Posts Tagged ‘pray’

Life exists in a lucid paradise.

A place without time or space.

A place within my mind’s grace.

Lucid, so clear, so easy to see

The truth within me.

A lucid mind creates thoughts with reality.

A lucid mind I don’t fear to see.

So clearly defines my verity.

From the confused and clouded spot

I once lived,

I now understand how my thoughts give.

Lucid…clear…transparent is how I see

For the truth of God has clarified me.


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Rainman Cumhuriyet Square

“Cumhuriyet Square Reflection” – Izmir, Turkey – Nejdet Duzen – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com May 30, 2012


Everything within the world is a reflection

Of the beauty and love of God’s perfection.

All that live on the earth

 Is a birth of God’s loving worth.

Regardless of form, breathe and thought

The creative God gives life

To air, water, and rock.

You are looking into the eyes of the Lord

When you see your reflection

In the watery floor.

All the life that grows from Thee

The stone so rough, polished or pressed

Is formed within God’s breathe.

Upon the stone where the water crawls

The reflections of the land stands so tall.

Clear into the sky you see

While looking down

Is the eyes of God

Beholding all.

Beneath the rock

Is the heart of the Lord.

With vibrations of love,

The ethereal land

Is God’s celestial span.

While on this earthly plane

There is no atom

Without God’s Eternal Flame.

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It is early spring

The birds sing the Lords song.

The sun sneaks up over the lawn

Warming the new life that’s born.

The dew covered grass

Glistens in the light.

A little rabbit nibbles in delight.

The bees go buzzing bye

To find a sweet flower

On which to dine.

The butterfly dances across the sky

In all this I see

The Lord’s Smile

Spread across the clear blue sky.


For as long as I can remember the beauty of nature has always moved me.  Even as a child I would love to watch the dawning day from my bed room window.  In the dark I would sit and listen to the sounds of the night.  The rain and snow falling has never stopped  engaging me.   It was and still is in these sounds and sights… I see God.    This particular poem I never named.   So today I will call it “God Needs No Name.”  As god is Omnipresent.

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“Manarola” – Manarola, Italy 

 Inge Johnsson – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com April 15, 2012


There is a city of the Lord

Built upon the rocks.

Below the water flows

As a road for

Travelers to come and go.

In the city of the Lord

The lights and lamps set it a glow.

It is a city that has withstood

The furry of nature and the

Lives of millions

Who walk the stones

To the shore.

In every city across the world

Is the divinity of the Lord.

It is within the buildings.

Within the shops

And within the churches

Standing on the rocks.

There is always light that shines

Where ever life exist.

It is the people who know the light

That bring peace and love

To the land.

It is the children who play

And smile to bring

Joy to the town each day.

It is within every town

That the eternal light of God

Can be found.

It is within every heart

To grow love from a rock.


“Falling Tide” – Manarola, Le Cinque Terre, Italy 

 Elia Locardi – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com  May 18, 2012

Falling Tide Vernazza Cinque Terre Italy

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Grand Falls in Golden Light

“Grand Falls” – Flagstaff, AZ – Scott Wood – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com  May 11, 2012


As the Spirit flies in the sky

Above the cannon and rocks so high,

The cascading flow from the water source

Ebbs and course through the core.

The world so grand is created

By the One Spiritual hand.

In a land that flows with

God’s eternal light

Is the land where life exist

In perfect harmony.

Grace between air, water and dirt

Is the inherent nature of the earth.

The water moves

Across the rocks

And leaves a gorge in the core.

The river way

Spawns life and breath into

Those that swim and

Animals that play.

While the trees and plants grow

From the earth’s floor.

The sunlight ignites

The beauty of the Lord.

All life in and beneath the sky

Is a reflection of God’s creative side.

The Spirit that flows through

Air, water, and rocks,

Is the beating heart

And the breath of life.

It is throughout the land

That the Lord’s love spans

Within every molecule

Of air, water, and dirt.

Within every living creature

That roams the earth.

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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.


Several weeks ago when I was meditating the Blessed Mother came to me.  She took my hand and we buried a seed and from that seed grew a big, beautiful willow tree.   The limbs so heavy were laden down with the gifts it brings to me.  Each day and night I thank Mary and the Lord for this beautiful image now permanently etched in my mind and heart.   Several days ago, I was googling the spiritual meaning of the willow and I had to read more on the origins of the Mary.  After reading several sites I sat in silence and the poem flowed.   I dedicate this poem to all the mothers around the world who have stood beneath the willow tree.  For it is said there is magic and healing powers within the willow tree and for thousands of years Mothers around the world have stood beneath the tree in grief…And so the willow weeps…And so the willow heals.

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One of a kind Zhangjiajie National Park

“One of a Kind” – Zhangjiajie National Park, China–Thomas Dawson- Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com May 7, 2012


Within a land of hills and trees

Stands mountainous rocks

That tower above the valley low.

Greenery that grows into the misty sky

Above the clouds that drift by.

It is a place of mystic joy

A place of peace

In an earthly plane.

It is an exotic land

That spans the ancient

Space and time.

It is one of a kind

Locked into the

Universal Mind.

It’s uniqueness

Is for all to see

A place of mystery

Of the old and new

China entwined.

The beauty and intrigue

Of such a spot

Is a haven for a heavenly lot.

A place where time has stopped

As the world swirls out of control

The Lord creates a place

For spirits to play.

And man to comprehend

The holy scrolls.

It is a place that takes

Your breath away.

A place to kneel and pray.

A place where ancient spirits lay

The path of God in an ancient land.

A path of the old and new entwined

A place for all people to see

Their own inner Divinity

All One in God…

God One in All.

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Dew Drops upon the rose

Glimmer in the light as the sun rose

The freshness of the day filled the air

As a crisp wind was blowing through my hair

As each moment slipped away

So did the silence of the new day

The sweet music of the animals and birds

Was giving dimensions to a story with no words

It was in the silence that I knelt and prayed

As I thanked the Lord for the coming of a new day


I wrote this poem in 1976 when I was on a teen retreat with the Catholic Youth Organization.  I sat on my balcony of the lodge and watched the sun rise. It was a very touching moment for me as I felt so connected to the universe and God in that moment.

It is sad but true when I wrote this I loved it yet, was so afraid to share it.  I was afraid it wasn’t original.  Maybe I read it somewhere and just remembered it.  Over the years I shared it a few times but always said “Author unknown.”  So today I share it and no matter whom on this earthly plane wrote it…the Author is always God.

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Beautiful Antarctica

In a land of cold

With a floor of ice,

Where the winds

Can freeze a living thing.

There is the breath of the Lord

Creating more than we can see.

In a temperature so cold

Is the reflection of the Divine Soul.

The Soul that lives in everything.

The Soul that burns with the light of God.

The Soul that creates with strength and might

The Soul that extinguishes

The day and ignites the night.

The Soul that treasures all there is

And sees the beauty in the ice,

Can find joy within its life.

For no water, cold or ice,

Can extinguish the burning Soul.

No creature warm or cold blooded

Lives outside God’s fold.

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I dance within the heart of the Lord

And In his thoughts I play.

It is the essence of Spirit

That washes my fears away.

I am cradled within the womb

The womb of creation

Where I stay.

With the warmth of Spirit embracing me

I know this is where I want to be.

I lay in the bridal bed

In my naked truth

The truth of my Spirit

With the flow of Eternity.

In earthly terms I am old and gray

In the spiritual world

I am iridescent lavender today.

In my Spirit’s glow

Is the strength of the Lord

And the loving energy that is God’s Core.

While I lay my head

In the arms of my groom.

The breath of life

Fills the spiritual womb.

The womb so vast

It expands out beyond the physical plane.

And far beyond the celestial reign.

Every morning I start my day with meditation.  This morning I let my mind rest on the thought “I am one within the Lord…I am in unity with the One.”   I quickly felt engulfed by the love of God.  It was during meditation these words and images started to swirl in my mind.

I thank the Lord each day for all the gifts he has given me.  The words of my poems are from the Spirit and I am so blessed to be the scribe and the one who shares them with you.   I wish you many blessings today.

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