Wednesday, February 27, 2019

The Word of God

There is Power in the Word!
Power to create
a new world out of the ashes of the old;
to bring order out of chaos.

There is Love in the Word!
Love that binds
one heart to another;
that creates an new humanity.

There is Peace in the Word!
Peace that passes all understanding;
that creates a world free of war,
with citizens free of fear.

There is Justice in the Word!
Justice which is God's best beloved;
allows individuals to see withe their own eyes,
and know of their own knowledge.

There is Life in the Word!
Life that survives physical death;
that carries the soul beyond material existence
into the Abha Paradise.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Worship of God

Praise be Thine, O Lord!
In this new day,
Worship embraces all art forms.
 
 
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Monday, February 25, 2019

Writer's Block

Fields of virgin snow
Imprisoned between bared-wire
Empty of footprints
 
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Sunday, February 24, 2019

The Grace of God

When the sun clears the horizon,
We get a second chance,
Through the grace of God.
 
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Saturday, February 23, 2019

Meditation on the Writings of Baha'u'llah

I see
vision of a greater glory
when I swim in the ocean of His words.

I hear
the music of the spheres
when I intone His verses.

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Friday, February 22, 2019

Meditation on the Speed of Thought

From dendrite to axon
thought moves
at a turtle's pace.

Thought moves
from section to section
doing the snail crawl
to its destination.

At 2 1/2 inches
in 900 milliseconds
(the time it takes
to move a finger)
thought moves
from hemisphere to hemisphere,
carrying with it
the electricity
of our souls.


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Thursday, February 21, 2019

Hazelnut Gourmet Coffee: A Memory

The aroma of the deep forest awakens nature's child,
rousing the ecologist hibernating
under layers of materialism.

The taste of autumn's bounty caresses my tongue,
flows down my throat,
warming each passing blood vessel,
and spills into my body's furnace
to ignite the day's activity.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Angels Beckon

White wings against an azure sky!
Are the cumulonimbi,
Or God's messengers beckoning?

God messengers beckoning,
To the believers of every race and nation,
To the righteous of every sect and religion.

Distant thunder reverberates!
Is it the warning of a storm,
Or angelic trumpets?

Angelic trumpets calling,
To the scattered remnants of humanity,
To assemble in peace and unity.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Night Dreams

Some dreams
remain with you all your life.
Staying with you through difficulties and strife.

Other dreams disappear
as mist in the morning sun
unremembered and unsung.
 
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Sunday, February 17, 2019

Contemplating Procrastination

Procrastination:
Tension rises so I pause
And ask the questions,
"Why do I want to procrastinate?"
"What do I want to put off?"

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Friday, February 15, 2019

In The Midst Of All The Recklessness

Once,
in the midst of all the recklessness
of daily living
I questioned reality.

I took out a microscope
and examined
my concept of divinity,
my concept of humanity,
and my concept of myself.

I ask my soul the hard questions:
Can I love God,
if I don't love myself?
Am I investigating truth
for myself?
What is family?

Once,
in the midst of all the recklessness
of daily living
I questioned reality,
and I haven't been the same
since.


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Thursday, February 14, 2019

Goal of the Mystic

Is to see God
Even in the contemplation
Of a computer program
 
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Today I am Grateful For

Today I am grateful for morning,
for the memory of pleasant dreams,
and the chill of a winter's dawn breeze.

Today I am grateful for laughter,
the warmth of a joyous awakening
to the beauty of another day.

Today I am grateful for prayers
that ascend to the throne of God
and bring down the blessings of faith,
which scatters the uncertainties of doubt.


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Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Memories Underfoot

These are the memories that lay underfoot,
the memories I stumble over when waking up.
A black and white long haired cat,
whose purr vibrated the house
when he wanted to to toss him
a furry toy mouse.

These are the memories that lay underfoot,
the memories I scramble when waking up.
Taking eggs from beneath a hen
she set there glaring at me
she wanted to hat the eggs I know,
that that was never to be.


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Monday, February 11, 2019

Zones of Transition

Growth occurs
in zones of transition where
the upwardly mobile and the downwardly mobile meet.

Confronted by the prejudices
and misunderstandings occurring when cultures collide
we must either evolve or perish.
 
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Sunday, February 10, 2019

Las Vegas Dawn

Bright rays ignite the blue sky,
transforming black velvet night:
stretching and yawning
the city's day shift wakes up.

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Saturday, February 09, 2019

Love

Love is the dawn of a new day,
Rising rosy over hills of gray.

God's eternal light,
Giving hope through the darkest night.

The generating impulse that began creation,
And set the universe in motion.

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Friday, February 08, 2019

Thursday, February 07, 2019

This Much I Know

This much I know!
Lowe is the only true magic there is.

This much I know!
Faith is breathing without air.

This much I know!
Without love and faith this life is merely existing.

This much I know!
Each individual has their own secret knowledge gained from experience.

This much I know!
Each individual is put on earth for a purpose.

This much I know!
When I read the Holy Scriptures of each religion,
I feel the Holy Spirit echoing.

This much I know!
The known to one individual can be speculation to another.

This much I know!
There is one God with many names.

This much I know!
Each star has its planets and each planet its own life forms.

This much I know!
A woman's intuition is important to a woman's survival.

This much I know!
Some people believe faith and speculation are the same thing.

This much I know!
Intuition allows the individual to know many things,
but you must accept intuition as a fact.


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Wednesday, February 06, 2019

Evening Shadows

Growing with Earth's slow rotation
shadows reach for the days lost youth,
like an elderly woman reminiscing
about the joys of yesterday.

Disappearing as night advances
shadows fade into the darkness,
like the disappointment of a elderly man,
letting go of yesterdays fears.

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Tuesday, February 05, 2019

My Muse Is A Skin Changer

I discovered that my muse is a skin changer. It morphs into another creature or item with each genre and subject I write in or about.

When I write about nature, my muse becomes an olive tree. As the wind blows through its leaves my words are transformed into bires nesting in its branches.

When I write poetry, my muse becomes a timber wolf stalking stanza and line through the forest of metaphor and simile.

When I write a personal essay, my muse is transformed into a crown of glory illuminating a snow capped peak . As the crown disappears in morning's light, the rays of the sun melts the snow blocking the paths of my creativity.

Ever day and every hour, my muse changes revealing a different aspect with each story, article, essay, or poem I write. I never know in what guise my muse will appear until it materializes. Knowing this about my muse, has helped me to recognize it when it appears to me.


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Monday, February 04, 2019

Thistledown

Growth occurs in the silent hours
when the mind pauses to reflect
on the day's events.

My eyes focus on a white cloud
moving across the firmament.

I watch it change,
as sections are torn from the main mass
by the wind in the upper atmosphere;
I watch it become wisps of gossamer
against the blue sky.

That could is my illusions
ripped apart by the day's events
leaving behind thistledown
to be dispersed
by the reality of my actions.

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Sunday, February 03, 2019

Earth's Blessing

A rainbow arc spreads across the firmament,
voices praise in a thousand dialects
this paradigm of God's ancient covenant.

Voices raise intoning God's trillion names--
glorifying the mirrors of His attribute--
as they cross the bridge that connects
the rift valley that separates
into sects
the religion of God.

A rainbow spreads across Earth's continents,
mystic dance--
accompanied by castanets, bells, tambourines, lutes,
lyres, harps, dijeridus, bagpipes, musical bows,
reed flutes, talking drums, etc.--
as echoes reverberate and voices unite
into a single symphony
proclaiming that there is not a place on Earth
unblessed by the mention
of one of God's names.

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Saturday, February 02, 2019

The Music of Children

In the music of children,
we live in unity:
One God, one race, one religion.

God lives in the music of children,
in the songs of the purified heart
God is reality.

A breath from the Kingdom of Glory,
carries the scent of the sanctified soul
in the music of children.

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Friday, February 01, 2019

Humanity

We are one family,
descends of the first migrations
out of Africa.

We are a single species,
descended from migrants
who sought new home
for numerous reasons.


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