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Thursday, February 19, 2015


Words

Trying to find the right words
The place and the time. . .
To speak my mind

But silence is art

As the pendulum swings
We chip away time
Words keep me waiting, but never arrive

Yet patience is art

Time is illusive to tell
Words are evasive to spell
Love we describe it as well
As we can

Time will sculpt her own voice
Love will shape and refine
Words that read volumes between the lines

As life becomes art

Time is illusive to tell
Words are evasive to spell
Love we describe it as well
As we can

As the pen becomes mute
I can’t force a rhyme
Till hearts rhythm in . . .

Time is illusive to tell 
Words are evasive to spell
Love we describe it as well
As we can

Art is a subtle exhale
Breath draws the ink from the well
God is the author
And we of His hand

Life has no interest in hell
Fear is a lie to dispel

Truth we discover as well

Thursday, September 19, 2013


Frayed

They say turmoil helps us grow
But peace is heaven's way
I must say that I get confused 
And reason starts to fray

When will I know the truth that is
And balance in it's season
When will I find that state of mind
That Providence believes in

Saturday, September 7, 2013


Supernal Summation

I know that You are in me
And I am thus in You
I feel the warmth of Being
Eternal in me too

There be no space between us
I give myself to You
As you gave of the Self to me
We're one, and this is true

Saturday, August 31, 2013


No Relation

A young girl had a crush on me
I really didn't care
For I was into other things
My future to prepare

A stranger tried to befriend me
Mine wasn't a rejection
We simply had no history
So I felt no connection

My parents tried to contact me
But I'm out on my own
I have a life, I'm busy now
Their care I have outgrown

I have a great career ahead
Though sad and all alone
I wish I had found love, a friend
A heart, a clue, a home

But life is what it is I guess
So why make speculation
My state and actions have no link
And so there's no relation

The treasures of the heart
Are quite a difficult assessment
But you can't hope for dividends
When you've made no investment

Saturday, August 24, 2013


Vessels

The novice was determined
"Everyone, out of my way."
"I'm going to the mountain top,"
"To see God's face today."

He pushed and shoved 
And clawed his way
Passed countless souls
Who caused delay

The needy, the infirm
The old, the child at play
Passed friends, family and strangers
Even a loving maid

And when he reached the summit
His gifts and offerings splayed
Then on his knees all through the night
He prayed, and prayed, and prayed

But God did not appear to him
And so he left dismayed
Tired, parched and weary 
Staggered home from his crusade

The children saw him afar off
They stopped their game and news relayed
First stranger ran to buoy him up
The infirm offered help and aid
The needy brought him food and drink
Reviving him--kindness displayed

Then friends and family arrived
Consoling him and love conveyed
While elders gave wise counsel
The young maid smiled 
Despair was stayed

For as he looked into their eyes 
He saw something Divine pervade

The light shines in the darkness 
The pure in heart shall see 
And know as they are known
As vessels of Divinity

Saturday, August 17, 2013


Blinded

Where do I run to?
Where can I hide?
From God
From myself
From the emptiness inside

Psyche lost in ego
Battened up with pride
Fig leaf of denial
Blind and selfish guide 

There is far more to you
More than you realize
Walk the path of empathy
See through God's own eyes

Open up the shudders
Eyes adjust to light
There you'll find Self, God, and Love
Everywhere applied

Saturday, August 10, 2013


That Would Be Heaven

Why is life so hard?
Why are things unfair?
Why are some so cruel?
Why so much despair?

What's the purpose?
Where's the justice?
Who will save us?
When will God entrust us with heaven?

Here's what I have garnered

Discomfort propels all progress towards solutions
Incense lights the fire which tempers ethics
Villains coalesce opposing armies against themselves
Sorrow produces humility, earnest, and empathy

Eventually these will produce comfort and security,
Righteous, self-governed individuals,
Unity among the children of light,
And a wise, honest, merciful, and vigilant community

That would be heaven!