Eternity is
a slippery slope upon
which to place one’s hope.
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LIVE FOR TODAY
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HEAVEN ON EARTH
I have no knowledge of Heaven.
I have never been there,
except in dreams.
One thing I do know.
It must be a place where I
am surrounded by goodness,
fairness, compassion
and loving kindness
all of the time.
Heaven is the type of space
where hate has no place.
The sign in my yard
declares it to be so.
But, as we all know,
My selfish concerns sometimes show.
Creating a heaven on earth
may be an impossibility
because of my fragility
and lack of humility.
My human state has a dearth
of courageous purity.
Yet, still, I shall try to create
Heaven on Earth
as a constant state.
The lack of goodness surrounds me
all too often these cruelty-laden days.
Kindness is the only way to delay
the triumph of evil over good.
I ask all those in my neighborhood
to join my effort, feeble though it be.
Any small kindness is stronger than cruelty.
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LIFE
This is all I know.
First, you come.
Then, you go.
This is all.
I know.
I know.
It is all I can know.
Yet something shows
from hidden places
up and below.
Something unbidden
that hints at more, longer;
that feels better, stronger.
Where does more come from?
Where does more go?
Where did I come from?
Where shall I go?
It is never enough
this life that I know.
This is all?
Can this be so?
I want to know.
I want to know.
I want to know.
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ETERNAL GARDEN
After the heaving winds of Winter
blow across the face of Earth
dropping heavy rains in ceaseless floods,
the blazing winds of Summer force heat waves
upon plains and forests and fire up
an atmosphere of heat and drought.
The plants in my garden are anchored
beyond the sound of my pleading voice
begging them to live , if not for me,
then for every butterfly and bee
as if Earth might survive
by some miracle, as have I;
beyond cancer scares and chronic ME,
and fibromyalgia that brings me to my knees.
Yet, like Earth I continue to survive
and even thrive.
No future generations of my DNA
will I leave behind, but seeds
that blow on restless winds and bury their heads
in fertile soil across the garden I have spread,
and breed new life in a new garden
long after I am gone.
This may be my only immortality.
Or, perhaps there is more
in a place yet unseen but hoped for in my dreams,
built on faith and fed by love
Felt in such ecstasy of our union,
its solidarity a true communion
where we explore the truth that
we are not alone, anymore.
The whole world, not merely Earth
is ours to explore,
building hopeful memories to outlast
the fear of loneliness from the past.
Our loving connection gives such strength
even death cannot break the bonds
of love and life meant to survive an eternity.
We are in this together, you and I.
One thing I know for sure;
like the garden, our love will never die.
HELL ON EARTH
Prayer has been cheapened by the times.
We avoid the pews where fools recline
and bow their heads to fake news
while making money off government grants
for mega churches which promise service
to the poor and neglected,
the hungry and disaffected;
yet, vote against every effort to create
a more humane and equitable State.
And, where women fall for the line they are Eve
and evil to want sex
without admitting how complex
the use of birth control can be
when science is ignored and derided
that men can have all decided
in their favor. Their can be no life
when no egg is released to be indoctrinated
by men of the cloth who refuse to be sated
in their own desires. Instead, women are mired
in deceit and forced to bear the loss of self
to men’s control, if they want to feel blessed.
Enough of this unholy state
which calls on God’s will to compensate
for their failure to mirror God’s true grace.
Prayer has been lost amid the fray
of those who still kneel to pray
to overcome others who fail to tow the line,
and pay politicians to do their will.
Too many souls have learned to be still
while lies are told and children instilled
with false ideology and true evil;
and their very lives lost to thoughts and prayers
cheapened by the politics of fear.
The path to Heaven has disappeared
as we live through hell right now, right here.
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