles that weigh down dreams

An Autumn day is healing and joyous

if you surrender to its beauty

I lay me down on my bed of grass

searching the clouds for the face of God

A cool breeze caresses my sun kissed skin

I realize, God resides in all creation

The Creator is breath in water

spirit fire of all life in earth and heaven

A grandmother and child pass me hand in hand

and the arc of living is revealed

We are one inter-dependent circle of blood

spirit, heart, and mind; cradle to grave

As the chill returns slowly to the afternoon air

a list of things undone invades my sanctum

Defiantly I mount my rubber wheeled steed

to find the highest point of landscape

From where I can bid this day farewell

with its sweetness and its freedom

This Saturday seemed sleepier than most

and all at once I yawn and smile

As the world around me grows glowing orange-red

I feel the presence of God in the Autumn sunset

Poem by: Frank de Jesus Acosta