Archive for the ‘Spiritual Poetry’ Tag
The train has left the station — but my mind, that is speeding forth on a faster track, has already arrived at its predetermined destination — Unable to recount where I have been the rationale disguised as truth insists — “What you’ve missed is worth the price to get where you are going.”
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It requires a necessary discipline, halting tracks to slowing down — To reconnect with the source of life, that in its disregarded elegance seems to beg for my attention. How could I give Creator and creation praise … blinded sometimes by my own intentions?
I wind down, breathless and amazed … as though it is a first. This free, most precious gift exciting senses, calming soul with Spirit’s peace — bares a beauty that abounds with seeds for endless blooming.
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I love eggs and the value of nutrition they fulfill
I love that for a chicken it is not a sacrifice but an offering
That without guilt I can thoroughly enjoy
My friend offered her suggestion of how much better it would be
To have and taste farm fresh eggs from her sister’s hand raised hens
The idea became a desire that I quietly tucked away
When to my delight on a country walk I met these hens the very next day
It’s so important to remember
All the desires that our hearts and minds contrive
Because dreams soon become erased
In the maze of life’s unknowns
But God who knows us all so well
Forgets not his children’s hearts
Our grandest and even littlest thoughts are logged
Engraved in God’s own heart
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I look for crosses everywhere
Especially when doubtful or in despair
But how amazed am I
When crosses cross my path
Unknown to me instead
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Lord, oh God, Creator
Most Mighty, Holy One, Sacred and Supreme
When in lowly valley I fall sullen
You appear mysteriously so sudden
You gratefully redirect
My wanderings and my schemes
And permeate my dreams
The earth, and all of us, Your creation
Symbolic of who You are
Rivers flow on endlessly
Quenching the thirst of earth and all dependent on it
The waters unseen work churns beneath the surface
Hiding deep within its banks and bottom
Precious gems and many treasures
Living waters return to You in greater measure
By sweeping up each soul in its holy water
We, who You made most magnificent
We, who You trusted with Your creation
Return to You, most Holy One, who we call our Maker
And better yet, to love you more, as our Mother and our Father
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George Eastman’s Desk —
His former home is now a museum in Rochester, NY. His vision was to put a camera into the hands of the masses … Truly a believer who manifested his dream. This massive accomplishment inspires me, and I hope you as well, to think big, take calculated risks, dream dreams, and live to accomplish all that you hope that God would hold dear.
Images reveal truths
Some wanted, some not
One picture portrays
What often words cannot
From cave walls to canvas
From film to pixels
Quickened by heart
Perceived by the eye
Freezing life’s moments
One click at a time
Struck by a sunset
Or a newborn child
Photography allows us to be
21st Century recorders
Of all that we see
Revealers of truth
Explorers of nature
Capturing love
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Faith is believing in what I cannot see
With patience waiting in Spirit’s company
I put my trust in Thee
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Hope’s opposite is despair
And when we find ourselves admittedly there
Only Faith and Prayer with Gratitude
Can lead us back to where
The Spirit’s light shines bright again
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