Judgment Day: A Description of Dawn

Prior to dawn
the darkness deepens,
as if gathering its strength
to fight the light.

Dawn comes
its rays of life
send darkness scurrying
and ting gray-white the morning sky.

Life's rays paint
the sky in shades of purple
streak the clouds
with pink and red.

The sun ascending
in silent glory
blinds the ravenous birds of night
and inspires the nightingale's song.

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Feast of Light

Life is renewed,
and creation reborn
for Christ ha returned
in the Father's Glory.

Stalactites of light
shine with crystal radiance,
while grandeur is reflected
from radiant stalagmites.

Stalagmites and stalactites
glitter in the darkness of matter
proclaiming the joyous news.

Silence transcends
for an abundance of reasons say:
That God's Promise is fulfilled.

Splendor's shadow hides
in the radiant reflection
of the Lord of Host
and the King of Glory.

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After Midnight

After midnight
the seconds become minutes suspended
on the event horizon of a black hole.

A black hole that pulls
and stretches the minutes
into hours longing for dawn.

After midnight
the mind falls
into a cogitative languor
waiting for the hours
to be pulled into days.

Days overflowing
with the agony of months
stretching into years.

After midnight
the eyes stare into years
elongating into decades.

Decades pulled
second by second into centuries
that are pulled minute by minute
into millennia that are stretched
hour by h our into aeons.


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Trust God

Place your trust in God
Move forward toward your goal
God is sufficient

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Saturday

A beautiful day
Bright sun, blue sky, and white clouds
Wind moves tree shadows

 

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Peace Plan

The Glory of God
Has a plan for humankind
That will put an end to war

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The Power of Words

Think before you speak
Your words hove the power to
Create or destroy

 

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God Doesn't See Differences

God doesn't see the differences
of color,
religion,
gender,
or nation.

God looks within
the individual human
and sees the divine attributes
that are reflected
in the mirror of the soul.


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Life in the Universe

Each star has planets
Each planet has its own life forms
The galaxy and the universe created for life

 

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Saturday Afternoon

Partly cloudy
patches of blue sky
peek through grayish-white clouds
that are pushed by the wind
toward the western mountains.


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Declaration of The Bab

It was the dawn
of a new day for humanity
when its unity
became firmly established.


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Morning Rain

Inhale the morning
the fresh scent of rain washing
the dust from the air.

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Nightingales' Gratitude

Nightingales
raise their songs in praise,
intoning
gratitude
to the All-Glorious Lord:
The Glory of God.

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The Soul's Goal

To know and love God
This is the goal of our souls
Seeking transcendence

 

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Meditation on the Existence of God

There is a timeless quality about life--
about living--
which extends beyond what I know,
and what I feel.

It extends into an unknown realm;
existing between illusion and reality,
between dreaming and waking,
between death and life.

There is more to life than anything I have experienced,
anything I have imagined.

It is not that I am missing something,
rather something exist which I cannot grasp,
and cannot comprehend.

This something I call God.

He exist,
though not in the same way as I,
He is beyond all I know,
all I see,
all I feel.

Without God there would be no Universe,
no Life.

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Feast of Grandeur

On the day of Baha,
in the month of 'Azamat,
united in purpose
and harmonized in thought
we celebrate...

O Lord,
Our diversity reveals
the grandeur of Thy Cause.

Men and women,
adults and youth,
raise their voices in praise
at the Supper of the Lord.


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Collage

Clouds haphazardly
Scattered across the blue sky
Condensation trials

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May Afternoon

Pleasant afternoon
A dog barks in the next block:
Is he chasing cats?

 

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Dawn in Las Vegas

Silence
Tranquility
Dawn breaks over Sunrise Mountain
Crowning its crest in glory

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Nightingale's Song

Listen for the Nightingale's song
echoing from Paradise
calling for love, peace, and unity.

 

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Reflections on the Day of Beauty

Sunshine and coffee
Another beautiful day
A new week begins

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spiritual Capabilities

Spiritual capabilities
allows humanity to discover
the mysteries of the surround universe.

We can chose the path we take,
and change our minds
when that path
is no longer working.

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Healer and Protector

God is the healer
Of all of our afflictions:
He is the generous, the All-Knowing.

God is the protector
He holds the universe:
He is the generous, the All-Merciful.

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The Twelfth Day of Ridvan

Raise your voices in praise,
the day of peace has come,
and the Prince of Peace arrived.

 

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The Eleventh Day of Ridvan

As the King of Festivals
draws to an end
I contemplate the coming
Holy Days,
and the poems I will write.


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The Tenth Day of Ridvan

Beautiful Tuesday
Sunshine, partly cloudy sky,
Wind in the palm trees

 

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The Ninth Day of Ridvan

It is the Ninth Day of Ridvan,
a day for family
and happiness.

I weep
for my Baha'i brothers
and sisters
who are facing execution
because of their acceptance
of Baha'u'llah.

I weep
and I pray
to the All-Glorious Lord
to soften the hearts
of those who hate
other human beings
because they profess a different faith.



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The Eight Day of Ridvan

Love is the secret
Without love there is no peace
No life in the universe

 

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The Sevenh Day of Ridvan

Take the Golden Rule to heart.
Obey it! As if it were a law of nature:
Love your neighbor as yourself.
Every human being is your neighbor,
Regardless of religion or national origin.
Arise! Let your actions express the Golden Rule.
Notice the similarities in phrasing of the rule across religions.
Consider the meaning: the common foundation of all religions,
Each one sent by the same Divine Creator.


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The Sixth Day of Ridvan

Inhale the perfume
of divine unity from
the roses of paradise.

 

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The Fifth Day of Ridvan

Enter the Garden of Paradise,
proclaim the Divine Springtime,
and the arrival of the Lord of Hosts.

 

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The Fourth Day of Ridvan

When does faith begin?
The first step is detachment.

Where is faith found?
Trust in the Glory of God.

How is faith practiced?
Prayer and action removes all barriers.
Giving assistance to humanity.

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The Third Day of Ridvan

Raise your voices,
intone the Ridvan Tablet,
and celebrate the King of Festivals

 

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The Second Day of Ridvan

The wind intones
the joyful news proclaiming
the Glory of God.

In the Garden of Paradise,
Baha'u'llah proclaimed His mission
now we all give thanks.

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The First Day of Ridvan

The Festival of Paradise
has begun,
Nightingales of the All-Glorious,
raise your songs
in the rose garden
of the love of God.


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Saturday Morning on Sunrise Avenue

Morning sparrows sing
Serenade cooing pigeons
Saturday drivers

neighborhood children
Shouts and laughter echoing
Play in the courtyard

 

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Thankful Thursday: A Prayer

Dear Lord,
I thank you for this day
and for revealing to me The Bab
and Baha'u'llah.

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Evening Noises

Spring break
and shouts of happiness
echo through the neighborhood:
No school until next Monday.

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Robins Sing

Listen to the Robins sing,
In the garden in the spring,
Listen to this beautiful sound,
As it echoes all around.


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Motivational Monday: A Poem

I awake,
stretch,
open the prayer app
on my smartphone,
and intone a morning prayer.

The words,
"I have awakened in Thy shelter,"
reverberate through my mind
motivating me
to begin
a new poem,
that will proclaim
Baha'u'llah.

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Miracles

Miracles are everywhere
just open your eyes
and you will see them.

Miracles
are in the shadow
of a palm tree,
in the dance of plasma
circling a black hole,
or in the song of a nightingale.


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Neighborhood Noises on Saturday

Song of a buzz saw
Reverberates through the neighborhood
Apartment remodeling

 

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Beautiful Spring

Beautiful spring,
listen to the joyful sparrows sing
welcoming April wind and showers
proclaiming to all the their happiness.


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Windy Wednesday

It's a windy Wednesday
here in Las Vegas,
with palm fronds waving
and clouds dancing across the sky.

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Life in the Universe

The universe blooms with life,
Each star has its planets
And each planet it life form
Plants and animals flourishing
In countless numbers.

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Spring Cleaning

Every year,
when spring arrived
Grandma cleaned house.

She went about it methodically,
room by room
removing the dust of winter
(not that there was much dust to remove).

She opened the windows
to let in the fresh air
or, perhaps,
letting out the closed up feeling
that settles in a house in winter.



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A Poem A Day

A poem a day
chases writers' block away,
and scatters the clouds of boredom.

 

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Will I Be Able To Sleep Tonight

Last night
was a sleepless night.

As the sun sets,
I wonder
if I can sleep tonight.

If I can't sleep,
the next question is
"Do I read
or write poetry?"

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Prayer of Thanks

Oh, Lord,
I give you thanks
for guiding me through
the tests and difficulties of life.

 

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April Winds

March
is supposed to come in like a lion,
not April.

This year,
Mother Nature seems confused.

Today
the wind is harassing
the palm fronds,
and the clouds--
which are supposed to bring April showers--
float across a blue porcelain sky
without threatening rain.



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After School

I listen to the laughing children
playing outside
on this beautiful
and cloudy spring day.

I smile
because it reminds
me of my childhood,
and the joy
of being out of school
for the day.

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Noonday Prayer

I perform my ablutions,
I turn my face toward Bahji,
and recite the short obligatory prayer.

Stress melts,
dissolving like a iceberg
in the warm Pacific waters.

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March Evening

Inhale the fragrance
of the evening breeze
as it blows through the boughs
of palm and pine trees.

Shadows cast by the setting sun
remind us
that this March day
will soon be gone.

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New Direction

I need to move
in a different direction
one where my was isn't blocked.

I look around,
but see only roadblocks
I need to grow wings to fly
above the roadblocks and the fog.

 

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April Approaches

April approaches
it's National Poetry Month,
unfortunately my focus
is on increasing my income
and preventing
an overdrawn checking account.

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Evening Breeze in March

March wind whispers
sweet nothings
to palm fronds
and olive leaves.

March blows
into the arm of April
composes love odes
to April showers.


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My Notepad App

Midnight
time to write
phrases and lines,
I don't have to turn on the light
I can compose poetry
using my smartphone's notepad app.


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Spirit of the Age

From time immemorial,
God's promised humanity
peace and unity.

In this age,
peace is inevitable
and unity unstoppable.

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Sunday Afternoon Poem

Beautiful Sunday
Sun shines in all its splendor
Casting dark shadows

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Feast of Splendor

The glorious wine
of the Holy Spirit sipped
from the chalice of God's love.

The radiant bread
of the Word of God consumed
at the table of the Lord.

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The Nineteen-Day Feast

At the Lord's Supper
we sip the crystal waters
of God's Word
from the chalice of divine love,
and verse by verse consume
the fruit of the Tree of Life.

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Naw-Ruz: A New Year

March 21, 2019--
Naw-Ruz 176--
the beginning of a New Year
full of hope and joy.

The morning was cloudy,
clearing a little by afternoon
and the sun cam shining through:
the joy of a new and glorious day.

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Naw-Ruz: A Time to Celebrate

Spring is almost here
a time for joy and cheer,
a time to celebrate Naw-Ruz
and a brand new year.


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Saturday Poem

A cool wind blowing
Bright sun casing deep shadows
Bird flies past my door

 

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Pray for Assistance

When under stress,
intone a prayer for assistance
ask help from the Lord,
the All-Powerful Creator.


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The Birds of March

A sparrow is singing,
nesting in the pine tree across the street,
the pigeons nesting above my door
are silent
listening to the sparrow's serenade.


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Roses and Chocolates: Memories of My Mother

Mama loved roses:
her favorite blossoms were red,
and she like rich dark chocolates.

 

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Sunday Poem

Sunday afternoon
A beautiful cloudy day
For writing poems

 

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Prayer and Action

Word by word I read
a prayer for unity,
afterwards
I contemplate
how my actions reflect
my desire for unity.

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Virtual Vacation

I'm taking a virtual vacation
across the planet Earth
to see the Baha'i Holy Places and Temples
200 years after The Bab's birth:
My virtual vacation
will begin on March the twenty-first.

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An Afternoon in March

The rain has stopped
gray clouds cover the sky
promising more rain,
a chilly wind blows through
palm and olive trees
giving the feeling of winter,
but spring is on the way.

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White Recliner: A Memory

I always think of Grandpa Newland,
whenever I see a white recliner.
I remember him setting in one,
with the Siamese cat beside him and the dog in his lap,
watching TV.
Grandpa enjoyed setting there
with Jay beside him and Cindi or Popcorn in his lap,
watching The Grand Old Opera.

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Word Problems

Life
is one big word problems
with more variables than constants.

 

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March Morning

Partly cloudy sky
The sun casts deep dark shadows
Beautiful March day

 

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Saturday Morning

Wind whispering through palm fronds
Gray clouds and sunshine
It rained early this morning

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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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Worship of God

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

 

 

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Writer's Block

Fields of virgin snow
Imprisoned between bared-wire
Empty of footprints

 

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The Grace of God

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

 

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Goal of the Mystic

Is to see God
Even in the contemplation
Of a computer program

 

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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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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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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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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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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 Afternoon Thoughts

Weariness sets in
and the weekend approaches
inhale, exhale, laugh

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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