Category: spiritual
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Praying for the end times
Today, I mourn those souls, those true believers who prayed and sought the return of the Spirit of God But were either too early or didn’t read the fine print that the return was likened unto a thief in the night and they spent all their waking hours sitting on their back stoop waiting for…
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meditation on the lawh-i-Aqdas
What is in the spelling of a name that makes it holy? While you slept in halls of cloistered stone, stars fell from the sky. Because darkness has no hold on tomorrow, the sun returned and the breeze called awake. All the clappers were stolen, melted down and sold, the warning hour struck, the belfry…
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haiku of the crow
crow on garden wall staring out at Haifa Bay spread your wings and soar 6-7-23 _____ Crows in the Middle East have grey feathers, appear to be bigger than western crows and have become my spirit animal
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Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh
above and below to your right and to your left life resonates you do not live in a vacuum stroll through air inhale the fragrance step mindful of what you crush to move forgive yourself for not remembering the sacrifice 6-16-23
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Sand in my shoes
I wish I were a mystical man but my toes curl into the sand. I daydream intricate math equations, design homes and landscapes unable to afford the cost. I intuit award winning poems and novels I have no patience or skills to write. Yet, still I wish I were a mystical man but my toes…
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Greening clover
Today is the anniversary of my birth; a day when I was innocent and my parents were not yet disappointed. I put on old shoes and a rain suit, grab the umbrella from its place on the porch and walk in the park. Beside the pond I recite the name of God and ask for…
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misty morning prayer in 5/7/5 time
mist upon my face holy name upon my tongue bullfrog’s low reply 4-24-23
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Sunrise
before geese patrol their paradise swim wakes in drifting pollen patches clouds and sky struggle to find reflection in the dross of water’s mirror I have things to do before this day is through and cannot wait for pollen to sink to the bottom of the pond or clouds and sky to find their rest…
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Two lifetimes ago
two lifetimes ago, returning from a lonely hike In mushroom mountains sat under a bush, light rain falling in the yard of a church I did not attend Johnny Cash sang about Sunday morning coming down on the radio of an idling car I left my body unburied, never returned and found a new one…
My husband's poetry 