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I am a member of the Pastoral Care Team in a major hospital. I am a member of the Pediatric Ethics Committee, as well as the Adult Ethics Committee at the same hospital. I am a certified advocate for sexual assault victims. I am a certified HIV counselor.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in the park: 1 of 32
A Day at the Park A symphony of children's laughter, mingled with warm, soft, breezes, gently whispering through verdant trees. The melodious song of birds pierce the soft quietness, as they glide through summer skies, peppered with fluffy, white clouds, marching in unison to who knows where. Curious, chubby , toddlers scamp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 6 of 106
Morning has come, and the despair of the dark night has been washed away. The golden rays of the sun herald hope for the new day. Rosebuds open to the possibilities of love and renewal. The birds rejoice in song, and the meadows weep with sweet morning dew. The light has come and the despair of the dark night has been washed... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: No one can break me: 1 of 12
Bent But Never Broken I have been tossed to and fro by raging winds. Bent to the extreme, but never broken. I have been battered by angry storms. Life has not always been kind. Death has knocked at my door, too many times to count. I confess, I have been intimate with poverty, pain, and injustices. I have been suffocated by ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: All I need: 2 of 22
All I need is a quiet corner where the warm sweet breezes blow, and the sun shines brightly on the lush, green grass below. A place where I can see the ocean waves dancing happily out to sea, where I can chase every rainbow, and finally dare to be me. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 22 of 190
In the Twilight Sometimes, in the twilight of the evening, I sit beneath my warm blanket, and I think about the choices I have made for my life. I remember my youth, when all my summers were ahead of me. I remember when I had no thoughts of winter. And now that winter has come, it has taken me rather by surprise. I can no lo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Grief: 16 of 121
Seasons of Grief The summers have past and gone. The winters are dark and long. There is no spring time. No flowers blooming, no promise of new life, no ressurrection. My heart is cold, bleeding, and searching. How could you be gone from my life? Where is the smile that warmed my heart? I embrace the memories in my heart, bu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If only: 2 of 15
If only someone knew the depths of my pain. If only someone could hear my tormented soul screaming. If only each day didn't stretch hopelessly and endlessly before me. If only I could enjoy the beauty of a sunset, or the spray of the waves on my face. If only the sun shone just for me. If only I wasn't isolated in this cocoo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears: 31 of 229
Tears Liquid satin, emanating from the depths of my being. Dissapointments, fears, sadness, and anger, silently slide down my cheeks. My tears. Liquid satin, emanating from the depths of my being. Written June 22, 2009 More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This life: 14 of 96
Paradox This life can be a paradox, an oxymoron. Achingly beautiful, bitterly cruel. Tears and laughter Love and hate. There are answers to questions not yet asked. The sun rises daily and brings hope, yet millions have no hope. This life can be a paradox, an oxymoron. People wiling to give, while millions starve. Warmth and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disillusioned youth: 3 of 20
In My Younger Years In my younger years, I had dreams. I believed the possibilities were endless. I believed in God. In my younger years, I believed the sun shone just for me. Ah, the innocence of youth. I convinced myself that the cloudy days were for others, not me. I believed that nothing was impossible, that I had only t... More..