Many years ago, I had a vision full of dreams of putting a positive drop in the ocean of life to help create a better world for all of us in generations to come. I saw with a broken mirror, with a world full of tears, full of hurts and frustration with deepening pain, which cried endlessly for a red cross band-aid and cure. It was many years later that my vision was written on paper in the form of poetry. My many trials and suffering, along with many running off the road of light, with dead ends did not go in vain. I hope my many poems of love, Jesus, Mary, peace, and the poor will help to inspire each reader to open their eyes and minds wider to Jesus endless love and dreamers with authentic peace, with their hearts open to realize the suffering and the huge rocky mountain that the poor and unwanted, lost and forgotten, climb that mountain courageously day after day. You may be passing by a war hero in disguise many have despairing stories to tell. Jesus dwells in the suffering poor. He loves his forgotten lamb in the same way that he loves us. Please give them dignity and respect for they struggle for the good life with the little that they have with hopeful courage, and a trail of brokenness and pain, with hanging on to the Lord's strength and his many crosses to turn their darkness into God's light. So be a brother or sister to them and lend them a hand when you can, their destiny starts and ends with you.