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First Breath

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 21, 2012| 2 Comments »

“A Beautiful Morning” – Trakoscan, Croatia – Featured Photographer, Boris Frkovic

www.photobotos.com June 19, 2012

 

In the first breath of the breaking day

The Lord leads the way.

There is no more beautiful sight

Than the passion of dawning light.

Day embraces the retreating night,

A blissful union of love and might.

The day and night a curios pair

Cradles life everywhere.

As the moonlight crawls away,

Sunlight grows the day.

The merging of light entwines life

In the omnipresence of the Lord.

The day and night the yoke of time,

The breath of God

The heavenly and earthly bond.

In shades of grey and light of white

The Spirit propels all life.

With the peace of night rest in safety.

Basking in God’s light travel your chosen path,

Knowing the Spirit is the infinite of dark and light.

Knowing God leads beneath the trees,

Through the day and night,

Over land and across the seas

Into the heart of all humanity.

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I AM

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 16, 2012| 3 Comments »

color rain drops

“Color Rain” – France – Francois Dorothe – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com     June 3, 2012

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What prism do I see my life?

Is it through the eyes of love,

Or the veil of pain?

On what path did I chose to travel?

Is it with God

Or is all alone,

Locked in my human brain.

A place without sight of the glorious light,

A place where my choice

Can be blame.

Who am I to possess the Eternal Flame?

Who am I to scream at the sky,

That my fate is

God’s blame?

Who am I to close my eyes

To the beauty that is there?

Who am I to reject love,

From the Infinite above?

Who am I to reject

My place within the

Divine?

Who am I?

Who am I?

I am…I say

A Child of God

With Eternal Life,

Love of the Holy Core,

Divinity created by the Lord.

God is…

God is…

“I am”

God creates with Love

There is no rejection

From the Spirit above.

There is no apprehension

Of the sacredness

Of all that exist on this earth.

Who am I ?

Who is God?

God is…I am.

I am one,

Within the one,

Within the Infinite

Within the Eternal Flame.

I am one with God.

With love

Without blame.

I am

I am

God is…I am

And Is all…I am

I  am…

I am…

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Guardian Spirit

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Tamanawas Falls Mt. Hood National Forest, Parkdale, OR

“Guardian Spirit”  Mt. Hood National Forest, Parkdale, OR

Tula Top Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com   Posted May 28, 2012

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The light of the Lord

In the misty haze

Illuminates the Land

On which we pray.

The great water fall

Cleanses ill thoughts away.

The earth beneath your feet

And the dirt between your toes

Is a reminder from where life first arose.

Beneath the earth the roots burrow deep

Into the core of our nurturing Lord.

Within the divinity of God’s breathe

Is the heavenly air that fills each life.

The Forest of trees

With outstretched limbs

Reach for the Lord

In loving accord.

The water drops from the falls

Feed the Forest to grow so tall.

The sunlight shines

With warmth that

Caresses the leaves and vines.

And within it all

Is the call

To rejoice

In the Magnificence

Of the Lord.

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God Needs No Name.

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2012| 11 Comments »

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.

(1976)

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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Forgotten

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2012| 4 Comments »

Forgotten Coastal Portugal

“Forgotten” – Coast of Portugal – Nelson Bolinhas – Featured Photographer

www.photobotos.com  May 24, 2012

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Let us forget about sin.

To the Spirit within

Sin is just a hell on earth.

A thought of confusion

Born to this place and time.

It is a mind without clarity.

A mind without truth

Of the love of God.

Sin is in the shade of gray

Where spiritual light

Has faded away.

So quickly turn back to the light

And enter the consciousness of the Lord.

For on your journey it is always there.

On your journey sin is only a lapse in mind

It has no power or commitment to you.

It only imitates the right thing to do.

With your eyes on your inner light

All things will be aright.

For there is no sin

Within the universe.

For God is Love and

Not a curse.

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Waiting the Hydrangrea

Posted in Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2012| 7 Comments »

Eight years ago I knelt with my hands in the dirt

I planted a young vine with love and mirth.

I watered and fed the vine

While I dreamed of the flowers it would bring.

Across the lattice the branches did spread

The leaves so gently popped their head.

For eight years I waited to see the flowery crown.

Now with a lush fullness the flower buds bring.

A lacy white top that makes my heart sing.

A climbing hydrangea so lush and pure

A beautiful flower that climbs,

From the dirt floor.

In the cup like petals

Is a heartfelt of love.

In the sunlight shines the truth

In the flowering world this is the symbol

Of life’s enduring beauty and grace.

For me this is what I have waited eight years to see.

In 2004 I planted a climbing hydrangea in my garden.  Each year the branches spread across the lattice fencing.  And each year I waited to see the flowers bloom.  Last year the flower buds started to open until we had an early heat wave in May.   The young tender petals were scorched in the bright burning sun.  So this year I have been very eager to see the full hydrangea flowers.  Yesterday,  I counted 8 blooms starting to open.

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Heart and Rock

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2012| 4 Comments »

Grand Falls in Golden Light

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

www.photobotos.com  May 11, 2012

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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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My Clown

Posted in Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , on May 17, 2012| Leave a Comment »

The air is cold

the moon shines bright

with the stars of life.

The town is silent

except for the cries of a clown.

A sad clown

that brings joy to everyone

with his balloons and tricks.

He is the same clown

that wares an upside down frown by day.

But at night his smile goes away.

It slides away with the joys of each day

He is happy by day

For it is people

that make his heart feel young and gay.

When he walks through the door

His life unravels and falls to the floor.

Oh beautiful clown

please let your smile grow.

I love you more than you could ever know.

(1974-1979)

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As a child and teenager I always liked clowns.  This poem was not about a particular clown.  It was a self-reflection of how I was feeling at that time in my life.  On the outside I was happy and people saw me as so.  Yet, inside I was sad.  Today, I cannot remember what event may have triggered these emotions.  But it is most likely when I was 16 years of age, and was “grounded for life,” as my father would say.  Social isolation for a teenage through a summer is like a life sentence.

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Where the Fairies Play

Posted in Poem, Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2012| 5 Comments »

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In a place so far away,

is a land where the fairies play.

A place beneath the sky,

with clouds that ride,

the winds that tie the skies,

as the Infinite flies.

It is in the place that the fairies play

that the trees sway to the gentle breeze,

and the fairy dance shakes the leaves.

Within this garden is a misty air.

And on the floor in the garden beds

beneath the stems

of the Flowers that grow

the children run and climb

and nap upon the silken vines.

Within the flower head

lay the infants nestled in bed.

The petals cover the little ones.

And in the hand of God spans the Fairy Land

a place where dreams and wishes come true.

A place where Love Is dripping In the morning dew.

The sunlight glistens on all that grows.

And when it sets the moon light

floods the fields below.

It is in this magical place

of fairy land

that Spirit blesses

all creatures here

with grace and power for this sphere.

And it is here that the Spirit

mystically appears

and dances the dance

as the energy flows

and ignites the world aglow.

All living here are bathed

in the energy of the Loving One.

They are the purest of pure

of God’s energy source.

They are the illuminating rays

that filters into the earthly plane.

Within this mystical place

is pure love

over flowing for the human race.

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Under the Willow Tree

Posted in Spiritual Poem, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 14, 2012| 8 Comments »

 

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.

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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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