Hope is in the soil beneath our feet
Ready to grow seeds in the lengthening days
Until beautiful souls flower and fill our needs.
Tag Archives: creation
ABUNDANT CHANGE
AMUSED
Men say there are nine muses
all female,
all source,
all inspiration
behind man’s creation.
I alone amuse myself,
a female
well enough,
tough enough
wise enough
behind my own creation.
We females are funny that way.
We have no time
to while away,
nor our egos sway,
where power games lay.
We do not play.
We females amuse ourselves
as we go on life’s way
to build lives better,
to make peace surer,
to allay furor
which gets in the way.
We find joy in every day.
We bring joy
to every girl and boy,
to every woman and man,
to all we can,
smiling all the way.
Men may need nine muses.
Women are happy to be
all nine at every time,
in every way,
on every day.
We women do not play.
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DOMINION
Why must we believe in hierarchical hold
over all of creation when we know
creation is a manifestation humble and bold
of greater power than our own?
Creation is the hand of God
who needs no interlopers to command
what has already been put into a plan
to continue the life force falling from His hands.
No dominion then, an ancient view,
replaced by a single rule of egality
to love each creation as He loves you.
No dominion then, but brotherhood,
as Francis told the Assisi fold,
brother sun and sister moon
brother wolf and sister frog
brother lake and sister river
brother corn and sister clover
brother rock and sister sand
brother man and sister woman
brother children and sister aged
brother Muslim, Hindu and Jew
sister Catholic and Protestant, too.
No dominion needed here.
Brotherhood and sisterhood
held close and made dear.
Creation needs no dominion
to replace our fear.
Faith, hope and love makes this clear.
So preach to creation, but not of your rule.
Preach of your love and promises true
to protect and defend any and all
which is shared with, not given, to you.
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LOVE AND MIRACLES
Either everything is a miracle
or nothing can be.
The choice is ours.
It seems to me.
More is unseen than seen;
more unknown than known.
I believe in all that could be.
I await the next miracle.
Hope tells me this is true.
Faith gives me patience to wait
for miracles, my heart to renew.
Hold my hand and we
can wait together.
Oh, the wonders we shall see;
none more miraculous
than my love for you
and yours for me.
Love show us miracles
to set our souls free.
Either everything is love
or nothing can be.
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