State of Grace June 25, 2013   It is not the winter of this body’s life. No force can quell the magic of these days To live, to love and offer up my praise. And though the years have seen their share of strife And loss and pain they are now far behind. No longer are there dark and wintry fears Or counting up of sorrow's wasted tears, The inability to still the mind, For now the goal is clear, the way is shown. Bathing in the fragrance of the flowers Intimidated not by fleeting hours Through His largesse this fledgling soul has grown. I take the present as a state of grace In Her my fate and future lives I place.

The Children Cry Oct 12, 2013   Autumn is gold and burning red, The children cry for want of bread This world it seems has gone askew And wealth the province of the few. Winter with his frozen hands Snuffs the life-force from the lands, The children cry, their mothers weep And man lies troubled in his sleep. Spring arrives in festive mood The children cry for lack of food, Greed and power-lust deny The evolving spirit’s lonely cry. Summer now, the heat intense, War unabated numbs the sense The children cry as cry they must Till evil is trampled into dust.

Solitude August 5, 2013   The fragile cherry blossoms fell like snow Recalling a distant landscape in my dreams. I live in gratitude for one more spring To catch their drifting petals on the breeze. Can there be sorrow in these days of joy Or darkness in a heart filled with delight? And though the compass of my soul is stilled When the winds of fate blow fierce and wild, Disappearing night drifts slowly down As light breaks on the warmly gentle land And all my hopes arise each day in Thee.

Mother of Mine Come not to me when I feel pure But in my darkened spirit’s state, All life’s discords I endure And through the ages I shall wait To feel your hand upon my brow As I kneel before you incomplete Until the moment when I know That you are all and touch your feet. Come not to me when I am old My body weakened and in pain, The hearth untended, the fire cold, But come to me as I was then Young and joyous in your room, Stunned to silence by your smile Dispelling fear, dispatching gloom, Where I lived eternity awhile. Come now to me, my soul cries out Rework this fading sketch of man. Mother of mine, forget me not And

Songs of Praise Oct. 30, 2010 I watch the swallows skim the silent lake The welcome call of all the earth drifts by My soul sees all and I from silence take The song of OM, my chant of destiny. Silver notes upon the wafting breeze And golden tones plucked on golden strings The music in the roots of towering trees These strains of hope that every sunrise brings. Far now from me the frigid winter nights And crystal patternings of ice on glass The snow descending on the dim street lights, My crackling steps upon the frozen grass. No more to hear the snow-clad branches break Or sledding down with dangerous glee the hill For in the heat o

In Her I found the Key And when she walked I saw in all her steps The countenance and beauty of a queen, For here was one unvisited by grief An Olympian calm in her was felt and seen Gathered in a body built for bliss; Not of our human joys that fleeting move Like spectres floating through a fog of night, Hoarding like misers the penury of love. Her smile could kindle a flame in human hearts, Her voice a song of Paradisal spheres Heard in the listening spaces of the soul. In her I found the key to those lost years Of wandering in lands that held me bound To earthly life and the lure of siren calls That in the darkest passages resound

A Unity Divine 10 June 2010   Our insincerity is showing through Like a threadbare garment soon to be disposed, Covering a body old and worn. One looked upon the world and saw the hand Of evil strike the innocent and meek Hoping that earthly life might disappear Or as subjects live, the nether forces pawn. He knew that earthly life might disappear As former worlds more advanced than ours. Then by the force and vision of the Seer A mighty race was born to uplift man In bodies built of bliss, these souls of light Come down to lead him in his darkest hour. Impervious to death, divine and pure, Man in form, yet more than man, above All fear th

This Sacred Home December 20, 2010   Radiant was the morning of my birth Radiant the stars who guided me Radiant my days upon this earth Radiant our human destiny. Many are the faults that trouble us, Many the disharmonies of life Many the years we count of labour and stress Many the years of turmoil and inner strife. How shall the child transcend the animal man, How shall man find a higher law of being, How shall the world admit a diviner plan How shall our souls by an inner seeing Reveal the truth that dormant in us lies, Reveal the beauty that is still to come Reveal on earth the dream of Paradise Reveal the light within this sa