Sunday, September 10, 2017

Cleansed by Grace

Grace in a cup,

Washing Macines.

Feeling warm rays of sunlight on the beach with arms spread wide.

Hot showers.

Laying in the hospital bed letting someone nurse you back to health.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright September 2017

Broken Bones

You won the fight,

I was wrong and you were right.

I lay here exhausted

From the turmoil.


Something has died within me,

A part of my spirit broken.

I must place my spiritual bones

Into a cast so they can heal.


Six months to set things straight,

Six months without strain,

No strenous activity

And living with daily impairment.


Truly, the ones we love the most will always hurt us the most.

The depth of the hurt will always mirror the depth of the trust and intimacy shared.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright Septembet 2017

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother's Love

Everyone is different,

Everyone loves in their own way,

And the way they love,

If you pay attention,

Shows how they need to be loved.


My mother taught me how to read,

Before I could even speak.

She taught me responsibility,

Before I could even reach the ping pong table,

Folding clothes and working other chores.


When I felt sick,

I was allowed to rest,

Drinking orange juice and flat 7up,

I could stay home from school,

Any day I didn't feel up to the task.


Her lessons still stick with me today.

I can face the hatred of the world,

Because she taught me independence.

And confidence to believe in myself,

Even when it meant standing alone.


She taught me that education

And focus on one's own growth

Was the only way to overcome socio economic constraints

For the greatest challenge,

Is to change oneself.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright May 2017