Seasons of Song

Born on a late Fall evening;
Told I could grow and fly.
Fingers and wings were strengthened;
That’s when I learned to cry.

Resting in Winter’s snowstorms,
Darkness so wide and deep…
There was a star to follow,
Waking my heart from sleep.

Blooming as buds in Springtime,
Reaching up toward the sun,
Knowing I had the Spirit;
Letting God’s music run.

All Summer long together,
Everything dry and bright.
Fires were quenched and started,
Flings of the dying light.

Fall is again upon us,
Breezes that warn of chill;
Mind, body, soul transforming…
Cycles within His will!

Knowing Alpha and Omega

Cling only to the God-Presence within you, because in Truth, there is nothing else!

People, don’t last. Things, don’t last. Relationships, don’t last. Financial security, doesn’t last. Created works, don’t last. Self-help, doesn’t last. Self-improvement, doesn’t last. Addiction, doesn’t last. The world, doesn’t last.

But God does! God-Mind is infinite and eternal. God-Spirit is the Alpha and Omega, beginning and end (Revelation 22:13), in and out, our waking up and our lying down… (Psalm 3:5) All of these God knows and sees and is, and beyond, God still is.

For this realization, we give thanks! We let it be so throughout our being – in body, heart, mind and soul! For it is God who has made us, and not we ourselves. (Psalm 100:3) And so it is!

On Being Christ-minded

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus.
–Philippians 2:5 (KJV)

As electrical current flows through a cord that is plugged into the outlet, let me be plugged into the Father, conduct the Holy Spirit, and be equal in mind to the anointed Christ! By the Power of God working in and through me, it is so. Amen.

Threads of Creativity

I want to write a poem,
But all I can do is play –
I play with words,
I play with music;
I play with threads.

And it feels good.
I warp;
I weave.
I un-weave.
I’ve even un-warped a time or two.

But I always warp again,
Setting up a new frame of reference.
And I weave some more,
Entwining thread after thread…
Over…
Under…
Over…
Under…

Weaving a life,
A picture,
A song.

Is it threads?
Or is it words?
Or is it notes?

It doesn’t matter.
It’s all rhythm,
All energy,
All thought,
All creativity,
Vibrating and singing through me.

I want to write a poem.
But I can’t.
All I can do is weave one.
And so I do.

Also enjoy the first poem published here, Lifeweaving,
and the humorous Weaver’s Prayer.

Happy New Month…welcome to the month of Purity!

Purplerays

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Photo credit: Lilium – Lilies on Facebook

A new month dawns!
A new page opens!
For new stories to write!
In an old Book of Life!
New month, new page, new stories,
In an old Book of Life!

A new Cycle of Purity dawns!
A new Outpouring of Purity!
A new Special Call on Womanhood!
From an old Primordial Voice!
New cycle, new Supply, new Call,
From an old Fountain of Pure Womanhood!

All Hail the Month of Womanhood!

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