Poetic Peace

Today ends National Poetry Month. Clearly, I haven’t written a poem every day as many have. But I’ve really enjoyed my favorite poets’ contributions throughout the month! Here and the following are why I use poetry as a spiritual tool.

Poetic Peace

We can say things in poetry
that we can’t say in “normal” speech.

Things we can’t say in prose,
we can say in poetry.

The image of the poet
being a little unhinged, eccentric, strange,
crazy, weird,
out there, warped,
jaded, off your rocker, a few fries short,
mystical,
transcendental,
beyond the rest of us,
out of touch with “reality,”
better than,
and yet dysfunctional…

I see this image as a blessing!

I’ve said things in speaking
I later regretted-
not because of what I said,
I make no apologies for speaking the Truth-
But for how people chose to feel about them
and how they chose to respond.

I’ve written things in articles
I didn’t feel were complete.
Yet the more I wrote,
the bigger the gap,
the deeper the chasm,
the greater the confusion,
and this, too, I regretted.

And so I return to poetry
to say what needs saying,
to pray what needs praying.

Because I know that somehow
it’s okay,
even welcomed with open arms!

And no matter the reason,
for this
I am truly grateful
to the essence of poetry
that is the essence of God!

Master

“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other; or else he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You can’t serve both God and Mammon.
–Matthew 6:24 World English Bible (WEB)

A reminder to seek God’s Kingdom (Heaven within) first, and everything we need will be added (Matt. 6:33). And while we’re thankful for degrees, jobs, projects, our families, friends, and accomplishments in the world, we cannot serve the world and gain lasting security.

He said to all, “If anyone desires to come after me, let him deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever will lose his life for my sake, the same will save it. For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses or forfeits his own self?
–Luke 9″23-25 (WEB)

With this knowing in my heart, I gratefully acknowledge my Master of Metaphysical Science degree (4/4/14). But the credit is not mine; without God working through me, I would not have this and indeed would not have Life at all.

Master

Not master of others
Or master of things,
I’m master of nothing,
For God is my King.

So deep in my Heart,
My Soul and my Mind,
I turn to the Master
Beyond space and time.

Not tied to a program
Conferring degrees,
The Lord of Creation
Is Master of me.

And all that “I do”
Is done by The One.
For Love is a river,
And through me it runs.

And when I can’t see Him,
I reach for the Truth,
For to master myself
He carries me through.

Not master of others
Or master of things,
I’m master of nothing,
For God is my King.

Breath

In the silence
I feel my Breath.

In a crowd
I’m aware of my Life.

Breath,
So much more than in and out,
A reminder of the power
To expand and contract;
To flow and to ebb.

Unseen,
Often unnoticed,
Breath is Source, Energy, Life:
Bringing Spirit into us, releasing It to others.

Inhale, exhale;
Accept, give;
Energize, relax;
Renew, release.

In the night
Breath remains wakeful.
In daytime
Breath supports.

Past,
Present,
Future–

All that was,
Is,
And is to come
Breathes with Life!

Economy

Be careful
Invest wisely
Don’t invest at all
Play the lottery
Or don’t
Because no matter what

It’s bad, it’s doomed
The final word is gloom!

Worry
Pay your debts
Or create more
Get another job
Or don’t, after all, there are none left
Because no matter what

It’s bad, it’s doomed
The final word is gloom!

They say it’s flat
I say it’s round
They say it’s recession
I call it opportunity
They analyze what could help us
I turn within
Because no matter what

The bad, the doom,
The final word of gloom?

It’s just THEIR word!
For I have heard
A still, small voice
That says, “Your choice!

The Truth within?
Or hopeless spin?
Expanding Life?
Or toil and strife?

The depths of peace?
Or desperate pleas?
You choose The One
Or think there’s none.

For I am here
To free and clear
The path that winds
Within your mind.

I give you Light
Thru day and night!
But you must take
And let it make
Reality
In what you see!

For Good is yours…
Eternally!

Presence Within

Instrument: Walnut Concert Flea Ukulele

Your Presence within each creation
Is the blessing.

In each manifestation,
You abide.

You take care of Your own,
Of Your own accord,
In Your own time,
By Your own means.

The limited mind cannot know Your ways.
But by Your Power,
We rise to Christ Mind!

Here we know
We are one
Creator-Creation,
Blessing-Blessed,
Love-Beloved,
In Essence “atonement,”
At-one-ment.

Oh that we can be aware of this oneness,
Live in it,
Act within it,
Speak from it,
Know because of it,
More of the time we are here on Your Earth!

For as one,
In You,
We live
And move
And have our very being!

Without You we are nothing.
But because of You,
We are beloved!

For this we give You thanks
And bless Your Presence within us!
And so it is!

Rhythm and Rhyme

Rhythm and rhyme are truly sublime.
But you do not know just what makes them so?

I tell you the truth: the heart that’s in you
Is beating all day to music God plays.

And every night God’s thoughts from the Light
Expand in your mind till gently in time…

You know the song and start singing along!
The music of love is yours to live from!

Your heart beats pure, and its rhythm is sure
By God’s design, his rhythm, and rhyme!

Rocks and Rivers

God is the Rock of the ages
The Beginning, the Middle and End
He is the book and the pages
The River that ripples and bends

Life is a series of trials
To see if we’re flowing or not
With every step, leap and mile
We either go forward or stop

God is the Presence within us
Not out there, so high we can’t see
God is the Source that will win us
The Life of a blossoming seed

If rivers don’t flow they go stagnant
If seeds don’t keep growing they rot
If we do not change we are ragged
And block all the Life that is ours

God is the Rock of the ages
Foundation of all that will last
The Peace that is ours and the sages’
Where Life happens now;
Not in future or past!

Welcome, Springtime!

Welcome, Springtime!
youthful splendor;
Sweet renewal
Flowing free.

Welcome, Springtime!
Stirring Lifeforce,
Singing, dancing
In and through me.

Welcome, Springtime!
Equal daytime
Sharing space with
Equal night.

Welcome, Springtime!
Balance weighing;
Harmonizing
Dark and Light.

Welcome, Springtime!
Bringing forward
Light that kindles
Deep within.

Welcome, Springtime!
Now in Christ we
Lift our hearts in
Resurrection!
–Amen!

3 Lucky Limericks

Whether this particular form of poetry is Irish or not, here are 3 that bring the often uncouth, naughty Limerick to another level. And why not? The rhythm and rhyme are irresistible, so we may as well use them for good!

There was a young girl named Mercedes
Who lived on the river Euphrates.
When she started to think
She created a stink,
And the clay of her mind became Hades!

There was once a young lady so “nice”
That she took everybody’s advice
Till the effort to please
Brought her soul to its knees
And she chose all its flavor and spice!

You are where you are and that’s that.
And wherever you go that’s a fact.
You are here by design
In this place at this time
So don’t wait! Just be great where you’re at!

And so it is!

I think a thought,
And so it is!
I may not see it now.
But at some time
The God of Mind
Will bring it back around.

So with each thought,
Which is a prayer,
I let God reign in me:
Thought manifests
To take or bless;
Which do I choose to see?

I think a thought
And may it be
From Higher Consciousness!
And when it’s mine
To have in time,
The good will manifest!
–And so it is!