To See Beyond the Bourne of Years The melodies of angels once I heard, Through God in human form the timeless Word, And then I found a heaven here on earth, Was present at the sacred city's birth. The poetry of life was sung to me From highest limb on every flowered tree, I joined the souls who knelt before Her feet And knew my spirit's ageless quest complete. We all came there to breathe Her atmosphere, Those who would rip illusion's veil drew near, The greedy with unholy appetite, The weak who would find succour in Her Might. We came to work the central problem out, Those who believed and those who harboured dou

Winter Haiku - Scroll 1 King Winter comes, The maple tree Blushes red at his approach. I break the ice In the water tray The chickadee still scolding me. The purple coat Of the dogwood tree Buttoned with the buds of spring. Somewhere frozen Beneath the lake Water lilies dream of Spring.

Haiku for Mary Helen Vision of grace Beloved wife Smile upon our struggling race.

The Great Discovery What profit if we someday reach the stars, Or having learned to navigate the moon Set sail to see if there was life on Mars? We rape, we kill and ever we repugn The spirit's call, its plea to seek within. Explorers of the ultimate frontier, Abjure this life of ignorance and sin, By inner growth draw the heavens near. The world is breaking up, a new design Of harmony oppresses with its light The 'isms' of the past – we must resign From death and evil working, reunite The waylost soul with godhead's destiny And we shall find the great discovery.

The Great of God 1/15/02 I met the Great of God unknown to man Who purified of all ignoble traits Work to manifest the overman Who dwells in calm seclusion by our gates. Spirits who were the force behind all art, The flowering of pure creative souls, The majesty of minds that lived apart From common thoughts and lure of common goals. I watched them move in their unhurried ways Devotees and realised beings who came To meet the mighty Mother and to raise This earthly kind to the Immortal's flame. They li

Childhood Prayer O teach me of birds, the brilliant arrows of flight, For I would soar like them to greet the sun Then fold my ether-wings of burnished light To plunge to earth among her trees, then run And hide my golden form when daylight sleeps. O teach me of the waters of the sea, For I would sound their still mysterious deeps, Their treasure-fields of jewelled artistry, Then leap above those prism'd depths where rise On earth the scented lilies of the spring, Their voices singing to eternal skies In rapture and in and fragrant offering. O speak to me of matter's energies How God creates and why He must destroy, Of beauty's

The Honeyed Lanes Of Paradise I look upon the grasses of the fields, The modest violets blooming through the blades' Exuberance that to my footsteps yields, The play of light, the laugh of greening shades, And song surrounds my wandering this day. He lifts the rosy curtains of the dawn And sunlight burns the shades of night away, His joy is felt upon the scented morn. Tenacious is our hope to live and know, As roots upon the precipice in stone Will grasp minutest crevices to grow, Yet man among his kind is most alone For he has lost his spirit's native home. O Mother the world is in such disarray, Will the dire cat

Days of Grace Remembered - For Mary Helen There was a peace, a deeply seated peace, In all the days I watched her slowly die And even through the pain it did not cease, The bond of His all-knowing surety. But calm eludes me now, has slowly fled And left me in the hands of lonely grief. Humbled by the tributes I have read To her who strove with me in one belief That love is answer to the spirit's call, And time shall heal the human heart of tears, A life divine arise from body's fall. My gratitude for all God's joyous years Bequeathed and all the brilliant days of Grace Remembered as my fair beloved's face.

Room Without Walls We through the green wood walked alone, What thoughts we shared as death upon us stole As the god of ray and beam so brightly shone, Are sealed within the casket of the soul. The morning of romance would slowly move Into the glory of an endless noon Living in the moments of our love, Unaware that he would come so soon. They tell me that they see you in their dreams But pain and loss obscure my sight from thee, Perhaps when sorrow dies the healing streams Of selfless love shall flow again to me. Time has no relativity for those Whose lives have largely lived the ways of love, Known sacrifice of self to draw s

Sun of Our Illumining- To Mother When Wonder walked the world on stainless feet Prayer from our lips fell easily as praise For in Her presence all of life was sweet And blossomed in the beauty of Her gaze. A hope arose as from the desert sands Flowers spring at the first touch of rain, That miracle would issue from Her hands And earth despoiled renaissance find again. The skies have lost some blue, the trees some green, And in this woe-filled world that once was bright The inner compass vacillates between Poles of eternal day and endless night. Earth mourns for Thee, the dew-filled grasses' tears Anoint my feet i