Spiritual Poems

 

Through the spectrum of ethereal plain,

lights follow the issuing wisdom train.

Spoken of by fair nymphs pointing to those beams,

the Vail of belief  to adore and

Sometimes the road will curve to meet one’s soul

as the swooping thunderbird curves on curling winds

and drops to its’ mountain perch.

 

Within the curve life takes

The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,

such a colorful personality lending its’

ambiance to the greenwood.

 

Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds

to greet the dawn of this

It that time of the year

When everybody comes out of their fears

Every Life is enjoying this phase

For Weather is too good these days

After the freezing

The boat,

            smooth sea,

                        tight sail,

                                    the bow slices the

                                                blue-green

 

Men at ease with their Leader,

                                                their Friend.

As ripples sing lullabies to their Man.

                                   

Let me live at your eyes

One says

You must be a sailor as swimmer or fly

You must have a way to be

 

Random strangers crossing in the street

Namaste she said to me

Hands joined as she nodded her head

Engaging my heart without deviating

Arrow straight to my soul

Stood out

 

Philosopher, Lover of Life, Wise One

What I would give

To see the world through your eyes

To picture the haze of freedom

Where there reigns injustice and chains

To

 

My heart is primed for the ritual

Candlelit ceremony a tribute to life

The smoke beckons my ancestors

Not sure how many lifetimes deep

 

Inhaling the sacred smoke

Slowly mindfully

 

 

 

 

Intimately invited

A Letter to God
by Maria Sharon Moemise

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