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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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Nothing is Lost!

Antelope Canyon – Page, Arizona
Gregory Boratyn, photographer

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Nothing is lost!

Lord you create with perfection,
And that perfection is me!
And within this moment the thing I lost
You easily see.
So with your Divine knowledge
I release myself from my human sight.
To see though your Divinity,
What is here in front of me.
Oh Lord, I am most grateful,
For your vision today.
I am most grateful
You lead me on my way.

Photo posted on http://www.photobotos.com March 10, 2013

I started saying this prayer/poem over a year ago in some form or another. Once again today it helped me find what I miss placed. I also use it when I feel a block from my human life filter. Sometimes we need help to know the truth in experiences/situations. So please feel free to use this to help you see what the divine puts in front of you. I love to hear if it helps you find what is miss placed or your vision/thoughts of an experience change.

I am proud to say today is my 1 year anniversary with this blog.  Thank you everyone who reads my words and who has encouraged me in my spiritual journey.  The words you share on your blogs have been inspiring and have helped me grow spiritually and emotionally.   I am most grateful for our friendship.

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Cathedral Cove, Coromandel Peninsula, New Zealand
Pawel Papis photographer
Posted on http://www.photobotos.com

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Soft pastels floating by
Settle gently on the horizon line.
Water rolls across the shore
Soothing the grainy floor.
Sun light reflects off the sand
Expanding the tapestry across the land.
Open your mind to the light,
And feel the energy grow.
With your heart opened wide
Let the love inside.
Stand tall with your spirit in tow,
And listen to the Angels sing.
“Within the light your
Spirit Shines
The love of Eternity.”

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moon

Super Moon , Gilbert, Arizona , Justin Asht  Photographer

Photo posted on http://www.photobotos.com

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The moon so full

So bold and bright,

It’s circular perfection a heavenly sight.

The wheat stalks so high

In gold and brown,

The grasses sway around and around.

Under the moon

The souls dance all night,

A dance of homage a divine sight.

“A rite of passage,” the Angels sing

As the souls dance under the bright moon light.

“Come…Come,” cries the Lord

“To your eternal place…your gifts on earth will

Never be replaced.

Your spirit so bright will live on in light

Your memory engraved in the hearts of form.

Your essence a thread that weaves through time,

A glue that bonds the earth and sky.

An eternal spark that never dims,

Is your lasting love contained there in.”

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Sunrise over the Serengeti Plain - Serengeti Plain, Tanzania – Harold Green

Sunrise over the Serengeti Plain – Serengeti Plain, Tanzania – Harold Green
Photo posted on http://www.photobotos.com Nov 13, 2012

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Dawning Day

Under the dawning day

The tree reaches its limbs to the igniting sky.

Darkness of night quietly fades,

Into the colors of the breaking haze.

The morning mist the Lord’s gentle kiss

Lands softly upon the world’s lips.

In a single form

A tree exist,

In a cluster the woods grow

into a community the life energy flows.

The roots of the tree are embedded deep

Into the core of the heart of the earth.

The roots are nourished

From the mineral floor.

Within the tree a world of life exist

A world of unity and community,

Perfectly thought out by the Lord.

Every life form loved and adored.

Every life form a gift for all to see.

Every plant and tree,

Every insect and animal,

Every drop of water,

A perfect spiritual divinity.

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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.
Al Diaz
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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