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One Answer to Prayer

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One Answer to Prayer

My child, I come to you here, and find my infinite pleasure in your call to me. The touch of your voice directed to me is my pleasure, and at times, my pain. But you always return to me my faithful one. I can count on your being here each morning and so you may trust I am with you morning, noon, and night. I am lifting you up even now in all your labors and you will know all the benefits of your calling. Each step has been ordained for you to establish our name. Your light is lit and you will shine professor of light and teacher of enlightenment. Your lamp will indeed shine to the far corners of this room. Set on a hill, you will be a beacon to those who seek a center for their compass-rose. Rest a moment now in the glow of this flame that burns in you and trim your lamp to whiten your color and enhance the reach of the rays that spring from you and I. Profess the light. Raise your voice in a visible song that we may travel to the infinite together. Rise up to the voice of angels with the light of heaven about us now. Rise up, and receive your reward in the light of...

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The Cusp of Light and Shadow

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The Cusp of Light and Shadow

In the morning when the light strikes white across the mounded snow, and the tree-trunk’s shadow slashes boldly up the undulated slope, I take a moment to speak my mind, if only to my Self. The occasional sparkle outside only shows when you observe closely. So too the occasional sparkle inside reveals itself only on close observation. There is detail even in the shadows should I choose to look And green life, young and old, emerges from even the deepest drift. That little sprout, standing alone, at the cusp of light and shadow Which seems so insignificant in the big picture holds such charm on close inspection. Its form is full of promise and a wayward fulsome desire for life. One tender, slender limb stretches out far beyond the cluster Green palm, green fingers reaching yearning for the warmth of the morning light. So too this new life new perspective which has gained its sturdy foothold within Claims its patch of warm earth striving up through the crusted icy snow Reaching blind yet unerringly for the light which sustains its most energetic soul And its heat reflecting melts a dimpled home for itself in the drift. Vibrant life full of promise rooted beneath the chill evidence of yesterday’s storm Striving irresistibly upward into today’s light and tomorrow’s. ttorus...

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Alight on Your Window-Sill

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Alight on Your Window-Sill

I awaken without you and my longing overwhelms me. When will we be united forever you and I never to part? I open the window into the treetops and the chill fresh air is bracing to my naked chest. The cat pads silently across the sill and the morning sunlight in her pure white hair Is dazzling to the eye. Yet I am not comforted. When will we be united forever you and I never to part? When, at long last will this longing in my breast Find the final sanctuary of your tender embrace at long last? Love me now though the miles do part us. Send your love across the void that divides us So my heart may rest a moment In our spiritual bond. Something in the air and in the light where the birds flit gleefully and unerringly among the branches and past the eaves – Something in the air and the light carries our love still. So my heart is comforted This too I send to you all that I am all my passion and my compassion All my sheltering protective instincts The desire to keep you from harm To lock out pain and the suffering of circumstance The protective arms all that I can provide. These I send to you across the miles and even across the years. For the love I hold for you will never die. Though all the forces of this earth align themselves in opposition And though even I should strive to extinguish that flame Yet still it bursts through anew Flickers once again and bursts into flame And the fire of my longing reaches out again into the air Flits unerringly among the branches and past the eaves To alight on your window-sill and perch upon your hand To grace you with a kiss and to be graced so in return by your soft and trembling lips. Across the miles and even across the years even across the tears I come to you and you to me. Let us unite forever, never to part you and I At long last you, and I. ttorus...

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Heartbeat

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Heartbeat

I feel my heart beating. It says I’m alive. This gentle resolute pounding one two three four five. Pushing my life’s blood vitality through each and every vein. the vigor of endless ages in me. And why should Life choose this vessel to course its way down the alleys and byways of living, into the pathways of other vessels just like me, yet so astonishingly different as to surprise and delight again and again and to set my heart racing again? Pound, Pound vitality racing to the end of the age. A soul’s mission encapsulated in the beating of one blooded muscle. And how do we capture the passion and commitment of Divinity? How reach down into a boundless reality so far beyond the knowledge of so shallow an instrument as to this conscious brain. Sweet divine reality beyond our ken If you must needs hint only hint away. If you must refuse to shout I will learn to listen more intently to the silence which bears your mark, And I will check my pulse to gauge the quiet trampings of your good tread.  ...

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A Love From Youth

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A Love From Youth

Life and light yesterday and today A love from youth still holding some bloom like a perennial blossom. Life and light yesterday and today Penetrating still into the gloom in rays that deny the opacity of broken hearts. Translucent are the strings upon which yet hang the hopes of a heart And how those tender threads break the light into prismatic rainbows. So thin the gossamer lines Suspending a heavy heart. Yet love is so strong No matter how thin the hopes From which suspended. Light and life, yesterday and today A love from youth remembered. ttorus...

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Sand-Castle

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Sand-Castle

Sad, that one person can enter your life to bring such renewed perspective and strength, only to have another enter with chisels, axes, a sawzall, to tear down, with zeal and determination, the edifice of your meticulously-raised sand-castle. One child full of laughter, with smiling eyes, joins you in the sun and salty breeze at the edge of the surging tide, To playfully contribute to your sand-castle her own sea-shells sea-weed pods and tufts of heather, Then laughing, runs away. While another much bigger with more resonant laugh comes stomping brutish in the midst of your lovingly-built world To stand astride its ruin defiant in heavy boots, beefy fists cockily planted on hips green-giant-like But jolly not. How easy to remember the ruin the double salted tears bitten back and spiced with wind-borne salt spray stinging. How easy to remember that passion in destruction. But I choose rather to remember the wind-swept curls with sun’s halo The laughing eyes That last touch of yellow-flowered heather placed so lovingly on the parapets. How light her step tread of an angel As she dancingly retreated at the fringes of white-foamed whispering surf. So soon her dimpled footprints disappeared as each wave after wave did its work to erase her passing Transforming her footsteps back to native washed sand each grain carried, even now, closer to that equatorial realm which is the destination of all the tides. This I will remember and take heart. This I will remember and rejoice.   ttorus 1/12/96 revised...

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