He speaks to me, I hear Him say, "Follow me, My child, I'll lead the way. Keep My commands in all you do, Love your fellow man, As I love you. Just speak to Me, That's all it takes, To ease the pain, When your heart aches. I'm no farther than a prayer away, Anytime, Night or day. And when it's your time, Just take My Hand, And We'll walk together into The Promised Land."
The two friends sat together, watching the stars emerge in their crystalline thousands. Finally, Bear got up. “Follow me,” and walked off the porch. The Girl followed him, but put her hand on his back to guide herself, watching the ground to keep from tripping. It was very dark. He walked for a few minutes, then sat, and waved his paw at the sky. “Look,” was all he said. She looked up, then turned in a circle and gasped....
My grandmother tried to kill me in my crib when I was two months old. She’s dead now. Did I kill her? I don’t know. It’s not a simple question, and there are no simple answers. All I remember is being covered in blood, her blood, as I lay in my crib. # I never met my father. He was a passing fancy, my mother told me. Someone to keep her loneliness at bay. I never met him, but I’ve seen him, swimming in my underwater dream...
Though you cannot hold me, I'm with you anyway; God had special plans for me, I got my wings today. I did not want to leave you, but no longer could I stay; My time on Earth was over and I had to go away. I'll be watching over you, do not be dismayed; I'm safely up in Heaven, I got my wings today. I love you very dearly, in so very many ways; We'll be reunited when you get your wings someday.
From Jerusalem to Bethlehem (Raanana, February 13, 2018) Panthers lick the wild berries by the sea at dusk Soon the moon will rise and dreaming eyes will close, My hands' blind predilection for touching shapes Prefer their coolness to their colors. It's a time when God turns away from us And spirits deafen themselves to our supplications, When all the views of Jerusalem come together as one, Where stone lions stop to sni...
"Sabbath Morning" (Raanana, January 6, 2018) Sabbath morning Rainwashed and sundazzled A day as fresh as any you'll ever find. Walking Daisy in the promised land, America still sleeps snugly under night. Here you're just as likely to meet God as anyone else Along the tree-arched paths (Just be careful not to look Him in the eyes). The cats in the courtyard form a minyan For their murmured prayers in the silent warmth And...
Everyone has a story to tell, about who they are, where they came from, what their names mean. Not to boast (okay, I’m boasting a tad) I happen to believe there’s something extra magical about mine. While I don’t believe in organized religion, you might even say it was God’s doing; I happen to believe it’s fate. In order to know my story, you first have to look before me, even before my parents, but to theirs. Their Fathe...
Kind and caring, sweet and fair;With gorgeous blue eyes and long flowing hair;A heart of gold, through and through;Loving to all, pure and true;My gift from God sent on angels' wings;Never questioned the unfairness of so many things;Always so hopeful, come what may;She held onto that hope 'til her dying day;Now she's in Heaven with God above;My daughter, My Angel Face,My heart's true love.
A lovely letter was addressed to meThe words were very niceThis letter filled me with gleeIt was rather conciseThe words made me cryIt was a note about my lifeMy eyes were not dryThe letter said I was a good wifeMy life was a series of testsThe journey would be hardLife was not like the restOften I would be on guardI'd be a mother of special one'sLearners that learn differentlyA daughter and a beautiful sonThere might be...
Tonight, I can not sleepBecause the eye of the Universe is watching meThe strands of the fabric of everything weave through my thoughtsAnd pull themselves through my breathThe voice of All rolls over my tongue In the unfathomable blathering of wavesOr maybe it’s just insanity, some specter of my own makingContrived subconsciously so that I will feel chosen or safeBut chosen by whom? A god long forsaken? Why?Yet this Prese...
The way is clear, the path is bright; Illuminated by God's heavenly light;It's on this path I daily walk;When God and I share a talk; I seek His guidance in every way; Before I rest or work or play;God gently cautions me each day; "My precious child don't go astray."
While walking on the path of life when troubles came along;I noticed the footprints in the sandbelonged to only one;I questioned God, who answered,"My child, you never were alone, for in his arms, he carried you,those prints are of my Son."
The sin of humanity is sharedNot EveNot AdamBoth sinned.I do not need an apology from either than to prevent the recurrence of that sinGod made man with the sole intention to rule and governGod made Eve not to deceive but to collaborate and make life work betterMan had its command They fell short with the weakness of a woman who brought forth from the hip of which man was the emblem replica of God who carved them into his...
Drink Of The Fruit Outside the city where the pomegranates grow, In the fields of the everlasting mind. Shines the rays of enlightened warmth I seek, And the hopes of a new mankind. To taste the fruit of Gods and men, Is to embrace the immortal soul. Within the thoughts of modern men, Like the theory of the Monopole. From science to God and back again, From whence we drink of the fruit. The truth is I am but one man And I...
The lighthouseThrough the qualm of my sailor’s journey, not one to be found, but rather subjected to the blue presence of an endless horizon. My deck meanders and forks as the high tide sweeps the journeyman into ambiguity. One can find solace in the heart of death, for the sea is mesmerizing and tremendous.A journey beyond scope, beyond end. A sailor must navigate, without a sense of home but rather a sense of hope. The...
