Poetic Peace

Today ends National Poetry Month. Clearly, I haven’t written a poem every day as many have. But I’ve really enjoyed my favorite poets’ contributions throughout the month! Here and the following are why I use poetry as a spiritual tool.

Poetic Peace

We can say things in poetry
that we can’t say in “normal” speech.

Things we can’t say in prose,
we can say in poetry.

The image of the poet
being a little unhinged, eccentric, strange,
crazy, weird,
out there, warped,
jaded, off your rocker, a few fries short,
beyond the rest of us,
out of touch with “reality,”
better than,
and yet dysfunctional…

I see this image as a blessing!

I’ve said things in speaking
I later regretted-
not because of what I said,
I make no apologies for speaking the Truth-
But for how people chose to feel about them
and how they chose to respond.

I’ve written things in articles
I didn’t feel were complete.
Yet the more I wrote,
the bigger the gap,
the deeper the chasm,
the greater the confusion,
and this, too, I regretted.

And so I return to poetry
to say what needs saying,
to pray what needs praying.

Because I know that somehow
it’s okay,
even welcomed with open arms!

And no matter the reason,
for this
I am truly grateful
to the essence of poetry
that is the essence of God!


“No one can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other; or else he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You can’t serve both God and Mammon.
–Matthew 6:24 World English Bible (WEB)

A reminder to seek God’s Kingdom (Heaven within) first, and everything we need will be added (Matt. 6:33). And while we’re thankful for degrees, jobs, projects, our families, friends, and accomplishments in the world, we cannot serve the world and gain lasting security.

He said to all, “If anyone desires to come after me, let him deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever will lose his life for my sake, the same will save it. For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses or forfeits his own self?
–Luke 9″23-25 (WEB)

With this knowing in my heart, I gratefully acknowledge my Master of Metaphysical Science degree (4/4/14). But the credit is not mine; without God working through me, I would not have this and indeed would not have Life at all.


Not master of others
Or master of things,
I’m master of nothing,
For God is my King.

So deep in my Heart,
My Soul and my Mind,
I turn to the Master
Beyond space and time.

Not tied to a program
Conferring degrees,
The Lord of Creation
Is Master of me.

And all that “I do”
Is done by The One.
For Love is a river,
And through me it runs.

And when I can’t see Him,
I reach for the Truth,
For to master myself
He carries me through.

Not master of others
Or master of things,
I’m master of nothing,
For God is my King.


In the silence
I feel my Breath.

In a crowd
I’m aware of my Life.

So much more than in and out,
A reminder of the power
To expand and contract;
To flow and to ebb.

Often unnoticed,
Breath is Source, Energy, Life:
Bringing Spirit into us, releasing It to others.

Inhale, exhale;
Accept, give;
Energize, relax;
Renew, release.

In the night
Breath remains wakeful.
In daytime
Breath supports.


All that was,
And is to come
Breathes with Life!

Thank You, Mother Earth

Instrument: Lanikai LU21C concert ukulele

1. Thank you, Mother Earth.
I can feel your support.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I am safe and secure.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I have all that I need.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I live fully and free.

2. Thank you, Mother Earth.
In the calmness I rest.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
In my body I’m blessed.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I am strong. I survive.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I am gentle and I thrive.

3. Thank you, Mother Earth,
As I give you my care.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I’m awake and aware.
Thank you, Mother Earth,
Though upon you I trod.
Thank you, Mother Earth,
Bless’d creation of God.

Repeat 1.

Do You Know?



Do you know how much I Love you?

Do you Feel My Presence when the Night is Dark?

When the Path is Difficult?

Do you Understand How Greatly I Care?

That My Love is Unconditional?

That you Need Change Nothing?

I Love Everything about you.

I Only Want to Bless you.

How I Long for you to stop and Hear My Whisper.

Shouting down from the Vastness of Love, Reaching for you.

How I Long to Share this Love with you.

Will you Pause from your haste?

Will you close your eyes to the world and Listen for My Voice of Love?

Will you Trust Me, that I will neither Blame you nor Forsake you?

I Love you, O My Beloved.

Will you Love Me in Return?

Beautiful Musical Arrangement by: Vladimir Martynov

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God is at the Yard Sale

God is at the yard sale.

In the piles of junk, God waits. In the people so excited to find that special thing, those canning jars, fishing tackle, car parts, musical instruments, God stirs.

God breathes in those who know, “All right, it’s time. Time for this, that, this and that to go. It’s no use to me anymore. It’s junk but maybe someone else can use it.”

God is in the relief they feel when someone buys up their old stuff. God is in the coins and bills exchanged. God is in the joy of having money to save or spend, and having a clean basement, closet or garage.

God is in the people who go home ecstatic, the kids with their new old stuffed animals, The mothers with their purses and skirts, crock pots and someone else’s nana’s china. The bachelors with their motorcycle helmets and tool boxes. The fathers with their swing sets, slides, play houses, breathing a sigh of relief, “Thank God it’s in good condition!” Realizing they got a bargain and they’re grateful for it, even though they tell you only women are bargain hunters.

God is at the yard sale. Within the stereotypes, within the piles of junk, inside the bargain hunters, and right there guiding the people who decide what to sell. God is there. At the yard sale and beyond, before, and after.

So the next time you visit a yard sale, and you will, you know, remember: God is in the people passing on their things. God is in the things themselves, that like their former owners, are getting a clean slate today. And God is in you, yes, even at a yard sale.


Be careful
Invest wisely
Don’t invest at all
Play the lottery
Or don’t
Because no matter what

It’s bad, it’s doomed
The final word is gloom!

Pay your debts
Or create more
Get another job
Or don’t, after all, there are none left
Because no matter what

It’s bad, it’s doomed
The final word is gloom!

They say it’s flat
I say it’s round
They say it’s recession
I call it opportunity
They analyze what could help us
I turn within
Because no matter what

The bad, the doom,
The final word of gloom?

It’s just THEIR word!
For I have heard
A still, small voice
That says, “Your choice!

The Truth within?
Or hopeless spin?
Expanding Life?
Or toil and strife?

The depths of peace?
Or desperate pleas?
You choose The One
Or think there’s none.

For I am here
To free and clear
The path that winds
Within your mind.

I give you Light
Thru day and night!
But you must take
And let it make
In what you see!

For Good is yours…

Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love


Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love

Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing as the Lark’s Song Rising Above,
Sing in the Night when the Shadows Roar,
Sing in the Daytide’s Streaming colour,
Sing when Hate and Vice Hammer Down,
Sing when No one Else is Around,
Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing in Gentle Grace like the Mourning Dove,
Sing in Passion with Fire’s Ablaze,
Sing Endlessly, O Sing for Days!
Sing in Joy when the Heart is Sad,
Sing in Laughter when You cannot be Glad,
Sing Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing when there is Nothing at all to Sing Of!

Beautiful Original Artwork by: Nadia Strelkina

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Presence Within

Instrument: Walnut Concert Flea Ukulele

Your Presence within each creation
Is the blessing.

In each manifestation,
You abide.

You take care of Your own,
Of Your own accord,
In Your own time,
By Your own means.

The limited mind cannot know Your ways.
But by Your Power,
We rise to Christ Mind!

Here we know
We are one
In Essence “atonement,”

Oh that we can be aware of this oneness,
Live in it,
Act within it,
Speak from it,
Know because of it,
More of the time we are here on Your Earth!

For as one,
In You,
We live
And move
And have our very being!

Without You we are nothing.
But because of You,
We are beloved!

For this we give You thanks
And bless Your Presence within us!
And so it is!