Divine Embodiment What if we fail a thousand times? Failure is the building block Of every future victory. When we stumble, when we fall God gives us opportunity To face inherent weaknesses And rise above all littleness Then in this earthly form prepare A channel for the great descent And a divine embodiment.

Find the Place 3/28,2007 There is an emptiness that comes To one who has lived long in love Spirit-joined whose life revealed A gentler side, now stricken down, An emptiness of days and years And sleepless nights and nights of tears, A blankness filling all the world. And yet this must not be, we breathe And life continues as we seek The answer we already know That none who once have loved and lived Can die and only dust remain. There is a place where all unite Who came alone from star-strung space To grow upon the greening earth And marry beauty to the soul Find the place - and grieve no more.

Unassailable Belief Count me not yet among the dying and dead For I have lost all fear of life and dread Not the vacant Void or featureless calm, Have felt a mighty Presence whose deep balm Compassionate and wise envelopes me Protecting all that is and is to be, Though I in grief have lately lost my aim And life goes on, each dawn much the same Yet shall I grow transcending every grief And hold to my unassailable belief That Death who lingers in the depths of me Is only God guiding eternally This soul and every soul for His delight; Our future is not anything but bright.

A New Life Begin I have lost my fascination with the stars They yield no light upon the taxing way And what romance is left within the moon When trampled by man's heavy feet of clay? But breaks another wild and sun-touched morn With sparkling dew and creatures winged and free And with the veils of all illusions torn I am filled with hope and newfound energy. The flowers in their wise simplicity Follow their progenitor, the sun And we who seek a greater wisdom's truth Must find within our dwelling place, the One We carry in ourselves, the fount of hope The light that burns so brilliantly within Guiding us upon the rocky slope

The One For Whom Her Soul To have walked upon the avenues of light In vast cathedrals paced among the trees At one with all the growing things of earth, Known boundless energies of daring youth And thrilled to the awakening strains of love, There have I lived, there moved in peace awhile The heart grown wider by the Master's touch. Though grief has come with loss of one so fair Who through the calm and chaos of the years Ever in compassion stayed our cou

Love^s Briefest Hour.htm Love's Briefest Hour 12/09/07 How many times can the heart break Before it ceases functioning, How many blows can the soul take Before life ceases functioning. How many times did you betray The love so brightly born in us, Your faith could not survive the day For doubt in you was bottomless. I saw your angel soul and knew One day you would not hesitate To find a music only few Have heard in meditative state. You are so young and there is time, Time for the song in you to flower Perhaps one day a peak to climb Where once you lived love's briefest hour.

A Light That Leads Cradled in the arms of night I slept With one eye open to catch the thread of dream That haunted me, with sudden motion leapt From the shadows of my undiscovered self To pounce upon my chest, its stranglehold A firm and ever-tightening noose of death. I fought and grasped those iron wrists, those hands So cold that threatened to annihilate The spark of soul and steal its cache of light. And as its grip intensified I knew, Within the

Wistful in These Latter Years There are gardens that remain unseen, One life is not enough to span the tide Of bed and leaf and bloom and all the green Wonder of this sacred mountainside. There are flowers that I have not spoken to That bloom unknown to the unperceptive eye And fragrances distilled by morning dew As the seasons of my soul go fleeting by, Music of the earth I have not heard The songs of distant seas that charm the ear That seeks from God a touch or living word And prays the silent mind His voice to hear.

The Message and the Meaning I was a dreamer who dreamt a thousand dreams Of sunlight and the whispering of leaves And flowers in tall grasses by the streams Of childhood's faint and aching memories And those who came to me in the sleep of night, The spirit's teachers who magically appeared In strange and flowing raiment all in white. And when they came nothing in me feared The occult or the reason I was brought To those mystic sessions in the ancient East. Initiate though I was, I was taught Lessons that to this day have never ceased Though unintelligible to outward mind And rarely opening to mind's recall Lodged wit

Elegy Now the tired world winds slowly on And tortured turns to numbing apathy, Circling like a blind automaton Drowns in violence and tragedy Amid the silent vagaries of space. All this sorrow visited by man Upon his kin, an animal disgrace Or worse for the capacity to span The endless depths of his depravitude Aided by demons he has sought. A life of calm seems but an interlude In the many needless wars that man has fought. All these sorrowful centuries of pain Deaf to the light the sages have foretold, The hills and fields of earth a blood-red stain As the embers in the sacred hearth grow cold.