Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Proof of Heaven

When a scientist dies, and visits Heaven,
he wipes the slate of all he knew.
From facts and proofs he now must stretch
his brain to hold a bigger view.

When he returns his soul has changed,
all his theories rearranged, incorporating the divine.
He knows now how the whole world shines.

He returns with a brand new path to trod,
after he dies and visits God.

I have written before  about Dr Eben Alexander's book Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife, before. He was a scientifically trained doctor who formerly believed in nothing that could not be scientifically proved. He believed near death experiences were impossible. 

During the seven days his body lay in coma, the doctor was accompanied by an angelic being, who guided him into the deepest realms of supra-physical existence. He met and spoke with the Divine Source of the universe itself, and returned to his body forever changed.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

A Little Cup of Grace

In the teapot of life,
I am old grounds,
most of my flavor spent,
almost ready to be 
scuttled into the compost
to nurture new growth.

But while I am still here,
Great Teapot,
tip your spout one more time.
Fill just one more vessel for me
with a little cup of grace.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Earthlings II

Upon your lap, my Mother Earth, 
I listen to the river's song,
of renewal and rebirth,
that calls me home where I belong.

Like a tree, my roots go down,
deeply where there is no sound,
only earthworms burrowing,
through hallowed ground.
Like a tree, when harsh winds blow,
 that assault me, then grow still,
the  fickle weather helps me grow,
changing me, as weather will.

Like a tree, my center lies
  where human folly is forsaken.
Your heartbeat says:
Endure. Just wait,
These earthlings one day
will awaken.

Thursday, April 17, 2014


I'm collecting wolves and memories,
as I walk this earth-walk......
forest trails and long sandy beaches,
the sound of the waves
forever advancing and retreating
on the shores of my heart.

Inland, I once collected seagulls,
and longed to fly
over the mountains
to the shore.

Once there, I gave away the ceramic birds.
Walking in awe, in outtakes 
from Jonathan Livingston Seagull,
along the shore,
 I needed them no more.

I began this beach odyssey in 1972,
when I watched Jonathan fly
and understood
I belonged heart and soul
to the sea.

My life has been a series
of beginnings,
starting over with nothing,
collecting a nest around me,
then flitting to the next place,
the next refuge,
the next home.

I perch on the edge, now, waiting
for the call that will spring me
across the mountaintops
and back home to the sea.
I will take only the barest necessities
with me:
wolves and elephants and books,
and enough gratitude and joy
to keep me

for Ella's prompt at Real Toads: Collections I live in one big sunny room, its walls covered with wolves and elephants, its shelves awash with books, Tibetan singing bowls, windows decked in prisms and prayer flags. Everywhere my eyes fall, I see something I love, something that says "one who loves nature lives here". 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Days That are Holy

for Susan's prompt at Mid-Week Motif : 
holy days, and what makes them holy.

Easter Sunday, 1960

My little sister has long blonde ringlets,
a pale yellow dress with crinolines,
and a pinafore.
New shoes, hers patent leather,
mine my first Princess heels.
I have a tan fuzzy sailor hat with a wide round brim,
under which my blue eyes ask:
am I good enough?
I wear immaculate white gloves, to the wrist,
my first lipstick,
and a permanent, which transforms my hair
from straight and lanky
to something bouncier,
with curls.
I feel reborn, and hopeful;
it is a time of transformation.

We gather out front to see and be seen,
then we file through the heavy doors 
into the vestry,
dip fingertips
into the holy water font,
genuflect respectfully
towards the tabernacle,
and climb the creaking stairs to the choir loft.

The sun is shining through the stained glass
and it feels like
Resurrection morning.
All my life, it has been cloudy on Good Friday
and sunny on Easter morning.

The priest and altar boys file out,
incense in the censer 
swinging on chains,
and all is hushed reverence,
rustling, pages turning,
muffled coughs.
The Apostles Creed rings out,
and all are on bended knee
as the Agnus Dei sounds.

And then, from the choir loft,
our hearts swelling,
voices blending and soaring,
bass, alto, soprano,
the Hallelujah Chorus rings out,
above the bowed heads of the faithful,
hearts rise,
angels bend near to hear
the joy of Easter
in all hearts.

That Easter, we were housed in the small old Church like the one in the picture above. A bigger, newer church was built soon after. But I preferred the old one, which felt holy with all of the years of prayers, of praise and supplication,  that had been uttered there.

Blessings to all who celebrate, whatever your beliefs, the great wonder of this time of renewal.

Saturday, April 12, 2014


(check out the second little guy under the feeder)

Hummingbirds at the feeder,
horses in the field,
spring blossoms
scenting the air 
as twilight falls......
stepping out my door,
I am bathed
in blessings.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Diversions on the Path

Diversions, distractions, on the path?
Traveler, diversions are the path. 
We take the offshoot, circle back, resume the trek again.
The journey loops and backtracks to make necessary gain.

Traveler diversions are the path.
There is no way made straight from here to there.
The journey loops and backtracks to make necessary gain.
You have to circle to get anywhere.

There is no way made straight from here to there.
Seek here, seek there, for it is all The Way.
You have to circle to get anywhere.
And when you weary, Traveler, stop and pray.

Seek here, seek there, for it is all The Way.
We take the offshoot, circle back, resume the trek again.
And if you weary, Traveler, stop and pray,
when you encounter those diversions on the path.

Susan at Poets United's Mid-Week Motif, asks us to ponder distractions, or stops along the way. my path has been would think there must be some material back there somewhere......I decided to try a pantoum, just to make it more interesting.