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Vessel of Christ

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Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar

It’s the

Refrain:
Little things
That [They] shape a life,
And mold and color how we see it.
In time they grow
And come to light.
So let us be a vessel of the Christ.

1. ‘Cause we don’t get too many chances
To make a big decision count.
But every moment we have choices,
And all that counts is our decision now.
And these
Refrain:

2. And we can keep our broken pieces,
The shards of anger, pain, and fear.
Or we can give them as a sunbeam,
Shards of love to make a pathway clear.

And let us harbor thoughts of kindness
And the question of, “What if?”
Let us save a place for others,
As the gentle Jesus did.
‘Cause these
Refrain:

O Let us be a vessel of the Christ.

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Let the Mind Be in You

Faith of Christ

Light

Sound or Silence Choice

Done but not Forgotten

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I can’t help but feel relieved
This month of poetry is done!
I didn’t think I’d make it,
30 poems in 30 days?
Even though I write a song a week,
That’s just one, and this was
How many more?

Circumstances, situations, relationships, drama
All grabbed at my legs to entangle me in their delusional distractions.
And I can’t say I haven’t fallen prey!

But still, still the words have been there
When I became quiet enough to hear them,
Relaxed in body,
Open in mind,
Seeking in spirit
To find the words waiting to be written.

30 poems in 30 days?
There’s a first time for everything!
That was the beginning,
And this is the end.

Yet may the relaxed,
Open
Seeking
Continue for all eternity!
Done, but not forgotten,
To be remembered in any moment,
That the words may come
And Life may live
In peace.

A bonus for
NaPoWriMo!
This year was my first attempt, and I feel it was successful!

Where We Are

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Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar

1. It seems like we’ve been here before.
There’s a name for that, deja vu.
We’ve come back around
To cover this ground,
Unearthing something that’s new!
Refrain:

2. We don’t want to take it again,
This roller-coaster of woe.
It tosses and turns
With lessons to learn.
Let’s get them this time, and go!
Refrain:

3. It seems like we’ve been here before,
But deeper now than it was.
With God as our Light,
We come through the night
And greet the dawn of His Love!
Refrain:

Refrain:
‘Cause we don’t always know what we want.
But admit it, we know how we are.
We take the same path
Of forward and back
Until we return to the start
And fin’lly appreciate where we are.

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With or Without
and more (see link).

Translation

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Religion is full of translation
And telling us that it is so.
It’s not just an interpretation,
But set down as Law that we Know.

Theology is but ideas
To share a perception of God.
And some who subscribe to a teaching
Push anything else under sod…

Religion is full of translation
Of present and future and past.
Beyond every interpretation,
The Spirit is all that will last!

—
The last prompt of
NaPoWriMo
is to translate a poem from a foreign language into English. Though I know other languages, I chose to write my own poem about translation, because with few exceptions, I share my own work here.

I Remember

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I remember how mountains seem so high when I’m trying to climb them.
But in the peaceful valley below, they just provide shade.

I remember how tears flow like a river, or not at all.
But later they wash the pain away.

I remember how my heart beat fast and hands shook violently.
But when the crisis passed, I stood strong.

I remember the fear, the worry, and dread.
But realize again that it’s all in my mind.

I remember stress, the unwelcome visitor, the needy companion.
And I remember, sooner or later, the Peace that passes all understanding!

I remember the Cause that is within me.
And I remember to choose positive effects in my life!

I remember!

—
“I Remember,” the prompt at napowrimo.net, for this second to last (some say penultimate 🙂 ) day of
NaPoWriMo.
Either way, one more day!

Power Struggle

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I don’t like it when you push me around.
But I don’t have a problem telling my kids what to do.

I feel like a bad kid when you talk to me that way.
But I don’t mind making you mad to prove a point.

I point out your words that replay in my head.
But I let you keep saying them over and over.

Over and over I get on this ride.
I say I want off, but I keep getting in line.

I line up everything that needs to change
Like dominoes in a pretty row.

The dominoes fall to reveal the truth:
The power struggle is in my own mind!

“Mind over matter,” I tell myself.
But I think out of habit just the same.

I wear the same habit like a shield.
But it doesn’t protect me.

I am protected more deeply inside,
Beyond strife and struggle, beyond this powerful ride of fleeting life.

Because real life knows
The struggle is temporary.

The treatment is temporary, too.
And by the Power of Life within me, I treat it that way from now on!

—
NaPoWriMo
day 28, unprompted.

Words

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Words
– Simple
Contriving
To tell the truth
– Convince so many
To take the path WE choose.

Words complicate the matter
Of Being, and confuse it with
Seeing, thinking appearance is real.

But we perceive a tiny part of life
And keep saying experience is concrete.
Our words are overworked and under-paid as such,
And understanding Life itself is still beyond us.

Words are a gift, but when to often called to task, they dull.
Their fifteen minutes, a dizzying eternity of “what?”
We talk too much to listen at the door of Higher Consciousness,
Where all words fall away to knowing, flowing, glowing Cosmic Lifeforce…

—
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is for a poem with long lines. One example has 17 syllables per line, taking inspiration from the 5-7-5 (=17) syllables of Haiku. I’ve written a variation, with lines from 1 to 17 syllables. An interesting piece for
NaPoWriMo!

Like

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If like gives birth to like, then plain to see,
Our “thinking makes it so,” as Shakespeare said.*
It shapes experience for you and me,
But deeper than the mind is Spirit’s head.

For in the soul and heart is wisdom pure,
Beyond the knowledge growing in this world.
Yet as we give it power, more and more,
Our science is a smoke screen that unfurls.

The Spirit won’t demand that we depart
From progress and advance of humankind.
O may we lead by soul and know by heart
And not from separation seek, but find.

And grounded in the Spirit of our birth,
We might attract more “like” upon the Earth!

*William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

—
Day 23… The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a Sonnet. This one is Shakespearian in form, but I make no claims of being a master of the Sonnet! I’ve written others, but haven’t revisited them in over 10 years. It’s nice to get reacquainted with this timeless poetic form as part of
NaPoWriMo.

Hypnosis

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I’ve lived in a state of hypnosis
For all of my life and before.
It’s time to snap out of the trance now
And look to the opening door.

I’ve done what I’m told and I’ve waited
Beneath expectation and fear,
Considering every opinion,
Belief, and desire I hear.

But all of them came from outside me,
For others are happy to tell.
I went from the light to the shadows,
From Heaven above, down to Hell!

I’ve lived in this state of hypnosis,
Obeying the people’s commands.
And it’s brought me back to my purpose:
I’m God’s mind and Spirit and hands!

It’s hard getting out of the trances,
But truly we’re never alone!
Despite every darkness and detour,
We’re walking the path of the One!

Unprompted, for
NaPoWriMo day 21.

How to Weave a Tapestry

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Paint a picture in your heart.
Someone else’s will not do.
Choose the colors and designs
That are meaningful to you.

Warp your loom to measure threads.
Keep the tension all the same.
Round and round you wind the yarn,
Making up your picture frame.

Over, under, over, under,
Filling in the detail sure,
Back and forth across the warp,
Goes weft that makes designing soar.

Separate threads now interlacing,
Shuttles transport yarn beyond;
Tapestry is taking shape,
And life is every weaver’s song.

—
The NaPoWriMo.net prompt for today was to write a didactic (instructional) poem teaching a practical skill. I couldn’t shake the weaving idea, so this is my contribution for day 19 of
NaPoWriMo.