Punctuated

Today your name is punctuated
With a question mark,
The inflection in my voice
Indicative of my upturned need
As I witness every motion
Born of desire's endeavor
Slight or significant, they all matter
And I become less as you become greater ~
Your gentle breath rippling the water still,
Easily disturbing the image of reflection
Quietly whispering assurance
That you remain,
Forever a point of exclamation.

The Great Romance

If I were scared to watch a sunrise,

Angered by a songbird’s call,

Put out by a flower’s blooming,

At the stars that shine appalled,

Disgusted with a healthy garden,

Bearing fruit I would not eat,

Or maddened by a smiling baby,

Soured at some dessert sweet,

I’d scowl at children laughing near me,

Frown at snowfall calm and white,

Spit at pups that beg attention,

Curse the moon that welcomes night.

Were I to disdain the beauty

Of a simple butterfly,

Or to mock the quiet humming

Of a mother’s lullaby,

Then would I not deny the wonder

Of a firefly midst the trees?

And fail to notice in the tropics

When relief comes on the breeze?

I’d turn my head from all that proves

Existence of a God who loves,

And thus deny myself the chance

To live within the Great Romance.

Spirit Song

“My Spirit has something to say.”

“I didn’t know that spirits could talk.”

“They sing, actually.”

 “Oh - what is your spirit singing about?”

 “The fact that nothing is as it seems. All is illusion.”

 “If that were true, what would be the purpose of the illusion?”

“To care for people – because they can not handle the full truth.”

“Which is…?”

“Limitless possibility.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Each moment in time at each point in space exists pure creative energy – literally anything can happen at any time in any place, and it is God that determines all outcomes.”

“You believe this? You believe that God orchestrates everything all the time?”

“No, I believe that God IS everything all the time.”

“And do our choices mean nothing, then?”

“Our choices mean everything – they are the conduit through which God’s creative energy flows or is blocked – our very will.”

 

“You mean that intention, or ‘will’ as you call it, creates?”

“Absolutely. Our will either facilitates or hinders God’s will from becoming the creative force of our existence.”

“That sounds like quite a song.”

“Lifelong.”