Photo: Light on the Mountain, Lagazuoi Refuge, Dolomites. Photographer: Andrea Visca posted on http://www.photobotos.com
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The light
Shines brightly over the earth
As a reminder of Divine birth.
The Creator and One Source
Breaths the air that blows it’s course
Fills the creeks, rivers, and ocean deep.
Created the land under our feet.
The Divine Presence is all we see
In the beauty of the world
That was created so perfectly.
It is with sadness in my heart that today, International Day of Peace, is filled with anger and hate all around the world. The most recent events of the American Film maker and his video has deliberately and intentionally hurt others. I am so blessed to live in America where I have the freedom of speech, yet, with that freedom come great accountability to use words for the good of all. No American has the right to use their privilege to hurt others. I am also blessed with another great gift…the gift given by the Divine…by God. The “FREEDOM TO CHOOSE,’ …today I choose love…I choose to use my words to deny anger, turn from hate, to love my brothers and sisters around the world. You are all my family…Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Christian, Buddhist, and all religions, we are one in this incredible universe. We are one all connected through our hearts and love for God.
Several weeks ago I started working on this poem. It was different for me and I was not sure where it was coming from. As Peace day was approaching I know I would post it today. Then the violence started. Now I know, through prayer and meditation I have been called to reach out to all of you to join in hearts of love to denounce the violence. I ask each of you to write something special today for Peace. Boldly and confidently ask all your followers, friends, and family to put in their consciousness, thoughts and words of Peace…Use prayer…use meditation…use your words and thoughts to raise the peace vibrations around the world. If we all start today with this we can spread the peace to millions very quickly. I will use the words “peace…and world peace,” in mediation for the next few days and possibly weeks and months until the hurt is healed. Regardless of where we live, or what our life situation is, we all have free choice…the choice to love, the choice to respect, the choice to embrace the beauty and divine nature of others.
Millions of stars sparkle in the sky.
Lighting the night, for human wishes to glide.
Under the stars the poets dream,
Lovers love, and conceive wishful things.
Stars illuminate the night,
Filling the earth with hope and light.
Upon the earth the humans roam,
Looking high into the night.
With wonder in their minds
They wish on the stars shinning bright.
They dream a dream
That all in the universe is alright.
What if the stars in the sky started to fight?
Grabbing and seizing each other’s light.
Seeing only what the other has,
And what they think they might.
With guns, tanks, and missiles,
The stars fight a selfish fight,
Extinguishing each other’s light.
Upon the earth the darkness falls.
Dimming the love and dreams of all.
Now, what if the stars looked down upon the earth,
And see trillions of humans as energy burst.
With great energy the earth does shine…
And the beauty grows like autumn sweet on a leafy vine.
Now what if, within that sight,
The stars watch the humans fight.
Wars between races, religions, and nationalities,
Spilled blood fills the land and water ways.
Waterfalls of misery cascade along the earth.
And the beauty once there,
Now violently fading away.
So perhaps the story should be told
That the stars shine bright each and every night.
The humans live with harmony flowing from heart to heart.
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.