World is a mirror
Stare back, see the beautiful truth
Reflection is you
Give hate and get hatred back
Give love and feel the warmth
The World is a Mirror (a tanka)
spiritual poetry
Obscure Hints (a poem)
They talk of footprints
Along the winter sand
Those obscure hints
Of God’s guiding hands
When we’re struggling
We believe God is hiding
It feels so puzzling
When our life is backsliding
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Searching for Wholeness (a poem)
Searching for wholeness, never out of reach
The constant push-and-pull of emotions
Ebbing tides of epiphanies and stagnation
It’s always right there – inside of us
A walk through the neighborhood
Among swaying trees and greenery
Sometimes you forget nature could
Soothe your senses and bring you back
To the center of everything
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Change of Seasons (a poem)
The seasons change, as do people
We get stagnant and we grow
Sometimes sad, sometimes gleeful
The summer heat and the winter snow
The seasons change, and so do I
Moods shift like the colors of leaves
Crisp autumns and hot Julys
We give and we also receive
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Still Searching for God (a poem)
I’m still searching for God
But have I found Him?
When I pray, He doesn’t respond
So, I sing murder ballads and hymns
God is in the stars
He’s in the grocery store, too
In the face of an old man
In a sunset that’s so true
Really, you can find God anywhere
If you look in the right places
Perhaps She’s in the very air
And in the in-between spaces
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Sending up a Prayer (a poem)
Sending up a prayer – way up in the air
Pleading with God – will He respond?
He’s quiet at first – this feels so forced
But the prayer changes me – can’t you see?
I begin to let go – at first, it’s very slow
My worries remain – at least for today
I don’t expect magic – or to feel ecstatic
My faith is hard-won – once, I came undone
From that I learned – not everything’s absurd
While it may seem so – it takes time to grow
Into spiritual maturity – certainly not purity
Life’s never perfect – the future, we can’t predict
But spirituality helps me – it makes me feel free
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A Visit from the Angel (a poem)
The angel visits me.
Shocking sound, vast colors, she’s suffused in light. A messenger, her words deeply stirring. Her face purest yellow, shining,
smiling, brings ease, a luminosity
She says everything
Will be all right,
All’s well, all shall be well,
All manner of things
Shall forever be well,
Like Julian said
Centuries ago
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Moon and Sun Love (a poem)
The moon is the queen, sky mother
The sun is the king, sky father
They love and they need each other
I pray, seeking to uncover
The secrets of their true wonder
How they shine, oh, so brilliantly
How they love us, yes, distantly
They make love during their eclipse
See the bright touching of their lips
Their love endures, persistently
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Morning in the Desert (a poem)
Watching the horizon, bright sun rising above
baking the desert this lonely morning
I came here for mystical union, total silence
but the mighty sun cares not this morning
What of the Desert Fathers, who searched for love
retreated to their cells in the morning?
Did they unlock secrets, away from violence
find perfect solitude in quiet mornings?
I’ve read their books, listened to their tales,
but the words escape me this morning
I want my eyes to be removed of scales,
like St. Paul seeing Jesus in the morning
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Strange Planet (a poem)
Why do you fear death when
you’ve died so many times before?
It was new once and it scared you,
an awful boom and tingling sensation
up your spine, lights dimmed,
an explosion of impossible colors
tasting like metal and smelling of wood,
leaving you breathless
