Faithless…

“Try, as best you can, not to let
The wire brush of doubt
Scrape from your heart
All sense of yourself
And your hesitant light.”
― John O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

They hung their heads
in surrender
in a world full of doubt,
never believing
that there
could be
an end to the drought!
Faithlessly
they bowed down,
before a silent earth,
anticipating
miracles,
hoping for rebirth…
tears poured on soft grounds
they sang
salvation’s song,
and in the midst
of suffering,
they remembered that they
were strong!

Some days it feels as though there is no light at the end of the tunnel
and I bow in surrender, more than in worship.
I’m feeling faithless in a world that seems to be loosing hope!

After the rain…

Bejeweled with droplets
after the rain,
earth’s celebration
is never mundane…
drenching the shrubbery
in glassy gems,
I’m seeing the world
through a grateful lens!

Bright reflections…

“To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.”
― William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

Begin to see with different eyes
the beauty that is immortalized,
as the breath of Jah
is poured out
in radiant sunbeams
from divine founts…

We are symphonies
cosmic expressions,
holy chords that need connection..

Into kindness
let’s re-awaken
knowing we are
not forsaken!

Calling out from a world that’s dim,
singing love songs
as daily hymns,
co-creators
emissaries of light
brave travelers confronting the night…

Never forgetting who we are,
bright reflections from distant stars..

Go down to the waters…

“Have you also learned that secret from the river;
that there is no such thing as time?” 
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

You should really
go down to the waters,
and watch sunlight play,
walk off your heaviness
as you dream
of brighter days!
immerse yourself
in muddy pools
and look-up
at elegant trees,
chant awhile with bullfrogs
and let your emptiness ease…
let you reflection
speak to you
in tinkling sounds,
as you search the undergrowth
for the bliss
that can be found!

time will slip-away,
and nature will gladly compose
sensations of the river
and movements of gushing prose…

What dreams may come…

“Perhaps the way of things always existed in a greater way,
so it’s not about discovering something new about God
it’s about returning to what was already known.”⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
-Kryon⠀

One day I’ll tell you my dreams
of when the Time Lords gathered,
when love was in our eyes
and faith really mattered…

When I could see clearly
into the depths
of water-coloured seas,
and life was not fearful
and humans where
completely free!

Sometimes I go back to the habitation
of my dreams,
to endless sunsets,
where joy intervenes…

Maybe I’ll return some day
and you’ll be reimagined,
and grace will be abundant,
no more will I be saddened.

and all my tears
will become
as crystalline dew,
love will be immeasurable,
my faith in life renewed.

To walk forever
with only beautiful thoughts,
and be sheltered in eternity,
with only love as my source…

But for now I’ll listen
to the quiet voice within,
surrender to this presence
closer than my skin…