Michael Jackson,

As we are so grateful for your August 29, 1958 birth, we reflect on your poem "Mother" from your book Dancing the Dream

Eons of time I've been gestating...

To take a form been hesitating...

From the unmanifest this cosmic conception

On this earth a fantastic reception

And then one fateful August morn

From your being I was born

With tender love you nurtured a seed

To your own distress you paid no heed

Unmindful of any risk or danger

You decided upon this lonely stranger

Rainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky,

Glittering birds that fly on high

Out of fragments you've made my whole

From the elements you fashioned my soul

Mother dear, you gave me life

Because of you, no struggle or strife

You gave me joy and position

Cared for me without condition

And if I ever change this world,

It's from the emotions you've unfurl'd

Your compassion is so sweet and dear

Your finest feelings I can hear

I can sense your faintest notion

The wondrous magic of your love position

And now that I have come so far

Met with every king and czar

 Encountered every color and creed

Of every passion, every greed

I go back to that starry night

You taught me how to stand and fight

For every single wrong and right

Every day without a hold

I will treasure what you've mold

I will remember every kiss

Your sweet words I'll never miss

No matter where I go from here

You're in my heart, my mother dear

MJ, I don't want to write... a message ... I WANT YOU BACK.... But then, this is not about me..

Michael Joseph Jackson, We Thank You, "Big Thank You’s" for the Joy, unconditional L.O.V.E., the Memories and Magic --- then, now and forever.

Our hearts and minds are still broken since you "were passed away"

physically from this planet. Quite frankly, I can’t believe you survived as long as you did because you had to daily deal with mean spirited, money hungry, inhuman beings that managed to wedge themselves between you and your purpose on earth. They robbed Prince, Paris, Blanket and your whole family of what might have been a long time together & left so many of us with this huge hole in our hearts. I pray for God to give us---your family, friends and fans--- strength, so that we might not, even in the slightest way, become mean like them because we are angry at them , but instead carry on and keep your legacy alive. Heal The World! Then, "Be God’s glow", or "There comes a time when we heed a certain call…God has shown us by turning stones to bread", or "Forty days & forty nights", and "What about the holy land…what about Abraham?", "Hold me like the River Jordan", even Dangerous "sharp as a two-edged sword…I have to pray to God" and "how many struggles must there be before we live the prophets plan" in HIStory dvd credits, thanking Katherine, your Dad Joseph and your "Spiritual Father God" and, in Speechless "all is possible if God is on my side…Hallowed Ground…Humbled in your Grace". How about lyrics in Keep the Faith, If’n I Was God or An Angel Came To Me and, don’t even get me started on the poems. What Pop Rock Soul (whatever) Entertainer uses language like that? Only Michael Jackson does, a genius that was in our midst spreading hope and L.O.V.E.I guess this is about me. I cry more, I laugh more (try), I sing & dance more, give more, pray more, and thank God more. I feel privileged to be alive at the same time as a true genius. In trying to cope, I started (trying) to follow along with you on your dvd's (and lost 45 pounds), but, I wish I were to wake up tomorrow to find this had all been just a really bad dream. Instead, you were headed back to your homeland, with a This Is It tour. I must thank Kenny Ortega and company (Travis Payne and dancers and musicians) for allowing us to get a glimpse into Michael’s final performances, compelling us to be concerned for our planet and, to show us that, Man, Oh Man, MJ Still Had "IT", with his joking around and, providing humble guidance followed by all those "God Bless You’s".

We Thank You, Michael Jackson for helping us "SEE the music" and for the inspiring lyrics you shared with us. You told us over and over you could not take credit, and thanked God for allowing you to be the "source through which it comes." The other day, I stumbled upon lyrics "turn swords into plowshares" (in Micah 4) and had wondered where you came up with that one in

Michael Jackson, even though I could only make it to one concert, the personal affect was amazing, so, at the end of the day,

Michael Jackson, we miss you so very badly, and, We L.O.V.E. you more… really, you must know that.