The Peace That Inner Silence Brings 1/1/08 Momentary touches our hearts surprise And then the veil is drawn before our eyes. We catch a thread and believe we have the Word Each gospel one step higher than the rest We harbour the emotions of the herd Feeling ourselves more than all others, blessed. In moments when we look across the years As over barren plains from which there rise Above an unknown landscape’s dim frontiers The few defining peaks that touch the skies, We realize that preoccupied with things We lose the peace that inner silence brings.

Beyond the Veil of Form Now in the twilight of these waning years I seem a youth and all the energy That once was mine returns to me again In moments by the beauty of the sea. An exhibition of my photographs Spanning the seasons of my windfall years Dear old friends and new traverse the halls, Some with joy and others lost in tears Seeing as I have seen the flowers lift Their fragrant heads touched with morning dew, The steadiness of trees, the reaching vines The lake in morning green, by evening blue, The sun that wo

The Culmination of Our Lives We watched as one whose gaze transfixed by snow Sees and yet is blinded by the light, God descending clothed in mystic glow A perfect vessel of distilled delight. The new child-souls who freely play at ease Heard the music that is the voice of God Among the spirit's fields and energies, The stamp divine firm upon the sod, The immortal's tread in our mortality, Saw earth receptive to the holocaust, And knew the promise of eternity Aware of forbidding chasms that must be crossed Of faithlessness and doubt and ignorance. Mind must be made a calm reflective pool The body not es

Upon This Blue Enchanted Globe Rhapsody upon the wing Loudly chanting in the trees, Ecstasy aloud to sing Voicing love-struck melodies, Child-gods playing by the sea Eyes of wisdom's radiance Laughter heard beyond the lee Teach me simple elegance. Forest-stalkers stealthy move Sighted in the depths of night, Soundless in the soundless grove Teach me how to travel light As I once moved before this birth, As once I saw who cannot see The pinpoint eagle over earth Or solve the timeless mystery. Saints and sages sing to me Who would discard the ego-robe Of all the wonder still to be Upon this blue enchante

In God^s Transforming Hour.htm In God's Transforming Hour Say that I have lived the briefest hour In the recorded history of time, Say my heart could not contain the sky Or all my love enable me to climb Beyond the self that waits unknown to me But do not say my spirit failed to flower When I saw truth and beauty walking by And bowed my head in God's transforming hour.

Strong and Gentle Keeper O strong and gentle keeper of my soul You bind me not with fortune's fickle chain But lead me as one helps the halting blind Nor chidest me for flaws that still remain. Patiently by grace with love you bind Your child to beauty dancing through the years And in recurring births that purify Add love to love replacing human tears That all my errant ways might sanctify. You are the sun who burns away mere sin, Proclaims the truth our mortal birth reveals, The symbol of the need to live within, The radiant light that now upon us steals, The One alone who lives unseen in all.

A Diviner Birth Down fell I from those immortal heights Into the dust of our mortal atmosphere, I took new breath in jasmine-scented nights And felt earth's wounded beauty ever near. I swam in pristine rivers and I heard The songs my ancient mothers sang to me And in another tongue received the Word From one I knew as the Divinity Incarnate here to change the suffering globe By man oppressed and human ignorance, And she who wore a paradisal robe Enfolding all to heal and with one glance Rekindled faith and hope in thos

It is Possible, I Suppose It is possible I suppose one could grow old Forgetting things, misplacing memories Among the dull and lengthening days alone. It is possible I suppose, to live within The offices of doubt whose concrete walls Shut out the light, re-circulate stale air And make mistrust a truth supplanting faith, Possible, I suppose to wed despair And make unholy marriage in the mind, Possible for souls to live in grief Forgetting

Towards a Greater Truth 4/28/08 Your mellow voice hypnotic and your speech Inspired and from your mouth uplifting words, A cognizance of higher planes of thought, There rings sincerity in all you say And empathy for those who gather round To hear the wisdom from a brother soul. But I have looked long into your eyes Dispenser of the higher light to men And in this poem that few shall ever read Question your wisdom and self-mastery. It well may be, considering the past And your betrayal of the bond we shared, That I am wrong and all you do is pure, Unsullied by desire and the taint Of seerdom like a borer in a tree Who enters unseen

To Her As burns a solitary lamp in night Dispelling through its light all worldly gloom So with the candle trimmed within my soul Where I have built a sacramental room. I felt the plenitude of Grace draw close Have seen beyond the ever-doubting mind, Beyond the body and its thousand blows, A truth to which my life is now aligned. I have touched the Absolute, its joy I feel And though I fall I rise again each day And strive to turn this flagging will to steel. I am an actor in the cosmic play And though my part be small I cannot say That I would change my role as servant here To Her whom all my births in time revere.