Love Threads

All good deeds (including prayer), 

Are sewn into the fabric of Love.

No good deed gets left on the spool,

Unsewn, (unknown).

 

Love could never deny Itself,

But only use the thread,

Which is of the same fabric,

For Absolute Good.

 

Sewing, sewing peacefully,

And ceaselessly into the night;

Creating a blanket of warmth,

For a world, otherwise at risk,

For hypothermia of the soul.

 

This poem is dedicated to all moms, especially my mom,

who works tirelessly for love.

 

Healing Heart

The conscious spiritual,

Healing path,

Can be described in 2 words,

Pure magic.

 

It’s really God’s grace,

Leading us, in time,

To heaven’s gate; a metaphor for,

That spontaneous and natural,

Defining moment,

When we drop our luggage or baggage,

At the door,

Allowing only love to enter.

 

Our heart, now as wide as the universe itself,

Becomes our heaven.

Young Spirits Break Free

Shattered by a crushing blow to heart, 

body, or spirit,

The ego left for nearly dead.

 

A lucky few surrender and cry out to God,

Thereby allowing the miracle of grace,

To sweep swiftly through their broken places,

 

Reigniting their soul’s flame,

Calming and drawing them into,

A dark inner wilderness,

Replete with emotional dragons, demons, and ghosts,

The likes of which few would care to know, or dare to go.

 

Yet turning back now,

Is to play pretend.

 

The trusted companion, grace,

Alights young soul travelers,

With joy, love, gratitude, peace and forgiveness,

 

Giving them strength to go the mile,

 Clearing and navigating,

The once hidden path of God’s Will.

 

Leading them down, out and all the way through,

To the (other), spiritually lighter side.

 

Young spirits freed,

Don their new wings. 

A Woman Driven (to live).

I’m moved forward by desire,

But guilt holds me back.

Then love moves me forward,

And fear pulls me back.

Then hope steers me forward,

Yet doubt yanks me back.

Renewed confidence drives me forward once again,

But my limitations set me back.

Then as I begin to build my strength back up,

Shame slams me from behind,

And drags me down, 

In a,”You don’t deserve success!” kinda dead lock.

 

Falling hard,

I’m out for the count,

Having only failed myself,

For choosing to stop trying.

 

Thankfully forgiveness picks me up,

Restores my faith,

And gets me back in the game.

On Being

I am a being of love and light,

Nothing more, nothing less.

There is only One light and One love,

Streaming through us all.

I have the capacity to do,

Everything I need to do,

And the potential to be,

Everything I need to be.

In God’s time lies the promise,

Of so much more.

 

Forever God’s Children

Children are born,

With what lessons to learn,

We may never know?

These are their lessons to learn from and grow.

 

These are their struggles,

This is their pain,

Their triumphs,

Their victories and gains.

 

This is their path they must walk,

Often alone,

From their fresh clean start,

Till their old, worn out soles.

 

From innocent beginnings,

With knowledge may they grow,

In compassion, wisdom and faith,

The whole world to show.

 

So don’t be afraid you can’t love them enough,

To take away their every pain.

Remember, most loving Ma and Pa,

In pain there is gain.

 

With confidence and compassion,

May they grow up strong yet soft of heart,

For one without the other,

Is a miserable lot.

 

Fighting past their demons,

And mastering their shadow,

With brave steps, false steps, back steps,

And small steps.

 

At the end of the day,

Life will not leave them high and dry,

God’s love is right there,

 

 

However far off,  wide or high, deep or steep,

Or solid the brick wall,

Placed firmly at their feet…

 

Their success in assured.

God’s love, direction and protection,

Is for your precious child,

Forever theirs to keep.