Words for peace, hell and heaven

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                          Words for peace, hell and heaven

I called you my friend. I have become the literal dead. Dead friends killed in faraway wars are heavy upon my mind and the damned wars keep a-coming. I saw one of my friend's children. She graduated High School. I stood with her and I told her she was her father's angel and wealth. He loved you so and he would be so proud of you.

 My friend. My mind had turned cold and hard. My senses are gone and I need to be near the sea and to hear your voice. I need someone to tell me I'm going to be okay.

I stood by my friend's grave and I sat with him. I could hear his voice and I could see his smiling face. I heard him tell me, Johnnie, live for me and ensure my children's future. Their father loved them so.

I pray daily for peace. I hate war. War steals hope, life and great cities. War isn't the road to peace. It is the road to a dead-end. I'm a father and I asked the gods of life and death. Please stop the wars. There are enough tears upon the poor planet.
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                        Hell and heaven

A kind woman told me all sins can be forgiven. I kissed her face-cheeks and I told her, sin is a part of us. Each of us wants too little or too much. Some of us commit the deadly sins without regret. The gods are not foolish. Men are filled with greed and anger. They must forgive themselves first, then maybe can seek true forgiveness.

Pretty woman fell into deep thoughts and asked, can you erase bad deeds and actions by trying to live a good life? I told her, condemned men accept their faith. Actions done without care and concern for another are just weight to carry till one day. All deeds and actions demand payment.

She looked sad and she told me, I will pray for you. Prayer is the way to forgiveness. Here on earth. Life can be hell or heaven? We must decide. We must know love, live a noble life and not repeat the sins of the past. There is no perfect life. Just us trying to do our best.

I embraced my dear friend and I told her, our children pray for us to know heaven as we did for our parents. Most of us need to find hell to appreciate heaven. Thank you my dear friend.


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                         John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

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Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

Love your work Coyote. You have such a pleasant way of writing, regardless of the subject, that I just find very special. I often find myself reflecting on your pieces, especially your stories & lessons passed down by Native Americans, throughout the day. You have a very resonating tone to your "voice." Keep it up dear friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, all actions have consequences, in war, in love and generally in life...what goes around comes around and we must accept that.

i like the story you told through these words...very moving and unfortunately so very real...

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. I have been too many 21 guns salutes for friend gone. I hope before my grandchildren are old enough. Men will tire of war.

[Lyn Anderson]

Your words are moving, as always, and speak of your kind soul and deep empathy for others. Beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I appreciate the help also.

[Lyn Anderson]

It is always my honour and pleasure.

[barleygirl]

While I like every wise statement in your story, Coyote, there are two stand-outs. First, your utter dislike for war, which I so very much share. If you train a dog using force and yelling, you get a well-trained aggressive dog people fear. Only peace brings more peace. The second thing I love most about your message is the second-to-last line . . . I did not learn to be a better person until I experienced the pits of hell. I'll always be thankful for those very hard lessons. Thanks for your gentle messages of wisdom . . . this world can't ever have enuf to try to balance out the senseless shouting.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Memorial day bring back friends memories. Reminder, I must keep in touch with their children and check-in.

[barleygirl]

You are incredibly thoughtful toward every single person you've ever met and walked awhile along the road of life. That's so rare, my friend. You have no idea how rare that is (((HUGS)))

[Coyote Poetry]

The Army family is a good family. Soldiers learn. We must take care of the ones who survived. Fellow soldiers and their families.