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I took a stumble today down a hill I rolled

And landed in affray.

I was in the depth of my murky haze

Covered in a negative spew,

When I realized the error of my way.

So I acknowledged my wrong and sat in forgiveness of me,

And you graciously extended your saving hand.

So with you as my guide

I eagerly climbed into your glorious fold.

Thank You Lord,

For you are always welcoming to a precious soul.

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The Truth of Thee

Is seen in the glory of a tree.

The magnificence of the Lord

Is seen in the tiniest insect that be.

The Love of God

Is in every living thing.

The Joy of Spirit

Is in the birth of life.

It is within the Almighties Light

That the universe exists

And the Love flourishes

Of which we are nourished.

The Power of the Creator

Is in the humanity of all,

For it is God who speaks our beckoning call.

Our call to embrace all his creativity

Regardless of religion or race.

Regardless of manmade law

We are one in the bosom of the Lord.

Each and every one of us is adored.

For it is in the Truth of the Lord.

It is Divine Law.

God is…you are…I am

One in all.

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I was running around the lake you see,

When up in the sky

I saw the sun laughing at me.

So I ran to the beach and saw him waving good-bye,

I knew the sun was playing a trick on me

When I saw him slid down behind the trees.

So I jumped up and down hoping to see,

If the sun was still looking at me.

I saw an orange speck between the trees,

I thought it was the sun winking at me.

With a blink of my eyes and giggle of glee,

That speck was gone

and no-one was left watching me.

Even though the sun played a trick on me,

I’m sure from between the trees

It was the Lord who winked at me.

(msuzanne, 1981)

I wrote this poem when I was 21 years old while I was spending a wonderful week in the Pennsylvania Pocono Mountains.  One evening I was out for a jog around the lake when I saw the sun setting.  It was a warm summer night in August.  Before the sun set I sat and prayed by the lake.  I lost all sense of time and when the sun started to set it was a reminder I must run back to where I was staying.  The setting sun and the wink from between the trees left me knowing that God was right there with me.  So we continued on our jog.

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Erupting Volcano – Johannes Gunnar – Featured Photographer   www.photobotos.com

Eyjafjallajökull  Glacier, Iceland

Erupting Volcano

In the volcano that erupts

There is a heavenly energy source,

That surges through our earthly core.

Coursing through the veins of the universe,

Is a power so great that transforms

The land that it disintegrates.

In this world of hot and cold,

There is a place for both to stand side by side.

For the volcano to erupt from the ice,

For the heat to embrace the cold,

For the heart of God

To heal the injured soul.

All is good in God’s creative universe.

From the largest of mountains to the tiniest of insects that I can see,

There is the breath and thoughts of God visible for all Eternity.

From One Source, The Creator of all brings us beauty and tranquility,

In the flowers that grow and the trees that bud,

It is the divine message of God’s Love.

Hidden within the core is the heart of the Lord.

Overflowing with love for all to see,

The lava that spews is a divinity.

The duality of this picture of volcano and ice is the

Truth of the expansiveness of God’s creativity.

From ice so many ages ago came the lands we now sow.

From the heat of volcanos past came the newest of all that last.

In this universe and for the entire world to see

Is a perfect picture of God’s unity.

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Drop of Innocence” – Sitra, Bahrain – Isa Ebrahim

Child with his mother in a funeral procession for one of the martyrs tortured by the impact Bahraini police in the city of Sitra 2011.

This is an award winning image that I first saw on www.photobotos.com .  I was very moved by this image and wrote “Eternal Right”.  The words and thoughts flowed immediately as I held the pen and God wrote this for all his children.  It does not matter where someone lives.  It does not matter what their religion, culture, or their color, every human has an Eternal Right.    It is a gift from God to live in love, peace and joy.

Awards for this image can be found at this link: http://isaphoto.net/blog/pages/centralblack.html

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Among the sea of dark is a spec of light,

A child of God born within the night,

With eyes and heart open to the divinity of his Eternal Right.

This child is the hope of a culture torn.

Spiritually driven, a nation cries over the fight so worn.

Mother’s weep, while children sleep that their fate may be sealed,

Before their life revealed.

The veil of homage shrouds the Divinity within,

hides the tears of loss,

And the fears that spin.

The child is embosomed within the culture deep.

And deep within the light shines,

For this young life so Divine.

Humanity starts with a smile,

a laugh, an offered hand,

A child’s grasp.

It takes one loving Soul to let the healing unfold,

It is on bended knee that I pray this day,

That this precious child’s eyes only see what is right with humanity.

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Lord the first gift I see of this day

Is the darkness of the sky lifting away,

As the darkness melds into a charcoal gray.

The singing of birds in unison for Thee,

Is like a chorus of angels perched in the tree.

The tree once hidden in the darkness of night

Now shows its silhouette to me.

As the sky transforms in heavenly delight

 I sit in love of Thee.

The fish in my pond break water to see

The Glory of God in the brightening sky.

The night animals return to their hiding place,

And close their eyes to your loving grace.

In harmony of this magnificent morn

I pray in homage and give thanks for this day.

Within the essence of your divinity

I am delighted by Thee.

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In the darkness of the night

My Soul soars in God’s Eternal Light.

With the pulsing sound of energy waves,

Bathing my essences in spiritual bliss,

In this vibration is the Divinity of why I exist.

The sounds of God on another plane,

Are sounds of peace, love, and nurturing.

A peace to calm the human brain,

A place to strengthen the human bond.

A love to transcend the heavenly floor.

A nurturing of all existence is God’s gift to all adorn.

In silence this place exists.

In solace within there is an echo of Divinity,

That brings me deep within his hold.

A place of love,

A place within the spiritual fold.

With great love and honor

I surrender to Thee.

For there is no greater existence

Than within the love of Thee.

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The tranquility that I knew was in the silence of loving you.

Your peace filled my heart and eased all pain,

You gave me a reason to live this life that else wise would be in vain.

Your spirit and vitality have taken control,

As you are the creator of my soul,

You are in my heart that beats and in my mind that thinks

And in my blood that pulses through my veins

You are the salt in my tears and the curls in my hair

You are my breath I breathe in the cold winter air

You are in my very being

Without you Lord…I am nothing

For I am a reflection of your love.

(msuzanne 1974-1979)

Two months ago I found some old journals and poem books from my teenage years stuffed in a box in the basement.  It was this find that reignited my passion for writing spiritual poems.   As I went through these old books, I was amazed by many of my spiritual poems written in the 1970s. I was 14 years old when I started writing poems.  This poem was in a book dated 1974-1979.  I wrote this between the age of 14 to 19 yrs. old. What amazes me is the metaphysical message within when I was raised a strict Catholic.   Now in my 50s I rejoice in the teachings of Earnest Holmes as his every word speaks to my soul.

In the original poem the words “possessor of my soul” was used in line 5 and today I changed it to “creator of my soul.”   As a teenage I often complained about having to do what everyone wanted me to do.  And even went so far as seeing myself under others ownership.  So the word possessor made me smile as I remember that time in my life.   You can read it with either words

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Lord, I was running late you see, when I set off for Sunday Celebration of Thee.

I took the short cut around the town to skip the traffic lights that slow me down.

And I quickly ended up on the Pike thinking now it would be alright.

In a hurry I rushed…

I rushed down the road and passed the horse farm without a hitch.

Then as I turned the bend a little fast I saw the geese in my path.

I hit the brake and stopped in a blast.

Just in time as they march one by one in a straight line.

An elder Goose ran up to the car with a squawk,

“Hey, there is a speed limit here, didn’t you see?”

One by one they came through the bush,

And impatiently I said, “Oh just fly so I can get on by”

And finally as the line seemed to thin the little goslings waddled in.

One after another with mother goose on their tail,

They lolly gagged and sauntered in a childish array, as if they wanted to play.

When all were safely out of the road,

The elder goose squawked, “Go hurry on your way.”

So off I went in a fluster of worry to arrive on time for the Celebration of Thee.

Up the steep hill by the park I flew and over the top my car just sailed.

As I landed on the slope going down the road,

I saw a lady and dog a good distance away.

My immediate thought was, it would be Ok.

So with my foot on the gas I continue on my way.

Yet something was wrong with my approach.

As the old dog was slow and appeared to be stiff.

I hit the brakes and this time the dust flew,

And I scared the old dog and the lady too.

So I smiled and waved with all my love

And under my breath I said,

“Hurry I’m already late. The celebration won’t wait.”

So as I sat and watched

I said, “See Lord it’s just not my fault that I am late today,

All these things are in my way.”

Finally as the dog approached the other side I took off for you.

I blew through a stop sign with easy and some care and arrived with no time to spare.

As I shut down the car, I said, “finally I’m here to give you praise”

And the Lord responded, “You silly girl,

I gave you gifts to see, the order in the geese and new goslings.

I wanted you to stop to see the spirit of me.

The spirit of dog, a divine creature you see.

As I am God and we are one in the same

And share the same letters to our name.

Somehow this morning you’re rushing to me,

Left you blind to my gifts to see.”

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The Poem below was inspired by the photography of Alexandre Deschaumes a featured Photographer on www.Photobotos.com .  This photo was posted today March 25, 2012    “Most Beautiful Valley in the World” – Cerce Valley, France

There is no desolate land that has not the beauty of God’s creative hand.

God the creator of all things, created the majestic earth.

With mountains high, valleys low, volcanoes and rivers that flow.

Heavenly light breaching the darkest terrestrial span

Filling the valley of God’s creation in a spiritual fan.

In the sacredness of this glorious day,

God sends the luminous light to bring beauty to this desolate spot.

Harmonious rays bouncing off the rocks

And reflecting on the water top.

In darkness the Spiritual light will always shine.

It is present where ever the essence of God lives.

It is present in every crater and hill in all divine land,

In the heart and mind of each and every man.

There is nothing in this universe for you and me to see,

 That has not the breathe of God and the love of Thee.

Within the source all life and creations live.

It is your eternal right to find God’s luminous light,

Even in the darkest part of your human heart.

No heart is desolate unless you chose it to be,

 A heart without love.

A heart without Thee.

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