God’s spiritual world is holding its breath,
Awaiting my “rebirth”-day!
You see I’ve been spiritually minded,
For some time now,
But truth be told…I’ve still been
Wishing beyond wish and hoping,
Beyond hope that things would one day,
Somehow, someway…magically go
But my very happiness depends now on
Me relinquishing these immature childhood,
Wishes and dreams.
Spiritual happiness means taking it all in…
Accepting all things as a gift,
Minus the labels, minus the judgments,
Minus my expectations…
Of how things should be, about what
When every inch of the Universe Is always
Loving me, before, during, and forever after,
Perhaps treading too lightly
To shake up world history books,
But just a flicker of your glistening light,
And your whisper soft words,
Keep spirits afloat.
Protecting broken hearts from
Crumbling or numbing,
Advocate for the invisible,
Oft’ neglected soul,
You reclaim their royal significance.
This humble witness proclaims,
“You’ve made your mark!”
…For a healing dose of your angel dust,
Remains sprinkled upon,
My ever grateful heart.
(Dedicated to my mom on Mother’s Day, and all the other beautiful soul warriors out there…You know who you are!!!)
Content to stretch out my weary soul,
In the delightful windowsill of your presence.
Your accepting gaze,
Like transparent glass,
Reveals my unstained Being-ness.
Opening and pushing back,
Pane after pane,
Circulating fresh air,
Reviving and awakening my spirit,
Transporting once dormant dreams,
Beyond virgin territory…
Leading me into this creative and new,
Me and my “labor of love,” thanks you,
For your beautiful Presence.
May is my 1 yr. Anniversary on WordPress! So I dedicate this poem to you,
all the soul-enriching readers and writers in this wonderful WordPress family,
always looking forward to meeting and reading more!
This space we are given,
Is a gift from God…
A place to learn and grow,
For if we knew it all,
And had it all,
If there were no time or space,
How would we develop,
True humility or genuine pride?
How could we be grateful,
For things not once denied?
Or appreciate a love which is,
Always by our side?
How would we learn of,
Our stamina, our will to survive,
Or be uplifted by,
The powerful, all loving hand of Grace,
If no trouble could befall or
My beautiful soul,
You’ve traveled here from
Another time and space…
And you will go back again,
When I’m gone.
You’ve met God…
Oh the things you must know,
And the things you must have seen!
Yet still you made the trek
Back down to earth,
To be with me…
You are me,
And I am you…
For this, I am grateful,
The world’s inherent make-up seeks,
Our lives too must be in balance,
To experience joy and gratitude.
Too much of even a good thing,
Is not good.
What makes things precious
Is their scarcity,
What is most appreciated,
Is that which is rare in occurrence,
Such as youth, beauty, gold, finding your soul-mate,
Free time, silence
and really good ideas.
Roosters are busy cock-a-doodling,
Chickens kick up their heals,
For a joyful “chicken dance,”
Pigs are rolling in the mud,
Happier than clams,
Cows are peacefully mooing in the fields,
And goats graze without a care,
Sheep count their blessings,
As they close their eyes to sleep…
It’s the turkeys who are sitting ducks now.
On this special, (fateful) “Thanksgiving Day,”
As you gather with your loved ones,
If, in your heart and mind,
Trouble is still brewing…
Turn your sights to your turkey,
The star of your feast…
And be grateful,
Oh so grateful,
Not to be!