A World Filled With Love

Love knows no boundaries

My heart goes out to all the people who live in fear of the safety of their families. From those who fill our history books to those still alive today who have ever lived in fear, those who have feared being ostracised for being the minority, to those born into circumstances that have been out of their power to alter, those who were born “different”, those who did not come from a privileged background, to the people who have been discriminated against for not fitting into a certain ideal. I want you to know that regardless of the circumstances beyond your control, you are loved. Regardless of your ethnicity, the colour of your skin, your religious beliefs, sexual orientation, your physical stature, regardless of the way you look, whether you suffer with physical or mental heath issues; you are loved. Love is universal; it knows no bounds. Every human being with a heart is capable of love.

May all the hatred and evil harboured in the world be brought to an end. May the darkness that shrouds the light be banished from existence. In this day and age, it is abhorrent that people must still live in the fear of expressing their love for the people they do – be it those of the opposite or same sex, same or different ethnicity – that there are still people so evil in the world they would want to segregate others for what is beyond human control. It is not those who fill the world with love who are the problem; it is those who fill the world with hatred. May love always conquer hate and violence never be the answer. May people see that it is not right to resort to violence, and for the love of all that is good and just, may violence be brought to an end. May the people of the world see the evil in treating others as outcasts, in hurting others, in causing pain. There are enough issues in the world that impede human growth without bringing violence and hatred to the table.

If you do one thing today, and every day for the rest of your existence, may you show others love and kindness. Whenever you feel that you are a failure, or do not meet society’s ideas of physical perfection, when you feel that you are not capable of material success, try to fill the world with love. When you feel down and disheartened, whenever you feel powerless, know that if you can love you are impenetrable. Because in showing love you are already doing more than many people are capable of; and that is a super power in itself.

Wishing you love, light and laughter,

Shannon x

 

The following is an original poem written by me – I hope you enjoy reading.

 

I grew up among the fairies and pixie dust,

Where everything once seemed within reach,

Where nothing seemed implausible,

And having faith is what they’d teach,

I came from a place where peace

Seemed the simplest thing to achieve,

Where you did not judge and were not judged

Based on what others would perceive

I blossomed with the mindset

That into their aspirations one grew,

And dreams were always big enough

They would easily be grown into,

A world filled with enchantment and magic

Was only ever a step away,

And one could await a new adventure

Every single day,

As I continued to grow I began to notice

The blatant cracks in my reality,

The sky no longer blue, the sea no longer clear

As they had always seemed to be,

My faith that good would be triumphant

And everything would be okay

Began to waver, began to falter,

And I gradually felt it slip away,

I began to realise that sometimes

People were not all inherently kind,

That people hurt and people lie,

And deceive as though you were blind,

Suddenly the world I knew

Seemed such a fragile entity,

It no longer stood invincible,

No longer unfettered and free,

I grew skeptical and questioned

The intentions that others had,

I felt the pain of those suffering,

All I want is to erase the bad,

I came from a place where love

Was only ever a step away

I did not expect it to leave me in shambles

And refuse to ever stay,

I am no longer that little girl

Who wishes for world peace every birthday year,

I am no longer blindly faithful,

I see past the veneer,

Whatever happens to that child-like wonder?

That vigour for everything the world has to give

When it seems to vanish from within you,

Within whom does it now live?

My once unadulterated world

Seen through eyes young and pure,

Has been mistreated, is now plagued,

Could someone find a cure?

Why did my world disintegrate?

Why did hope perceptibly fade?

Did it slowly become like this,

Or was this how it was made?

Deep down I still clutch the hope,

That we can reach a better place,

Despite the broken spirits,

And adversities we may face,

I grew up in a place where daylight

Outshone darkness from every side,

Where our love was everlasting,

Where love never died,

Perhaps one day we’ll learn

To value heart over vanity and greed,

And rise above the hurt,

Never lie or ever mislead,

The unscathed world I came from

Was not an illusion; it was real,

One day when forgiveness is mastered,

May our wounds ultimately heal,

I came from a place where love

Was only ever a step away,

We’ll find it again, it may not be perfect,

But it will return to us one day.

 

By Shannon Feetham, June 2016

 

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Understanding
Origin Story

Saying the word Goodbye

An original poem by Shannon Feetham

Whether or not you believe that there is life after death, whether you believe that the spirit lives on in heaven, in the afterlife, whether or not you have a faith, it can always be comforting to hope that one day we might meet our loved ones again after they are gone. The word ‘goodbye’ has a detrimentally permanent quality about it; I often find myself dreading the words. The word seems too final – I don’t want to say goodbye, I want to look forward to the next time. I often find myself saying ‘goodnight’ or ‘see you later’ but there is something so terminal in saying ‘goodbye’ that I’m just not fond of. I recall at the beginning of my last relationship I told my then-boyfriend that we should never say the word goodbye because we always have tomorrow and the day after to see one another or speak again, so our conversation would never truly end; there would never have to be those finalising words until, of course, the day we did part for good.  Even to the ones I’ve loved and lost, I will say ‘goodbye for now’, in the hope that one day we will all meet again in a place free of the world’s hardships, where there is only love.

The following poem was written nearly three years ago, when I was sixteen years old, in memory of my Grandfather after his passing.

 

Saying the word ‘goodbye’ is the hardest thing we have to do

As we shut the door on one thing and embrace something new

Sometimes the easier route to take is to only say a word or two

Because words cannot express what I would like to say to you

But I’ll try my utmost to convey a little of the words I’d say.

 

Dear Grandpa,

Thank you for teaching us determination, that God is always there,

I adored your unassuming nature and your kind one-eyed stare,

Before I even knew what maths was you’d give me sums and I must say

Thank you for your patience for I still am doing maths today,

The man who taught us from young never to waste a morsel of our food,

Who told me that God was always near in a way I understood,

As you’d calmly smoke your pipe we’d listen to your humble words,

Enjoy sitting with you after lunch as we fed bread to the birds,

I remember among the final words you last said to me,

The usual question about what job it was that I wished to do

As you did recall when I was small a writer I said to you,

And if I do write a book one day I know whom it shall be dedicated to,

To my grandfather a man who only wished me good

And who taught me always to live my days and spend them as I should,

This reminder of a young ambition had me gratefully holding your hand,

It was nice to see that you believed in me, you truly gracious man,

Silent tears filled my eyes for that time long gone it seems,

In the midst of stormy days I had long forgotten that dream,

But thank you for the reminder for it now shined bright and true,

Subconsciously you turned my spark back on, I now write something for you,

So many thanks to Grandpa Andrew,

One of the kindest men I knew,

Though you’re not here in physical being you now live up and free,

You’re still present in your spirit guarding me and our family,

In the toughest of times you knew it would be worth it after all,

To reach a higher place in heaven where only love can breach its walls,

And in a place above us you stand now watching over those you love,

And we can only have faith that one day we can meet you up above,

Pray for us dear grandpa to one day reach God’s heavens there with you,

But for now you’re still with us in our hearts as we face a chapter new.

 

By Shannon Feetham, October 2013

Childhood

 

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