Post No. 206: For My Cousin...Upon The Loss Of Her Son

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I Am So Sorry
For Your Loss

I am so sorry for your loss.
I am so sorry for your grief.
I am so sorry for your sadness.
I am so sorry for your pain.

I hope that grieving will heal your loss.
I hope that crying will heal your grief.
I hope that love will heal your sadness.
I hope that peace will heal your pain.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: My cousin's son passed away and I wrote this poem as a way to offer her my condolences.

I should mention that this poem was written for—and posted on—Facebook, way back when I was actually on Facebook, which I haven't been for years...

And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."

This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.

However, even though this poem was not written in Salt Lake City, I still have this poem labeled under "My Utah Writing," since the topic of this poem is based upon my family, who live predominantly in Utah.

-Paulee

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 206 was edited on May 3rd, 2024.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 065: For Diane — The Immutable Circle Of Life

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The Immutable Circle Of Life

Do not be afraid, for you
have not been forsaken!
The life that came your way
can never truly be taken.

Every soul who comes to say,
“I am coming! Here my cry!”
is preparing you for the day
when they are ready to arrive.

Their love for you is such that
they simply cannot stay away and
their spirit is strong enough that
they know how to find their way.

So rest in peace, My Dearest Friend,
and let these tidings end your strife:
your bundle of joy will come again in
The Immutable Circle Of Life.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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"Today we remember all babies born sleeping or whom we have carried but never met, or those we have held but could not take home or the ones that came home but didn't stay. In memory of all our angels." –Diane on Facebook

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I wrote this poem for my friend Diane who lost a child (please see the quote above). And I tried to convey the idea that all of the souls who are waiting to be born—but who are unable to be born for any number of reasons—will return to be born again in The Immutable Circle Of Life, because "they know how to find their way!"

By the way, I also did a rewrite of this poem that I wrote to help 'The Orphans' that is titled, "The Goddess And God Of All The Orphans," which is published on this blog. (Please see "The Immutable Circle Of Life-Style Poem" in labels for the poem.)

I should mention that this poem was inspired by a quotation from Facebook (again, please see the quote above), way back when I was actually on Facebook, which I haven't been for years...

And this poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blogs (please see the hyperlinks below for the blogs), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer." Plus, I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice!

This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 065 was edited on April 20th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 064: For The Creator, Part 5 — And Found God

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And Found God

I came to the edge of understanding
and found God patiently waiting.

I looked upon the face of death
and found God calmly breathing.

I gave up my hopes and dreams
and found God secretly believing.

I basked in anger and resentment
and found God totally forgiving.

I wallowed in the depths of sadness
and found God quietly reflecting.

I embraced the pomp of certainty
and found God playfully laughing.

I feared that no one would love me
and found God disarmingly adoring.

I came to a new understanding
and found God joyously celebrating.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Writing About How God Mirrors Whatever We Believe To Be True: I think that God is a quantum computer, because God's Consciousness is the entire Universe! And I also think that you and I are individual projections of God's Consciousness—as individual manifestations of God—and that we are all Gods and/or Goddesses of our own creations! Therefore, God acts just like a "Karmic Mirror," if you will, reflecting what each one of us believes to be true about ourselves, and each other, in relationship to God's Universe. Thus, God simply reflects whatever you and I believe to be true—no matter what we believe—because God is simply mirroring us, being an exact reflection of God, as individual manifestations of God. –Paul Whiting (written August 5th, 2011, revised March 20th, 2015, revised July 29th, 2021, revised March 21st, 2022, revised July 24th, 2022 and revised January 31st, 2023)

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: After moving to Portland, Oregon in August of 1999 from Salt Lake City, Utah, where I was born, I returned back to Utah for about two years from January of 2007 to April of 2009, while I was trying to save money, by living with my father, as I tried to pay off my credit card debt.

Then, a few months after returning to Salt Lake City, I became really sick and I was hospitalized about a dozen times over several months due to multiple infections. Plus, I went from being simply HIV-positive to having full-blown AIDS, which is also when I stopped being able to work. Also, I eventually had to declare bankruptcy, and I applied to receive Social Security Disability Insurance (SSDI), since I could no longer work. And I almost died a few times due to the various opportunistic infections. But it was the last time that I almost died—and I faced my fear of not being able to take care of myself—which inspired this poem! Plus, this is when I first started taking HIV medications, which I have been taking ever since, and that has really helped to maintain my good health.

And this poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blogs (please see the hyperlinks below for the blogs), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer." Plus, I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice!

This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.

However, I may be remembering that incorrectly, because this poem may have been written in Portland, Oregon after I moved there for the second time in 2009; but, I think that this was the only poem that I wrote while I was still in Salt Lake City, Utah when I returned to try and pay off my credit card debt.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 064 was edited on April 26th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 057: For My Mother, Part 2 — My Mother's Passing Away

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But To Praise Her
(Or, "My Mother's Passing Away")

I come not to bury Claudia,
but to praise her! I come
not to weep for her passing,
but to rejoice for her living!

Hear me now, Oh Mourners:
There is nothing to grieve—
and everything to believe!
For, there is no death; there
is only ever-changing life.

Let all those listen who have
ears to hear: "Elvis has left
the building—and just because
he called it home, does not
mean that he was Graceland."

Thus, the Claudia whom we
knew is not the Claudia who is
now; she has shed her clothing
and stepped unadorned into
the waters of All Knowing.

She is there with her family.
She is there with her friends.
She is there with all those
who have gone before her
and she is basking in The Sun.

She has played her part.
She has spoken her lines.
She has now exited the stage
and removed her costume.
The play is over and she is
off to her next performance.

For, we are not our bodies—
we are our souls. We are
not the characters we play
in this theater we call life.
We are the actors who
bring our characters to life.

So, join me in celebrating
a life lived to its fullest in
the face of many challenges;
a truly beautiful voice in
an often-chaotic opera.

Let her brush strokes speak for
themselves; let them show what
she went through—again and
again—to pick up her palette and
her brush and to paint that canvas.

I am proud to call her mother!
I am proud to call her friend!
I am so grateful for the dance
she that danced with us and
I can't wait to see her again!

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: My mother passed away in 2004 and her funeral was held at Cannon Mortuary in Salt Lake City, Utah (the image of which is illustrating this poem). And I wrote this poem and I read it at her funeral, because I was trying to convey the idea that all of life is eternal and just because "the actor has left the stage" does not mean that you will never see them again...

And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."

This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.

-Paulee

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 057 was edited on September 19th, 2023.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 055: Absolutely Positive, Part 2 — Over My Dead Body

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Over My Dead Body

I’ve seen what is coming
and it terrifies me! Although,
what I fear is not my death:

It is not doing what
I came here to do—of
not being who I am.

So, I do not need a boyfriend!
I can live without romance, if
that is what I am calling forth.

What I cannot live with
is the realization of being
more, but becoming less.

Instead, I choose to call forth
All That I Am, to be everything
of which I am capable.

Do you hear me, God?
I will not die in a hospital, as
just another fucking statistic.

I will die in a forest,
or in a desert, or in a jungle,
or—better yet—on a cross.

For, I had no idea I was pushing the
experience of being a Master away
from myself. I mean, holy shit!

So, I am totally changing course.
I am doing a complete 'one-eighty'
and I am going into My God Space.

For, I will bring this new path into being.
And the only way that I will ever
give up is over my dead body!

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I tested HIV-positive in November of 2000! And I really felt like a failure, because "I was going to get AIDS and die like all of the other fags." So, I wrote this poem as a way to try and make myself feel better by seeing this "life challenge" as an opportunity to heal!

By the way, there used to be an "Absolutely Positive, Part 3 — To Finally Be Free," which was formerly published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog but, unfortunately, I accidentally deleted that poem while I was doing some editing on that blog!

However, that "To Finally Be Free" poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog) as part of my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice, since I feel that the message in that poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "The Oneness Of God!"

Besides that, I republished the "Absolutely Positive, Part 3 — To Finally Be Free" post on my new "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog) as it was originally published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog.

Just so you know, I revised this poem, as I often do with my writing! And I changed how this poem was written when I was editing it on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" and "Small All White in the Forest" blogs. So, I wanted to show you how this poem used to be written, before I revised it as above.

And it used to be written like this:

Over My Dead Body

I’ve seen what is coming
and it terrifies me! Although,
what I fear is not my death:

It is not doing what
I came here to do—of
not being who I am.

So, I do not need a boyfriend!
I can live without romance, if
that is what I am calling forth.

What I cannot live with
is the realization of being
more, but becoming less.

Instead, I choose to call forth
All That I Am, to be everything
of which I am capable.

Do you hear me, God?
I will not die in a hospital, as
just another fucking statistic.

I will die in a forest,
or in a desert, or in a jungle,
or—better yet—on a cross.

For, I had no idea I was pushing the
experience of being a Master away
from myself. I mean, holy shit!

So, I am totally changing course.
I am doing a complete 'one-eighty'
and I am going into My God Space.

For, I will bring this new path into being.
And the only way that I will ever
give up is over my dead body!

Thus, I revised this poem to be written as it is above.

And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."

This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 055 was edited on April 20th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 054: Absolutely Positive, Part 1 — (HIV) Positive

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Positive

That I may savor life,
let me taste of death.

So I can find the heart,
let me experience depth.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I tested HIV-positive in November of 2000! And I really felt like a failure, because "I was going to get AIDS and die like all of the other fags." So, I wrote this poem as a way to try and make myself feel better by seeing this "life challenge" as an opportunity to heal!

By the way, there used to be an "Absolutely Positive, Part 3 — To Finally Be Free," which was formerly published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog but, unfortunately, I accidentally deleted that poem while I was doing some editing on that blog!

However, that "To Finally Be Free" poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog) as part of my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice, since I feel that the message in that poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "The Oneness Of God!"

Besides that, I republished the "Absolutely Positive, Part 3 — To Finally Be Free" post on my new "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog) as it was originally published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog.

Just so you know, I revised this poem, as I often do with my writing! And I changed how this poem was written when I was editing it on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" and "Small All White in the Forest" blogs. So, I wanted to show you how this poem used to be written, before I revised it as above.

And it used to be written like this:

Positive

That I may savor life,
let me taste of death.

So I can find the heart,
let me experience breadth.

Thus, I revised this poem to be written as it is above.

Plus, one more clarification: The last line of this poem was originally "grant me loss of breath." However, after George Floyd's murder, I decided to change the last line to "let me experience breadth."

And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."

This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 054 was edited on April 20th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 052: For Japheth (My Soul Brother), Part 1 — Soul Brother!

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Soul Brother!

Be still, my brother,
And know that I love you.

Be still and know
You truly are my brother.

Be still and know
We will always be together.

Be still and know
That death cannot separate us.

Be still and know
I will always come for you.

Be still and know
That's how we found each other.

Be still and know
My heart lays open for you.

Be still and know
What my love for you holds.

Be still and know
We are a part of each other.

Be still and know
I am Earth and you are Fire.

Be still and know
Why I call you Soul Brother.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: Being the "Neo Hippy" that I am, I was trying to find a communal-style living situation, where I could live as sustainably as possible and also be the naturist that I am!

And the summer of 2000, and part of the autumn, I worked at Breitenbush Hot Springs, which is a bathing-area clothing-optional resort and convention center in Detroit, Oregon. And that is where I met Japheth (pronounced "jay-peth"), who is like My Soul Brother.

And I wrote this poem as a way to console "Jay" (which is his nickname), after I told him that I was HIV-positive!

You see, we were living in separate households when I told him that I was "positive," which was around November of 2000; however, later on, I lived with Jay, as a roommate, in the house that he and his boyfriend, Sean, bought in Portland.

By the way, I also did a rewrite of this poem that I wrote as a symbolic reference to the Chakras—or the Energy Centers of the Human Body—which is titled, "'Soul Children, My Children.'" (Please see "Soul Brother-Style Poem" in labels for the poem.)

And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message that I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."

This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.

-Paulee

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 052 was edited on April 20th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 049: For Who I Truly Am, Part 5 — Wings Unfurled

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Wings Unfurled

Now
I am ready
to be lit as a flame;

Now
I am a wick
waxed for the match.


Now
I am ready
to be deeply immersed;

Now
I am wood
porous for the river.


Now
I am ready
to be planted anew;

Now
I am a seed
germinating for the soil.


Now
I am ready
to soar off the cliff;

Now
I am wings
unfurled for the thermal.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I wrote this poem before I moved to Portland, Oregon from Salt Lake City, Utah. And, although I do not remember the particular circumstances that inspired this poem, I do remember feeling ready to heal, because I was ready to face whatever I had to face in order to heal.

And this poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blogs (please see the hyperlinks below for the blogs), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer." Plus, I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice!

This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 049 was edited on April 26th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 048: For Who I Truly Am, Part 4 — Grieving For The Loss Of Who I Am Not

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Grieving For The Loss
Of Who I Am Not

I cried for a reason that mystifies me!
I cried because I was comparing
myself to someone else.
And I also realized how much pain I still have
waiting to be vocalized for this very reason.
It is the same pain I have been
running from my entire life.
It is the pain that surrounded me when
I was young, in my silent desperation to
not to be found out for who I truly was—
for the fear that I would not belong...

...and for the fear that I would not fit in!

The funny thing is, I never did fit in
—even when I was trying to.
And the more I tried to fit in, the worse it
got—the more I pushed others away, because
they could feel I was acting out of fear.
And, like angry guards at the gate, they
attacked with their cruel words and their
thoughtless actions. And, thus, I ran away
from my fear and further into my pain...

...until I stopped running!

And then, it finally dawned on me that I
had been—literally—running away from
myself! I know that may sound simplistic;
but, at the time, I thought that I was running
toward what I should be, rather than
running away from what I was.
And I am realizing that is why I cried!
There is a part of me who still
grieves for not being like the others,
for knowing that I don’t belong and
for knowing that I don’t fit in...

...because I am someone entirely different!

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Writing About Comparing Yourself To Others: Do not compare yourself to how others are: instead, compare yourself to how you used to be. –Paul Whiting (written April 12th, 2016 and revised August 25th, 2022)

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I wrote this poem before I moved to Portland, Oregon from Salt Lake City, Utah. And, although I do not remember the particular circumstances that inspired this poem, I do remember crying "because I was comparing myself to someone else," which is something that I do a lot!

And this poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blogs (please see the hyperlinks below for the blogs), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer." Plus, I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice!

This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 048 was edited on April 26th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 044: For my uncle during an extremely difficult time in his life...

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Calling All Angels

When everything is gone, which
you thought could never be taken;
And the beliefs, which you guarded
like children, have up and left you;

And your world of certainty has
spiraled into an abyss of unknowns;
And you feel so alone, because no one
could possibly know your pain;

Remember, that you are never alone,
although you may be on your own!
You are positively surrounded by souls
who touch your life every day.

You have known them since childhood,
or—perhaps—since this morning.
These are your Angels, who are forever
calling you to where love is.

Your Angels come to you in more ways
than you can possibly imagine.
They come to remind you where love
does—and even does not—exist!

They come to confront you in your
fear and hold you in your love.
For, it is only when a fear is faced
that love can be held in its place.

To your Angels, you too are an Angel—
and are here to remind them, as well.
For, we are not Angels who have fallen,
but Angels who have forgotten.

And we have chosen this Earth as
the realm to remember who we are.
So remember, you are always in the
presence of Angels—for you are one!

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I wrote this poem for my uncle who was experiencing an extremely difficult time in his life! He had gone through a really painful divorced from his second wife and he was lonely and suicidal. So, I wrote a poem for him to express the idea that we are all 'Angels' and, therefore, you are never truly alone "although you may be on your own."

By the way, I also did a rewrite of this poem that I wrote for 'Everyday Heroes' which is titled, "An Everyday Hero Lies In You," plus, I did another rewrite of this poem that I wrote for United States Military Personnel which is titled, "The Soldiers Of The Cross," both of which are published on this blog. (Please see "Calling All Angels-Style Poem" in labels for the poems.)

And this poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blogs (please see the hyperlinks below for the blogs), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer." Plus, I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice!

This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is now: 988 Suicide and Crisis Lifeline: "If you’re thinking about suicide, are worried about a friend or loved one, or would like emotional support, the Lifeline network is available 24/7 across the United States." Dial 988

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 044 was edited on April 20th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]

Post No. 040: Shoveling My Way Out Of The Haze, Part 1 — Second Coming

(Image from Pell City Picture of the Day)

Second Coming

I feel a death is coming,
but it is the sky closing
behind the lightning
that I feel.

I smell my sorrow coming,
but it is the dampened grass
in the wake of rain
that I smell.

I see a grieving coming,
but it is the street water
rising up to the sun
that I see.

I hear my second coming,
but it is a mother talking
softly to her womb
that I hear.

-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"

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My Poetic Notes:

The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I was inspired to write this poem while I was outside, taking a break from a job that I did not really like, but a job that paid the bills.

And the street water from a recent storm was rising up from the pavement, due to evaporation, and I got the strongest feeling that I was headed for a "Second Coming." In other words, I felt like I was going to experience an intense emotional transformation soon...

...Later on, that emotional transformation happened when I faced a fear while I was in therapy. It was such an intense experience that I was walking around my apartment crying and tugging on my clothes! However, it was the emotional breakthrough that I had felt was a "Second Coming."

And this poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blogs (please see the hyperlinks below for the blogs), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Three Dark Horses" and "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer." Plus, I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice!

This poem was written in Salt Lake City, Utah.

-Paulee

https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com

https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com

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This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 040 was edited on April 26th, 2026.

"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]