Word Poetry Canada International Peace Festival 2013
University of British Columbia: Irving K. Barber Learning Center
April 4, 2013
I look around me and see the various acknowledgements that I've received as a poet. There are the very beautifully printed and framed "Certificates of Appreciation" that I've received through "The World Poetry Reading Series and Radio Show" as well as a very beautiful bronze medallion that I received as I was preparing to go to Vilnius, Lithuania, for a major literary seminar. The medallion reads: "World Poetry Ambassador To Lithuania: Godwin Barton 2009". Through this same reading series is the above award of recognition: "Empowered Poet 2013 Godwin Barton". Then, there are the many very professionally made posters featuring my photo and biography through the "Poetry Around the World" reading series which are stored nicely in a drawer awaiting the day that they shall be framed and hung in a very special place. In my dream, I imagine a room of accomplishments which shall feature these awards. There shall also be a large framed photo of my first CD, "Godwin Barton: Your Presence" as well as some of the photos from my first three hour professional photo shoot surrounding the making of my CD and recording sessions. Then there's the "Chicken Soup for the Soul" publications. My first, major, literary accomplishment: What joy I felt at this time- and the peaceful tears of gratitude that flowed. It was such and amazing experience. I shall print the covers, enlarge the photos...frame, and they too shall have their place in this room of accomplishments.
I look around me and I realize that I have not given myself enough credit for these achievements, for these accomplishments. In my heart, truthfully, I belittled them, I under-appreciated them. Why? Because in the face of all these accomplishments there has always existed a certain presence of pain, of loss, of sadness: there has never ever been that truly someone special to share them with (who came with me to these events...) and my family have never ever really attended any one of the functions to which I have been a guest, or a presenter. They have, however, acknowledged my success and have many, many times congratulated me and told me how proud they are of me. For this, I am thankful.
I came to this realization because in church this past Sunday, during our Adult Sunday School Class, the teacher, an accomplished author and professor at a local School of Theology, said while he was presenting his latest publication: "I realized after publishing this book, that I really need to believe in it! I really need to believe that what's been written is of value to me and to anyone else that may read it. It is meaningful and if the publishers, editors and everyone else involved seen it as important and meaningful enough to publish than I too must feel and appreciate it the same way." He went on further to say, "I realized that I wasn't giving myself enough credit for this tremendous accomplishment. It is important. It does matter. And I've got to really, really believe in it! I've got to really, really believe in myself and my accomplishments!" The thing that stayed with me so strongly? "I've really got to believe in it, believe in me...and promote it!"
Poetry does matter, and through the power of words does change the hearts and minds of people. My poetic achievements and awards are significant, they do matter, and are very important. I cherish them, I appreciate them: I love them. I am so thankful. I am a singer, a songwriter, a storyteller and a poet: I write words that can change the world one person at a time. I am a powerful and beautifully created human being. I am gold. I am precious gems, jewels, and stones...my words are magic. From my heart to yours...Godwin H. Barton
My Prayer: Peace, Unity, and Love
It seems a prayer we're searching for, to ease heart ache and pains
looking for a sure direction, to turn loss into gains.
Looking for a path to walk, not laid with thorn or brier
seeking help to spread our wings, that we can go much higher.
I pray for you the strength of God, in the thundering of the sky
the enormous energy of lightning bolts, when all you do is cry.
I pray for you the peaceful streams, that flow quietly through the fields
when you're faced with life's turmoils, and everything that it yields.
When you're lonely and all alone, I pray for you a friend
a loving hand for you to hold, to be with you to the end.
When the path's too torturous, and the miles too long to walk
I pray for you a true companion, who'll listen when you talk.
When you're weak and faltering, under life's tremendous pressure
I pray a heart is sent to you, that's loving without measure.
When you've done the best you could, and you've no more to give
I pray you see the joy you've given, and helped another live.
Most of all I pray for you, many angels at your side
that walk before you and behind you, to be your unfailing guide.
Receive the strength of the eagle, as it circles from above-
hear the song that it sings...of peace, unity and love.
Sincerely, Godwin H. Barton