Whole Again

It seems to me that we are meant to see
The Almighty as The Creator of our history.
Since time began for woman and for man
We've been part of a master plan.

We know we've strayed and pulled apart
The world that portrays Creation's heart.
Isn't it time we seek the fear to end,
And focus on ways to help our earth to mend?

Let's begin by confessing to sisters and brothers
The ways that we know we've wronged each other.
Open our hearts to becoming, once more, one;
In The Holy Spirit we're daughters and sons.

We're the children of Creation's light most pure,
Striving to find the eternal cure
For our turning from The Light in our arrogance.
Each of us must now seek to mend the broken fence.

We are not meant to look and talk the same;
We are sent to gather the well and the lame.
The common call of Eternal Peace,
We must pray to find a way to release.

Let us send it out on wings of doves,
With a message of Infinite Saving Love.
Let's share our joy and absorb others' pain,
So with all Creation we may be whole again.

Rejection and Resetting

Why do our babies fight us when they don't need us anymore;
Can't they say, "I'll call you" and gently close the door?
Why do they act as if they always knew how to walk?
Are words of angry rejection why they were taught to talk?

Dare I take the chance of finally saying, "No more";
To find out what values bind us at our core?
Love is not a feeling; it's action and a bond,
I can deeply love a person of whom I don't feel fond.

It seems that when we have opened our souls to our friends,
The relationships are not strengthened; rather, they're bound to end.
The pupa can't become a butterfly without being set free.
I pray that the reset button leads the butterflies back to me.

Sometimes I'm told that I make my own hell,
A lightless dungeon in which I often dwell.
I always see a glimmer, no matter how far away.
When the darkness scares me, I grab a friend and pray.

All The Love Has Leaked Out

Sometimes I see lives where all the love has leaked out.
I'm not sure where it began or what it's all about;
All I know is that at some point, what was there is gone,
Leaving everyone who loves both people feeling so forlorn.
What can we do to help those who are searching in the dark?
How can we help them reignite their relationship spark?
I think that we can only look back at their younger selves,
Hoping to find the sweetness that in every baby dwells.
Push the reset button to help them heal the pain;
Assist them and their loved ones to find their purity again.

Change and Choices

I really don't know what to say
About our continuing to be away,
Except that it became impossible
For my love and me to prolong our stay.

I tried so hard to to be content;
For this was where we had been sent.
But I couldn't keep the sense of peace
That, to me, was obviously lent.

I yearned for my people and my land
That most clearly had left their brands.
Upon my flesh and on my soul,
I felt that they had kept their hands.

History shared is such a strong bond;
It lasts our lifetimes and beyond.
These people here help me to see
That love is more than feeling fond.

It is becoming a part of me
As my true self comes to be,
The Holy Spirits that light my way
And give me a sense of being free.

Free to fly with my strongest wings,
And to listen as The Spirit sings,
The stabilizer in my soaring
Like the tail on a kite brings.

I wish that I could take all I know
To the world where I love to go.
But the path is not all magic carpet ride;
Sometimes I land with a crushing blow.

The time has come to make a choice:
Which one is the strongest voice,
The friends that give us space to rest,
Or those with whom our souls rejoice?

Proceeding to Pray

I've had very little time to write
Because everything has become a fight.
A fight to help my friend's depression,
Made worse by her husband's and sons' oppression;
A fight with attorneys who give opinions,
Before all the facts to them are given;
A fight to find a place to rent
Because on a yard our minds are bent.

A fight to make the museum understand
That we truly love lending a hand;
But we'd like a bit of consideration
For the tolls that our help is taking:
Time away from friends and family,
And travel doesn't come for free.
We have asked, and it would be grand
If from museum any payment was planned.

I'm not complaining; I'm trying to trust
That all we need will come to us
After all, it's very easy to see
That what we need usually comes to be.
But the waiting can be such a chore;
I'm used to pushing for faster and more.
I must calm down and proceed to pray
For guidance on what I'm to do each day.

Sad, Mad , and Glad

I have long known that the way to impart one's values is at the table; didn't Jesus feed people before speaking the sermon on the mount? I figured that I was a good cook, but I wasn't so sure that my values were worth sharing. This is what I had been taught be my teachers, mother, and other mothers, especially my grandmas. Consequently, I've spent my life providing the feasts, but not otherwise participating in the parties. I'm too old to keep up all the labor, and I'm now faced with the next generation, in the course of casual conversation, asking me what I believe. Dare I impart the impressions I have from my experience with life, love and The Light of The Spirit of Wholeness?

One of my best friends recently insisted the I believe in "God". Whether or not I believe in "God" is a question that hes been posed to me since my children were small. You'd think that I'd have a simple "yes" or "no" answer, but that has never been the case with any questions posed to me. My stock answer then was "Yes, but I don't believe everything people say about God." I've amended that to, "I believe in The Spirit of Wholeness (Holiness): my definition of The Holy Spirit."

I believe that man has, over the ages, described "God" as resembling too closely what man is, the good and the bad of humankind. I believe that The Spirit of Light and Love (Positive Energy) is both the male and the female Energy of Life which manifests Itself in many ways to many people. Naming The Almighty limits the scope of The Entity and discredits the many manifestations of The Infinite Light that have been experienced over the ages. Maybe the Native Americans had it right when they spoke of the Great Spirit. Perhaps the Jews are right in pronouncing this spirit as the breath of life (Yah-weh). Maybe the Muslims are correct in pointing toward the goodness in all of us as being manifestations of The Holy Spirit when they refer to the Almighty as "We".

What I believe is that all of creation that comes from The Almighty is part of the plan for Eternal Life. I believe that all of creation is spun from The Almighty Energy and that all of creation will eventually come back into oneness with The Source. I believe that time and space exist only in our minds, and that in The Eternal's scheme of things all energy will be purified and return to the Infinite Power of the Positive.

I feel blessed to have been exposed to the Judeo-Christian path to Eternity; I think it makes my journey on earth more bearable as, through this value system, I have a sense of the peace that comes with embracing The Positive in this life. It is easy for me to see a way toward The Eternally Peaceful Positive in looking at the the many manifestations of the Positive Power in this history that led to the life, and the life of, Jesus. I believe that this quest to come back to oneness with The Spirit of Wholeness continues today, and that each of us is tasked with using our bits of this Positive Energy to help in the process.

While it seems true that some are blessed with more gifts than others, it is my belief that the greater the gifts, the greater the responsibility to share them wisely. To connect with this wisdom, we must pull back and open ourselves to the inflowing of The Spirit. This Spirit will lead us on the path to Perfection in all we do. There is no end to the Positive Energy into which we can tap. This Energy is absent in all jealousy and hatred. We will be led by this Spirit to understand that which we fear instead of destroying the sources of our fears.

The Prayer of Francis of Assisi states this very well: "Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."

I didn't know until very recently that the Spirit of Holiness was available to me. Being with my loved ones who have known me through all the thrills and tribulations of my life has renewed me. It is true that I can cuss like a sailor, but those words aren't all of me. I don't curse people, simply situations that seem negative to me.If someone is torturing a dog, most of us would step in to save the animal, but we allow the most brutal treatment of human beings without even a word of protest.There are, after all, some things that shouldn't be silently endured, and we can't always walk away.

I was taught that I had it all wrong, so I simply went away sad. I may not always be glad, and sometimes the meanness of people makes me feel quite mad, but knowing that I can sit at the table of The Almighty and be fed whenever I'm hungry for The Light has made me feel quite glad.

Adorable Little Angels

The responsibilities of molding little minds and keeping little bodies alive was a great burden to me when I had my own children. Not so with the children of my children. I'm now sure that I was right about wishing I could have been a grandparent without having to first be a parent. Grandparents get the best of the deal. No matter what stage the grandchildren are in, they turn into the light of life when left alone with grandma -- At least when the day is structured around shopping for their new wardrobes with granny's wallet full of grandpa's hard-earned cash.

It seems impossible that these shining angels could ever say an unkind word, and they seem to hang on every utterance issuing forth from the wealth of Granny's wisdom. I saw nary an eye roll, nor any attempts to hide the fact that they were with me as we ran into their school friends. This is so different from how it was when I shopped with their parents. Have I changed, or have the little darlings been threatened with death if they upset the granny. Who cares? It works for me to have moments when the babies that I held with such pure joy, again share their most angelic selves with me.

It was quite the day of shopping with my twelve-year-old granddaughter. I was allowed to be her personal assistant as we tore through almost endless racks of deeply discounted attire. I did feel the need to preface announcement of my finds with the disclaimer that I was simply locating the shirts in her size with no judgment as to suitability of style. I felt that this may protect me from too many comments about my taste, or lack thereof. What fun it was to realize that she, like her sister and her cousins, wanted me to stay close by to give my opinion on what she would wear.

All this holiday shopping with grand progeny went so well that I'm looking forward to repeating the adventures with my son's children for their January and February birthdays. Can it be that grandparents are the way to attitude adjustments when things get too hot on the home front? I'd pit a good day with a grandparent against all the antidepressant drugs on the market. At least, grandparents aren't known for being destructively addictive. Well, maybe sometimes...if they bake a lot.