Kiss the Lips of Cosmic Beauty

Dark day storm, bright light of stars, wings of angels

Herald your heroic march as you ride on the wind,

And do you show your beauty in ten billion forms

Throughout the Cosmos of eyes twinkling at night

In the form of stars staring down upon this earth ~

Gaia your honored home, sacred sanctuary of souls,

Where multitudes of gods approach you in dread

And in wonder-love, bowing to your mighty majesty,

Chanting hymns of deep adoration on ocean waves

Like undulating valleys and mountains momentous,

And yet who are you in such terrible terrifying form,

May this child inquire in trembling staggering, Lord,

And will you grant even a glimmer of understanding

Even to me, who can do no less than willingly worship

As the Universe delights and rejoices in your presence?

Most Beloved: Song of John

My eyes penetrate your guise, rough and rugged, to visualize heavenly beauty,
Descended from an almighty Father of lights in an underlying sight of dignity,
Born of woman to be torn upon raising the horn of our salvation in benignity,
With bigotry plotting against your pure chivalry so spitefully to kill innocence,
But you loved with a vast, everlasting love from above, reaching me with love,
And in this was I made your beloved, O beloved, as you bade me abide in you,
Forever true til the death-dew of heaven rests upon my brow, then on beyond,
And on into eternity where once again will I lay my head against your breast,
Hiding myself in the nest of your arms, safe from all harm, alarmed no more,
With kisses of compassion in perfect affection not mired in too-human desire,
And then shall I sing my song, sweet and long, in you where I forever belong

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No More Turning Away

There’ll be no more turning away from the weak and weary

I am here with all power from the higher regions of heaven

To leaven your life with light and life, love, truth and beauty

To fulfill my sacred duty to serve all people with no reserve

And I see your eyes and hear your cries before all love dies

And I know your pain with no gain in life or in immortality

And the seeming banality of your humdrum daily existence

As you persist in trying to find meaning with little resistance

And I’m here for you to do for you what you can’t do for me

To place my hands on your head to make a bed for serenity


Editor’s Note: Thank you to Pink Floyd for inspiring this poem with their song, “On the Turning Away.”

Hole in My Heart: Longing

Hole in my heart blown apart by life in the world around me

Into which we’ve been hurled by Necessity’s unfeeling hands

With bands wrapped round the whole of my soul for control

By an unseen dark fiend like an unredeemed mournful man

And so my somber spirit longs to belong to some sweet song

Of salvation’s keep within the deep recesses of heaven’s store

Like ne’er before in adoring only you my truest Companion

So handsomely arrayed in gold-laid finery with Self so filled

With Life and Light and Love and Truth and Beauty as well