The Fire

 

I won’t talk about the fire
when I’m in it
rage, inferno
you. won’t. burn. Me.

I don’t focus on the fire
all consuming
to dust I turn
don’t. think. Me. dead.

I cannot run from the fire
steel is forged here
sharp, steady, blade
you. can’t. wield. Me.

 

Creation

There is a silent place where all creation waits
And your desires are the keys that open those locked gates
In a world that hampers your creative power
Those dreams they’d crush and all your wants would sour
But you have a weapon if you would just believe
Not only the imaginative power to conceive
But the seed that lays dormant deep in your mind
If nursed with your faith than expression will find
That once in this world can’t be taken away
And all those who doubted will stand in dismay

Crossings

I have felt the mysteries of this age
As the world wanes and I move
Slowly towards some unmarked exit
I see many doors all around leading out
And people filing into lines at these crossings
I wonder to myself at the busyness of it
The time and preparation involved
The singing of hymns and memory of verse
I see the jovial content and gladness
Until another line is noticed
Then the pointing of fingers, the judgment
I stand so far removed from this it is
But a distant vision that I ponder
From where I Am – They do not see
That every door of every choice
Is but revolving – And Me
Finding humor in it All.

Who Holds the World in Place?

All these incarnates of GOD.

Who can see them
Are they not about me like gnarls
That grow and swell and push
Their way into the world

Who can hear them
As they sing their death songs
How fast it seems to approach
Yet it is not at all – this dying
And living are but ONE

Who can feel them
As they pulse and vibrate
Not knowing that it is WE
Who hold the world in place

Mother Earth

The smoke, it fills every particle of space
Turning the blue sky into a pasty ash
It is a blanket dropped upon us on
This, a hot summer’s day
And we are throttled beneath it
I think of the woman who was overburdened with her brood
The one who sent her children rolling into the lake
How taxed she must have been to do this awful thing
And so it happens all the time – by different means
Drowning – Suffocation – Beating
Hurricane – Fire – Pestilence
And I ask myself, who is mimicking who?

Power of Belief

Reality = Belief² + Intention

You are creating your life, and this is how You are doing it.
It would be wise to look at your beliefs and question them.
You have far more Power then You have previously believed.

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Ode to the American Flag

flag

Ode to the bipartisan waves
Of that old red white and blue
Is it her shining glory that paves
Or her stars and stripes in us imbue
Has freedom been the grace that saves
Have our compassionate hearts rung true
Or shall we go forever divided to our graves
With no regard for how or why she flew

~~ My Own Beauty

How closely knit were we
Who shared but one garment
When in me, you saw yourself
And felt at ease in your image
It mattered not that I felt ill
In your chosen skin
Only that I Be for you an affirmation
Yet when I got tired of showing you
Just how lovely you were
You were horrified to learn
That I had a beauty all my own

My Christmas Dream

It was by a creek deep in a wood
When first that lofty sound I heard
And long there I who fastly stood
Strained to hear that fading word

And all about me clothed in white
Each emerald point adorned and laced
With scarves of moss draped in delight
As though those noble firs be chaste

And tracing tracks left in the snow
The furry forest round about me drew
Encircling me there in that moons glow
All eyes on the owl as it flew

High atop some branch did it perch
A steeple of green boughs made clear
And all God’s creatures in a wooded church
Drenched by the Love that drew us near

And I was alight there on that eve
With Christmas just a morn away
Mere men and beast both plaited in a weave
As that great bird from his high stay

Cried “Who” and yet for me I knew
That each of us are but One gleam
Of earthly Light trenched in a pew
Though we Be God set in a dream

 

~~ My Christmas wish is that you know, as Jesus did, that You and the Father are One.
John 10:30

The Greenscape

I think the place where I touch god is green
I close my eyes and I Am there
Safe in the silence – no damaging thoughts allowed
There will come a day when I will stay in the greenscape
At home with all the other earthly souls who come to rest
For now I take my moments here and there
Enjoying my own little garden of eden