In the Depths of God’s Eye

I am thrilled to have my poem, In the Depths of God’s Eye, published in Lavender Review today!

No Aspirations of Normalcy

I have no aspirations of normalcy. That ship never sailed into my life, and so had never to sail out. (: I shall instead revel in who I am–rare, loved and designed by God, and apparently necessary, because She designed me for Her purposes and does not dabble in the superfluous. Convinced of this, I will embrace Her handiwork and seek to make My difference make A difference.

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Secret Country

I spooked you and you galloped off in the wind,
your mane flying behind you like a flag of unknown loyalty,
a secret country to which you return,
and I only ever a potential immigrant there,
forever an outsider.

Heavens Worth Their Hells – Mantra Part IV

Yesterday I was growing light in my secret garden. Today I am just thinking about all the people I have loved so dearly and deeply—some people feel sorry for me because I have never married (though it delights me when my mother points out I have also never been divorced). I have had and continue to have a beautiful life. All the people I have loved in whatever kind of relationship have been a heaven unto themselves, and there have been so many. And even when the heaven is followed by a hell of heartbreak, they were no less heaven. And both the heavens and hells have carved out beautiful sculptures and painted gorgeous scenes on the interior walls of my soul. . . they continue to feed me with their beauty and to color all my present and future relationships, too. My heart is full. My life is full of love. My mourning has been turned to dancing. Those who love me are many, and they will celebrate with me.

Growing Light – Mantra Part III

In the secret garden of my heart I am growing. . . light. I intend to distribute it wherever I may, so that others may cultivate their own gardens of luminosity, and the light in us will scatter the darkness wherever we go. . . joyfully we shall rage against the night. . . and we shall prevail!! I am a warrior of light! I was born to rise and to shine light into the darkness. And I will feed the mouths I was born to feed.

Light glows under sod. . .
My flowers gleam like the stars
Luminous garden.               [This poem was published in Three Line Poetry, Issue #50]



Paradise Inside – Mantra Part II

According to Garrison Keillor bad things never happen to writers. Everything is material. Man I have some good stuff stored up. Ever re-learning, joy does not come from the state of your circumstances, but the state of your mind.

I am still learning this and it is exciting: Paradise is inside me, not outside me. I can walk in paradise now if I establish that paradise inside me, in my mind and in the spiritual realm, not in my circumstances. But if I don’t cultivate a paradise inside me, it doesn’t matter how rich or how beautiful my circumstances are around me—I can still manage to be miserable, in my paradise on earth by thinking my happiness is something that ‘happens’ to me—something caused by the world outside me. I am the only person in the universe who can decide what I focus on! Even God doesn’t force me to focus on something I don’t want to!! I AM THE CAUSE. My LIFE IS THE EFFECT.

When I choose to focus on the light and not on the darkness, I’ve made my life a kind of paradise from the inside out. There is ALWAYS something beautiful around me, even in the darkest and most agonizing situations. Even when I was watching my sweet Diane die, there was always something beautiful inside of us and even around us. And we focused on it. My eyes are the vehicle of light for my whole internal world. . . as Christ said, if my eyes are full of light, my whole body will be full of light! Before I can walk in the light, I have to Find it and Focus on it. She who has eyes to see. . . let her see.


So Shall I Love My Thoughts – Mantra Part I

I am full of light, full of love, full of joy and full of God! The light in me scatters the darkness wherever I go.

In my quest for being the joyful master of my own mind, I am thinking about the metaphor of taking every thought captive, but instead of a violent image of war, I am envisioning taking a child who is wildly upset into a loving and firm, restraining embrace and holding her until her inner state is transformed. . . it is the mysterious paradoxical nature of love that its captives are set free. So shall I love my thoughts like unruly children until they are transformed and free to live in joy and hope and exultation.

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