
Memories
Measure of time unfolding memories
Of gentle days and soft nights
Only the deepest most sacred moments
Preserved as golden treasures
Only those memories held with
Soft smiles
And tender love
Dream
Perhaps if I only dream
I won’t be caught
In the web of unknowing now
Perhaps if I dream.
Eagle Flight
Softly the wind blew in bird-songed silence
And the eagle soared on currents of wind
Far beyond and above me
Then a jet flew straight and hard
Thundering across the cloud filled sky
And was gone
But in my heart
The eagle remained
Mother God
Mother God Mother Love
Love in me this being
Mother me in Birth
Gentle me in Peace
Spirit Me
Alive
The Earth Herself
Even as we acknowledge the farmers before us,
the pioneers,
and the Indigenous peoples who once walked this land
so too we acknowledge the earth herself.
Together, the deer and hawk,
the singing streams baptizing in blessing
from the rocky escarpment,
the fields of prairie,
whose wildflowers dash color upon the earth,
while joined by the buzzing bumblebees,
chirping birds,
and monarchs and memories,
even ponds and lakes join this psalm of gratitude.
Now mighty oaks raise ancient arms in alleluias,
farmlands promising feed,
wetlands and whispers of wind,
sunshine and starlight all offering cosmic prayer.
Yes, we hold this land lightly
as the chant of our Lauds
intertwines with creation’s sweet voice
Forever may it be as praise for all generations to come.
All seeing humanity... we would be like God..but
Give me a dream to guide my way.. in my becoming..
To attend the inextinugishable flame of fire..on the Altar of my heart..returning in praise to the source of the giver...
Ref" Leviticus 3 and Charles Wesley's hymn.. o thou who camest from above,.