Stand and Listen to the Wind

Stand and listen to the wind

Listen to the wind echo through your soul
Listen to the wind breathe the words of heavenly realms
Listen to the wind whisper numinous dreams of what may yet be
Listen to the wind speak your deep, most secret thoughts
Listen to the wind voice the world around

Stand and listen to the wind

In the turbulence of your mind feel the breeze
In the cacophony of your soul hear this serene, soft voice
In the clamor of your heart being torn apart listen to the comfort
In the confusion of your spirit open to the cool tranquility
In the turmoil of your psyche inhale the zephyr

Stand and listen to the wind

There is the everlasting despite time
There is pure peace out of the pieces
There is truth amid all the deception
There is purpose arising out of chaos
There is destiny even in desperation

Stand and listen to the wind
Stand and listen to the wind
Stand and listen to the wind

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Note: Originally published in January of this year, now being republished due to some renewed interest as well as for new reader-followers. God bless you … as you stand and listen to the wind.

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Resplendent

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Like onyx and gold, diamonds and pearls,
Your soul so bold, mind on fire against the cold;
An heavenly pendant; you are resplendent.
No one on earth, before nor after your birth,
Quite like you, and so few even near; can you hear?
Can you hear the angels calling, crystal falling
At your feet to the beat of ethereal wings
As numinous choir sings to bring you precious pleasure
Forever yours; do you know ‘gainst the blow
Of fierce world around you, you are not bound,
But free to descend to deepest depths, then climb
Into the blue skies above with love, your only carrier?
There is no barrier to what you may know and feel,
What you may be and become, even as some have before,
And some still do today, resplendent in face of dismay.
Resplendent, and you may be transcendent, dependent
Upon only the One ~ the One in you and thru you ~
And no one else. Hear the band playing in the distant
And in the stars above, through the sands of time,
Grit and grime; hear the spirits chime in rhythm
Of your destiny held and exhaled with every breath
And heart beat; only part of your story has been told;
More there is to be written so freely and happily…

You Are Resplendent.

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Note: Originally published in January 2016, now being republished for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. May God bless you all!

Serendipity: Healing

So silently slip into peace and rest,
For the best of Life is yet to come
Some sure and certain, unending day,
Some say; home…

Can you see across the lush, rolling green hills
On far horizon, shimmering lake of serendipity,
Where plays barely audible symphony of reality?
Beautiful sound and imagery…

Pound of your heart keeps rhythm and rhyme
With angelic serenity where rests your
Soul identity, and with no brevity of life;
Font of plenty…

Healing

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Note: First published in January 2016

Bouncing Ball (Triple Haiku)

Bouncing ball to play
One child sees much brighter day
And what should we say?

Yes, be like the child
Just carefree and fun and wild
And yet meek and mild

Leave behind the fray
And, oh, go the child’s way
And for awhile stay

Jesus once said that you have to become like a child to enter the Kingdom of Heaven, for the Kingdom is made of children. Perhaps, then, we adults need to learn to grow down?

No Romero, Not Here! Not Here!

Dearest Romero, you cannot come here out of fear;
You see, we don’t know you and only a few want to;
You have made your pilgrimage at such a young age,
But all for not for we have bought this wall
As a clarion call that we’re surely not for all,
Even the weak and small like you, O Romero!
Say, can you see the torch held high up into the sky?
Fire once burned there to light the night sky
As a bright beacon of hope for those who cry;
But now we must say ‘good bye’ and just let you die,
For we have no place for your face ‘n no more grace;
O Romero, what are you thinking as you’re blinking?
Skies here are not blue for you,
And your skin is the wrong hue!
From sea to sea shall we be ever so discriminatory?
Dearest Romero, you cannot come here out of fear!
Not here, lad, not here . . . for we are filled with fear!

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Note: Romero is both a Spanish and an Italian surname meaning: A person on a religious journey or pilgrimage . . . (also) an herb of rosemary symbolizing remembrance and fidelity.

Something Has Changed, Something Strange

Something has changed inside you, something strange
Over the whole range of your person, now rearranged,
Yet you smile the same way and walk through the day
Just as you always have, but it’s as if you have cried
For the last time and somehow have now died inside;
So as we walk side by side now and talk as we have,
There is only your shell, your inner-well has run dry;
And try as I might the sight is not the same, not really;
You are present, persisting in existing, but with no life;
Is this just the gyration my imagination, or is it true?
Did your spirit finally break for the sake of survival?
And is there is no hope of revival? Are you living dead?
Something has changed inside you, something strange;
Yes, something vital has changed you are not the same

Prayer of the Called

Do you want me to help heal the brokenhearted?
To bind up wounds and to announce your favor?
To set free those long in the prison of darkness?
Oh, this broken vessel, Lord, and very tarnished!
Are you picking up all the pieces
To make of me what I think I see?
I would be a salvaged wreck preaching to saints!
And you know I traveled down that road before,
When I was younger and prideful and so selfish;
And what legacy did I leave behind me but ashes?
And do you want to use me now, Lord? Even me?
Oh God! You have saved me from certain death;
You know you can do with me what you please,
But what church would accept me as a shepherd?
Ah! But I believe in you and what you want to do,
Only give me a sure and certain sign of your will;
For here am I; I will go wherever you send me . . .

Cry for Me Crying for You

Ah! My love! Cry for me crying for you
So emotionally bruised and confused;
You have been used and misused now
For so long you think it’s where you belong,
But how wrong you are! O sing a new song!
Take my tears and wash your face
And embrace a brand new reality
In finality of chasing what is base!
Ah! My dear! You pull tears from my eyes
As I spy him round every corner, lurking,
Knowing he’s bound to hurt you yet again
But you can’t see the sin ‘n you never win!
Oh my God, my God! You call his hate love
And I cry above to every angel who’ll hear
To steer you away from this dark delusion
And I know they care but can they repair?
Can they repair the damage already done
Under sun, moon and stars so far away?
No! No! You pop his pill
And then lay so very still
To bask in sleepy fantasy
To mask a very real pain!
What do you gain, then, save stain of guilt
And remorse ‘cause you took that course?
O can you not see and finally be free?
Or do you rather enjoy your chains?
Are you so insane that
You’ve slain your heart?
Ah! My love! Cry for me crying for you
So emotionally bruised and confused!
Cry for me crying for you to be so true,
So true to yourself to finally be free . . .
Ah! My love! Cry for me crying for you

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Note: It must have been a better month for me than I knew at the time. Here is another poem previously published in November 2016, being republished now due to some renewed interest as well as for the enjoyment of new reader-followers. (And I’m very thankful to say that quite a few folks have decided to follow this blog just over the last few weeks! Thank you!)

Waking Up a Year Later

This morning I awoke with a melancholy heart,
My mind on a trolley filled with a volley of thoughts
Brought on partly by the New Year, partly by the old,
And I felt cold, yet at the same time strangely bold;
Not only had I survived the old, but in ways even thrived,
And I could not help but wonder what is in store this year?
I hear it’s supposed to be a good one for me, but we’ll see!
Here it is, then: January has creeped in and I begin again;
Changes are in store for me, so it won’t be a bore for sure!
And I do have my resolutions for some small revolution
In my life, but the year now stretches far beyond my sight,
And it is a bit frightening; will there be blight? Or might
I thrive like busy bees in their hive? Well, I am alive!
What about you? To you I simply say, ‘Happy New Year!’
May yours be blessed with peace and cheer and lots of love!

Dream Reality of the Dreamer

Not an effervescent dream
When pulled along in the slipstream
You have to wake up
Take what comes along
And belong to the truth
Leave the blight of numinous night behind
Rush into the light so bright
Recover your sight
See the trees in the forest of life
And the honey bees of daily details
For this cream is richer than any dream
Or so it seems to those of us just waking up
So sup with us at the table of reality
Stranger than fiction with its own diction
And depiction bizarre enough
To cure your addiction to elusive fantasy
It has its own history of mystery
And more to spare to repair your mind
As you unbind yourself from mere shadows
And embrace the one dream of the Dreamer
That became what we now call reality