Peace

“Pain Is Not My Name”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Anguish, Freedom, Grieving, Light, Loss, Pain, Peace, Poetry

“Pain Is Not My Name”

Pain has become her identity.
Yet hope remains beautiful,
even when misplaced,
even when it keeps old wounds breathing.

She gives meaning to her romantic pain,
turning heartbreak into a sacred story.

She does not date with her heart.
She bonds with her soul.
She carries her own pain
and the pain of the one who left
without a goodbye.

Still, she remains emotionally on call for him.
Her body misses attachment.
Her heart misses familiarity.
Yet she resists the truth:
he no longer chooses her.

She loved without limits,
without the boundaries romance requires.
She lingered in pain too long,
until she became the wounded lover,
until sorrow stared back from the mirror,
until depression began to feel like home.

But she will learn:
loving does not mean enduring.
Love does not require self-erasure.

Love can change form.
Love does not have to become a prison.
If love is not serving her healing,
if it is not feeding her soul,
she must release it.

She must choose freedom over memory,
emotional growth over attachment,
future over familiarity,
life over loss.

“I Chose You Over Forever”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Joy, Kindness, Peace, Poetry

“I Chose You Over Forever”

I traded eternity for your presence.
Loving you became an act of rebellion,
rewriting every law I knew
costing me everything I had
bending the universe against me.

I carved two hearts into the sun
so the world would know our love exists.
I sailed a hundred thousand miles
through warring storms and thunder
just to find you,
just to bring you home.

I traveled backward through time,
changing myself to return
to the first steps we ever took together,
to know what you were thinking,
to relive our first kiss
exactly as it fell.

I think of nothing at all
so I can be free to think only of you.
I stayed perfectly still
to quiet the anxiety in your heart.
I tasted the sweetness of your soul
inside a dream,
just to be sure
you would be alright.

“Letters for the Hidden Face”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Joy, Kindness, Light, Love one another, Peace, Poetry

“Letters for the Hidden Face”

As a bee searches for nectar,
she trusts the flower that nourishes her.
As a parrot learns the language of humans,
she risks error,
the fragment of sound:
mispronunciation,
misunderstanding,
the ache of being heard imperfectly.

I search for you
in hidden places,
not because I do not desire safety,
but because love has taught me risk—
how to loosen my grip on comfort,
how to call surrender devotion,
how to rename control as connection.

I give myself away
in small poetic gestures,
sacred ways
to hold you once more,
to touch your face,
If only for a moment
you refuse to name.

Why do you keep hiding your face from me,
when you know this love,
though imperfect,
is honest,
and stands naked before your eyes,
asking only to be seen?

You choose secrecy.
I make my love known.
You choose silence.
I answer with poetry.
You love in whispers
and call it protection.
I write you love letters
and risk the world
knowing my name through yours.

You let this love burn inside me
without asking
how much it hurts—
how this passion unravels me,
how heavily it weighs,
how much of myself
it consumes.

Like a house set ablaze
from the entrance room,
like a burning bush
that devours my flesh.

It suffocates my breath,
drains my ability
to love anew,
to write the poems
that would keep you
living.

“Light That Carries Us”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Amour, Joy, Light, Peace, Poetry

“Light That Carries Us”

Do you remember the first time I saw you?
When you looked at me,
I felt it then—
my life had begun.

This first gaze became the light that carries us,
a symbol of the love that remains and thrives.
It whispers across time,
a love that knows the way,
a quiet strength in times of trouble.

That single feeling
carried me forward,
sustaining a lifetime of love.

Even when life’s challenges
reshaped the road we walked,
your faithful love
remained my anchor.

Though we could not live
the love we imagined,
nor reach the future we once dreamed,
We hold the memories we created:
gentle, enduring,
a lifetime in one gaze.

They still inspire hope,
still awaken joy,
whispering that one day
true love will find us again,
together,
as a couple.

“Love’s Quiet Language”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Daily Devotion, Freedom, Kindness, Love one another, Peace, Poetry

“Love’s Quiet Language”

She watches him from a distance,
tracking his storylines, moment by moment.
She admires how deeply he feels,
loves with unrelenting passion,
shows his vulnerability.
She respects his courage,
his consistency.

He reaches out
through lyrics,
through poetic gestures,
trying to rekindle love.
Yet she avoids him,
refuses direct communication.

They are still connected,
emotionally entwined,
yet unwilling
to fully engage.

She wants to be seen.
He wants to be seen.
Both hold back,
protecting themselves.

They express their feelings,
without true vulnerability,
avoiding the risks of rejection
and the honesty that love requires.

But love cannot survive in hiding.
It cannot remain invisible.

We have one life to live.
Love asks to be named.

“Love Notes Scattered, Heart Unseen”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Love one another, Peace, Poetry

“Love Notes Scattered, Heart Unseen”

I wish you would take time to learn
the way I want to be loved,
the way love reaches me and stays.

It pains me that the letters I wrote you
lie scattered through the house,
my love notes left ungathered,
never cradled in a treasure box.

It shatters me to hear
the most beautiful love songs alone,
their lyrics unrecognized by you,
even as they steady my breath
and quiet my restless heart.

I brought you flowers,
love folded into a thousand roses.
You breathed in their scent
but left the envelope unsealed.

I chose the perfect dress for you
for Valentine’s Day,
the moment when two hearts
renew their promise.
Your hands rested on it
without care,
without fire.

If loving you means beginning again,
as if it were the first day,
I will relearn romance,
and, should my love not reach you,
I will surrender to yours,
tracing the path of desire.

And if this love is not yet strong enough
to hold your smile,
then teach me, precisely,
the window into your soul.

“Sheets Wet with Absence”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Peace, Poetry

“Sheets Wet with Absence”

I do not grieve because love fails.
Your love carries my healing, my restoration.
I do not miss you for want of love;
I miss you because your love is absent from my life.
I do not cry for love lost;
I wet my sheets at night for your absence.

There was a time I believed loving you was enough.
There was a season when our passion was inseparable.
There was an era when our souls merged as one.
If it is gone now,
it is because our love could not withstand the trials of life.

I do not blame you for leaving.
I grieve that you did not believe my love was enough,
that I could complete your life.
I mourn what is lost and cannot be repaired.
And yet…
if it was once enough to love each other,
it is now enough to love again,
to forgive,
and to begin anew.

“Shadows and Names”

Dr. Celucien Joseph Human solidarity, Humanism, Identity Politics, Islam, Justice, Justice as Love, Kindness, Love one another, Peace, Poetry, Police brutality

“Shadows and Names”

When it’s not Jews, it’s Arabs.
If it’s not Muslims, it’s Mexicans.
When it’s not Mexicans, it’s Haitians.
If it’s not Haitians, it’s Somalis.
After Somalis, it will be a new shadow,
a new name,
a new narrative,
but the same fear.

Someone is always the other.
The “uncivilized” is always to blame.
Fear changes faces:
geography, location, cultural identity,
but never leaves the room.

When we see ourselves in them,
when empathy comes first,
until love triumphs over the face of evil,
when repentance breaks us,
until reconciliation rises over division,
until we recognize our humanity in others,
until we see the face of God in their experience and pain,
the next scapegoat waits.
The cycle of violence and dehumanization never ends.

The “Shooting-Back- At the Police Method” is Wrong!

Dr. Celucien Joseph Peace, Police brutality, Social Justice, Uncategorized ,
The “Shooting-Back- At the Police Method” is Wrong!
The “Shooting-Back- At the Police Method” is a dangerous strategy for the peace-making and racial reconciliation process in America. The way of violence or violent retribution is always  a serious threat to the way of love, peace, and social justice, and a deadly attack on the sanctity of life. As a nation, we do not humanize life by taking away the life of another individual; we can’t move forward toward national peace and celebration of life by dehumanizing some lives and preserving the life of other individuals simultaneously. As a people and nation, we need to confront the implications and meaning of human existence and affirm that any life is worth living, preserving, and defending. The “Shooting-Back- At the Police Method” is not only wrong; it is a dehumanization of life and the denial of peace and love.

God does not take pleasure in the death of anyone, even the wicked; therefore, we should not rejoice over the death of anyone–even our supposedly enemy.