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Tears of Love

An infant born from seeds of love,

Tragically taken on the wings of the dove.

The tears of love fall from those that mourn,

A parent cries for the precious life once born.

The love of the child untainted simple and pure.

A Divine message from the Lord,

 To embrace the future

A gift to explore.

The young soul carries the torch

Of eternal light.

And should be protected as a right.

A child so pure a human so adored.

The tears of love fall from those that mourn,

A parent cries for the life they’ve born.

Release in this night,

 Love for the one you hold,

Give back the spirit,

 To be cherished within God’s fold.

The tears of love fall from those that mourn

A town cries for the children they born.

Your pain so bound to the dirt and sky,

Will bring you closer to the reason why.

It is the time to ignite the light,

And turn to God instead of fight.

Allow the pain of lose and grief

To release your spirit

From the chains of disbelief.

The tears of love fall from those that mourn

The world cries for the children adorn.

Empty arms and a heart that aches

Will bring grace in its wake.

A child has left us alone and scared

A child has died within our care.

The tears of love fall from those that mourn

A parent cries for the precious life they’ve born.

I started this poem after the shooting in Newtown Connecticut in honor of the children and adults who died at Sandy Hook Elementary School.  This week I finished this poem and again we have just witnessed violence in Boston taking the life of a child and two adults.  This poem is for all, here in America, and around the world who die from violence at the hands of another.     We are all God’s children, we are all entitled to live and love within the light.  It is no human’s right to take a life.

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Running in the darkness of night,

Searching blindly for light.

Life lost, in the Dark Night of the Soul.

A struggle with fear taking control.

In the dark night,

Beauty is lost,

And pain grows,

In the place of the hollow wilted soul.

Emerging in strength the ego seizes hold.

The darkness is darker,

The light a faded memory,

Forcing the soul to its knees.

Wilted, hollow, the lifeless soul

Sees a glimpse of the distant light.

“Keep your eyes on the light,”

Echo the words of the Angels,

While quickly fleeting the dark night.

With each glance the light re-ignites

As the fears melt away.

The power of the soul

Turns the darkest night into emerging grey.

“Come…Come…There is more for you to see.”

Sing the Angels hovering above me.

With Fixed eyes focused on light

The damaged ego releases its hold.

The light so bright burns passion and joy

In the empty hole.

New Life is birthed in this once lost soul.

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Hidden Secrets

Church of the Good Shepard Lake Tekapo, New Zealand

photo by:Bhuminan Piyathasanan

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Read the stars that shine so bright,
A treasure map for the new born life.
The Major and Minor Arcana march,
In unison for the human life embarked.

Whether it is Love, Money, or Power you seek,
The Tarot will reveal lessons for you to tweak.

In the Tarot the Tower will fall
And Death will ride in standing tall.
The struggle and strife from the wands will call
A reminder to the soul,
To let go of the ego’s hollow hold.

Within the cards there is nothing to fear.
A map of your journey is always near.
A message for success to restore Divine right
A love letter for your soul to complete its flight.

When the cup overflows with gratitude and love
The stars hidden meaning will sparkle above.

In the end the Aces reign,
As a gift of The All for all the good they bring.
The soul’s lesson now to be known,
Gives the path for Ascension to the Divine Throne

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photo posted on www.photobotos.com April 5, 2013

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Listen as the snow falls,

Watch as it glistens in the rising sun,

Feel the softness of this early Christmas morn.

This is the Lord’s creation and reminder of the season’s glow.

For today like so many years ago,

We celebrate the birth of a babe being born.

On that first Christmas morn,

He lay wrapped in swaddling clothes,

And slept in a crib of hay.

The gifts this child brings are greater than any he received.

For Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh,

Are treasures from the Earth.

The Christ Child a gift of Love,

Peace and Eternal life of the Lord Above.

 

I wrote this poem between 1974 and 76.  I still remember sitting on my bed watching the early snow fall on a Christmas Morning.  Over the years it is interesting to see how my thoughts and spirituality has defined the Christ Child within my heart and mind.  As a young nurse caring for children with cancer and AIDS I know Christ to deliver these children into the light.  I heard many children tell me and their families “Jesus is here for me”.  Sometimes children saw him as a child others as an adult and occasion baby Jesus came to take them home.  So for years, I knew Jesus as the Shepard of Children.

Now so many years later I have looked at my understanding of Christ.  Yes a Child of God….just as I.  A human… that roamed this earth…just as I.   A man who transcended the human level of consciousness and paved the way for you and I to join him in the Christ Consciousness.   A teacher….A healer…a miracle maker…A divine Creation of God…with the Essence of God flowing through him.

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Blue Aurora

Blue Aurora – Grundarfjörður, Iceland – Peerakit Jirachetthakun

featured on photobotos.com 12/8/2012

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A burst of color in the sky,

The Aurora a Diva of the Divine,

A Roman Goddess of the Dawn

Ignites the sky in a majestic cry.

To announce the sun and the coming day

The beauty of the Aurora paves the way.

Whether blue or green,

She sings her praise,

With a heart full of love

The world is lite from above.

The beauty of the night sky

Is a reminder of the Divine.

The Spirit of the Universe

Is where all good is birthed.

Breathe in the essence of the dawning day

And allow your Spirit to guide you on your way.

A breath immersed within the winds or gentlest of breeze.

A breath that ignites the Spirit

To glow within the human breed.

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Leonard Pitts Jr.

The Miami Herald

Leonard Pitts Jr.      The Miami Herald
Updated: 2012-11-16T12:00:00Z

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Leonard Pitts Jr. is a columnist for the Miami Herald.
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Leonard Pitts Jr. is a columnist for the Miami Herald.

        “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways.” – Isaiah 55:8

I am not here to tell you God’s will.

The temptation to do so is powerful, in light of the news out of a hospital in the United Kingdom: Malala has received a miracle.

You remember Malala Yousafzai, of course. She is the Pakistani girl from the conservative Swat Valley region of that country who came to international attention as a blogger and activist for the right of girls and women to be educated. This basic human freedom is a matter of great controversy among Islamic extremists, particularly the Taliban, which used to stage house-to-house raids in Malala’s town, searching for girls in possession of books.

Last month, Taliban goons with guns attacked a van carrying Malala and her classmates home from school. Two other girls were hit, through their wounds were not life threatening. Malala’s were. The bullets took her in the neck and the head.

A little over a month later, we learn from CNN that Malala is walking, reading, writing, smiling and is believed to have suffered no significant neurological damage in the attack.

Against all odds, all reason, all sensible expectation for a teenage girl shot in the head and neck, it looks like she is going to be fine.     But I’m not here to tell you God’s will.Granted, Malala’s miracle seems to deserve that – to cry out for it, in fact.But putative people of faith are often too glib, facile and mean in claiming to have divined the divine. Just as often, their interpretations say less about God than about them, the things they hate and fear, the narrowness of their vision, the niggardliness of their souls.

The Rev. John Hagee, for example, said it was the will of God to drown New Orleans in Hurricane Katrina as punishment for the city’s willingness to countenance a gay festival. He did not explain why the Good Lord swamped the rest of the city but left the sin-soaked French Quarter, site of the aforesaid festival, relatively unscathed.

Republican senatorial candidate Richard Mourdock, on the other hand, said it was God’s will if a woman is raped and then finds herself pregnant with the rapist’s child. He did not explain why God would choose to inflict such physical and emotional violence upon a presumably unoffending woman.

And then, there is the Taliban itself, which said it was God’s will, required by the Quran, for this teenage girl to die. If she survived, said a spokesman after the assault, they would try again to kill her.

Since then, a number of things have happened. Malala’s school has been renamed in her honor. The United Nations instituted a worldwide day, also in her honor, and has launched a campaign for girls’ education. It is called “I Am Malala.” Pakistanis, perhaps previously cowed by the terrorist bullying of religious fanatics, have risen in mass protest, finding courage in numbers. Malala has been asking for her school books so that she can study. On a message board of CNN.com, a reader suggests she ought to get the Nobel Peace Prize, and the idea does not seem at all far-fetched.

Oh, yes, and there is a million dollar bounty on the head of the Taliban spokesman.     Take it all as a stark reminder that too often, people who speak glibly of the will of God really describe no will higher than their own. They presume to interpret God like tarot cards or the stock market, forgetting that God is sovereign and does not need their help. He is a big God. He can speak for Himself.So I will yield not to temptation. Unlike the Taliban, I will not presume to tell you what God’s will was. But in light of Malala’s miracle, it seems pretty clear what God’s will was not.

http://www.kansascity.com/2012/11/16/3920037/commentary-malalas-miracle-and.html

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All around the world people are honoring the principals, good intent, and actions of Malala.   It has been one month since she was shot and the sorrow of that event continues to resonate within the hearts of many men and women everywhere.   This tragic event has raised the world’s awareness of the suppression and horrors many women live with.    Malala represents the desires of many girls and women to be treated with respect, love, and honored as an intelligent and creative human.  This is the God given right of every human, male and female, to be supported in their pursuit of education, respect, and happiness.

Today I pray for the healing of Malala, and for the healing of hearts of those that are suppressed, and for a healing of the thoughts of those who suppress.  There is no divinity in suppression and control of another human.  For all creatures, human, and animal have been created in the image of God.

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Touch of Light (French Massif) – Grand Galibier, French Alps – Photographer, Simone Miotto

The light of God forever shines.

Upon the mountains,

And illuminates the rocky climb.

The clouds a divine haze,

Etches images

In the sunny gaze.

From tranquility to turbulence

The core of the Lord

Lies within the tumulus earth.

The essence of God in everything

Is the beating heart that pumps

The oceans, rivers and streams.

The heart that feeds the plants and trees.

Quenches the human and animal

Spiritual need.

The essence of God so visible to all

Yet, human eyes refuse to see

The splendor of our Lord lives in everything.

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Photo posted on www.photobotos.com 11/09/2012

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Cathedral Park Holy Tree

Holy Tree (Cathedral Park) – Portland, Oregon – Yvonne Mestre

Posted on Photobotos.com 11/4/2012

Under the willow

A mother weeps

As she buries her child

Beneath her feet.

The Queen of Heaven

Stands at her side

As she wipes

The tears from her eyes.

The shoots of the willow

The mother ties.

With a wish in her heart

She pleads to the tree

For the release of her grief.

An enchanted tree

The willow weeps

Its limbs hang low

With the heavy leaves.

The shoots whip when the winds blow.

As the priest and priestess pray

For ills to fade away.

As the poet lays to sleep

Beneath the willow the dreams do grow

As the words of the poem start to flow.

The magical tree the willow heals

Those who weep.

And eases the pain

From their tormented sleep.

To bring serenity to the sea of tears

To bring harmony within the earthly sphere.

With the sway of the willow shoots

The mother releases her fears.

Beneath the moon

The willow grows

In love the tree bows it head

To the souls of the dead.

With its arms it embraces

The mother who stands beneath the tree.

And cloaks the poet who lay to dream.

Mothers weep all around the world for the loss of a child.  In many cases it is to violence and hate.  These are senseless acts and in tribute to all mothers who experience a loss of a child I am reposting this poem.  The beautiful picture was on www.photobotos.com today and when I saw the picture I knew I wanted to share the picture and the poem with you.   Many blessings to all who have experienced the loss of a loved one.   Poem originally posted on May 14, 2012

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A girl so young, innocent and sweet,

With a voice that rebounds through the streets.

Her song for girls and women across her land,

Give dreams of freedom

To those that wish they can.

Through Spirits eyes she reads a book,

Through divine mind she learns to write,

Through the voice of God she valiantly chants,

For the rights of women within her land.

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One young girl with THE POWER within,

Can topple the reign of hate.

The voice of the Lord’s messenger

Valiantly creates.

It is from divinity expressed

In perfect natural form,

That freedom is born!

Inspired love from around the world

Embraces Malala tight,

Raising her soul

Within the Lords luminous light.

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A girl so young and innocent

With a voice that resonates around the world.

It is her voice of truth and love,

That has great power the evil dream of.

It is her voice we hear in our heart,

It is her voice that will never be quelled,

For the Lord has spoken the truth to all.

And within her heart

The Lord’s words do swell.

The Lord’s message will forever be sung

Lovingly around the world.

It is within the voice of this enchanted girl.

A girl so young, innocent and sweet

With a voice that rebounds through the streets.

Her song for girls and women across her land,

Give freedom to those that wish they can.

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Her soul so innocent and pure

A gift from the Lord.

Her life a threat to evil

Is a strength they deplore.

There is no Lord,

Supporting their war.

It is a war within their mind,

It is a war that supports their hate.

To give them power over those that fear.

To eliminate the love and goodness

Of the people they disintegrate.

The Lords message will forever be sung

Lovingly around the world.

It is within the voice of this enchanted girl.

Around the world and through the heart of all

The power of love and healing given by THE ALL

Raises Malala from this tragic day,

So her voice will speak the words of God once more.

No evil can take away

What God has given as destiny.

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A girl so young, innocent and sweet

With a voice that rebounds through the streets.

Her song for girls and women across her land

Give freedom to those that wish they can.

It’s time for all around the world

To stand and raise our arms.

With our eyes on God,

And heart open wide,

Let the Spirit move hate aside.

It is our thoughts and deeds

That raise the love

And brings evil crumbling to its knees…

It is our choice to free those we love

It is our choice to take back our land.

Hand in hand, heart in heart,

Call upon the Lord

To clear the way

For Love to manifest

Perfectly today.

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A girl so young, innocent and sweet

With a voice that rebounds through the streets.

Her song for girls and women across her land

Give freedom to those that wish they can.

Through Spirits eyes she reads a book,

Through divine mind she learns to write,

Through the voice of God she valiantly chants,

For the rights of women within her land.

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