Time March 12, 2012 Time will allot us time to seek and grow And given time enough we may exceed Our sorrows and our longing for the past. And though old memories still dwell in us Like phantom presences that dog our steps Impeding the future that we walk towards, Like a karmic knot, frayed but still unshorn Binding us to deeds we would forget, Still are we the children of the Light, From Light we came, towards greater Light we grow.

The Fires of Dawn She is gone, her body ashes in the sea But not for me this brief candle of life Blown out before it joyously could yield Its full and perfumed offering of soul. I know beyond my knowing she is here And all my sorrow difficult to bear For one who is not dead but silently Stands a guardian presence at my side. She is aware of all my weaknesses And loans her strength that I might overcome The loneliness and emptiness I feel When in my dreams I see her features steal Across the fleeting visions of the night. I lie awake and think what might have been, The loveliness of moments without speech And love unchangin

For One Has Come The geese honk loudly and the bullfrogs croak, The nuthatch upside down breaks through a seed Securing it in a crevice of the oak, These songs of earth my substance and my mead. Drowsy summer indolent and free Pauses in its rush from bloom to breed Knowing this season of earthly gaiety Will pass and soon the Reaper will succeed Arriving with the touch of his wintry hand. "If only things forever could stay the same", She said as we walked upon the shifting sand By the surging sea no human force can tame. I know Spring shall return on rain-drop feet, And the soaring splendour of red-tailed hawks defy The Death i

Refreshed by Love This world is full of pain laced with grief But joy is stronger than sorrow, surviving loss Surviving even the harm of self deceit, Death can delay but never our joy defeat. We must learn to wait and look into ourselves Observing with the patience of the stars The flaws of our own making that we brought Into this life and the inner wars we fought. The wind sings even through our tears The rivers reach their arms toward the sea Life, with all its trials is one embrace, Enriching all, redeeming all by grace. O children of my soul draw near this hour Come meet my Mother and my Father know We have been slain as on

Beatitudes of Light I saw beauty burning brightly in her eyes Immaculate passion tinge her rose-like cheeks, She spoke in measures of the ancient wise And carried me to formidable peaks. Wisdom filled me with each passing glance Her touch, a lightness in me did wake, Her voice could take me deep into a trance And let me love for the Beloved's sake. All the joy this human heart could hold And all that comes within the soul's embrace, Rubies and diamonds and vaults of silver and gold I saw in the perfection of her face. And then one morn she softly slipped away Carried gently in the arms of Death Departing with the early light of day. I wa

Nothing Apart Nothing is apart from me, The snake that glides across my feet The hawk that watches from a tree And from my hand takes proffered meat. I feel the presence of the trees The great protectors of the soil Even the rude Canadian geese Who all the pristine waters roil. The bee whose sting is poison-laced The insect hordes with painful bite, If to the source of all are traced Are moments for supreme delight. Above the silence and the sound In me both heaven and earth are found.

Golden is My Destiny I was born in the summer of thirty-eight And now comes calling sixty-eight, The bones less strong but joy is there In a heart that still would contemplate. I watch the world in its frenzied round The schisms that pin us to the ground The hatreds that serve as our daily fare The creeds and the dogmas to which we are bound. I review the decades as they drift by Observe the years as they seem to fly, Full grief and loss I have had to bear But golden is my destiny.

Les Conchis Joy burst forth like orange flowers Set among the fields of gold, All man's sere and lonely hours Banished with the morning cold. The sky was charged with heaven's light Burning through a cloth of blue, Still and fragrant was the night And all my love surged out to you. Now as I travel lone again To walk in loveliness of hills Where forests soar towards God's domain And from the snow-topped heights there spills The silence of eternity, I am with you at Les Conchis.

Weep, O Man The lightning cracks, the raindrops splatter, The wind comes moaning at my door, I witness the great upheaval in matter And sense destruction at its core. Earth revolts against our greed, Volcanoes belch and lava flows, Tsunamis crash and then recede, Before our eyes the fire grows. Our triumphs are but children's toys, We have soiled ourselves with wanton need, Desire and lust for temporal joys Committed every unspeakable deed. Weep O man for human wrongs Inflicted on the innocent Awake to that which in us longs To change before the hour is spent.

The Bliss That Once Was Ours Here I live my days in cloistered peace And yet the world flows freely through these veins And all its tribulations seem to sum The question that inhabits every heart That seeks for freedom in the chains of fate. Escape is but a door to another cell Who would leave the earth and all its woes behind. A saving hand above our suffering state, A force divine upon our tortured race Awaits the turning of the soul to light, Conversion of the aim of life to That Which silent sits within unsounded deeps Preparing through the centuries a path Sun-strewn on which we may proceed with joy To find the bliss that onc