Month: January 2006

An Olympic Story

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An Olympic Story
Once upon a time, long ago and far away
in another galaxy, God decided to play.
So She created a race of human gods to stay
on a life-threatening planet where they
trained vigorously both night and day
for the Games He called ‘The Olympic Way’.—
These Games of the gods would pay
the victorious winners of the day
precious Rewards and valued Medals
by overcoming obstacles
and leadening limitations.—
The Bronze of Knowledge,
the Silver of Understanding,
and the Gold of Wisdom
were the goals of these Olympics
of the mind and heart and soul.
Laurel Crowns were awarded
well-excercised inner strengths
of undaunted courage,
steadfast faith,
and self-disciplined skill.—
More wondrous still,
the Crown of a glorious secret lay
hidden in each one to Seek and Find—
for within these Game-playing gods,
it was really only God at play!!!
February, 1992 revised May, 2004

The Starry Path

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The Starry Path
Serenely silent, I walked home last night
on a starry path of sparkling snowflakes.
They twinkled, whether stirred or still, as I passed by.
Above, the starlit heavens
mirrored their mystery-hidden reflections.
There I swiftly ascended in amused imaginings.
Was there, somewhere, a lone astronaut
flying serenely silent as she journeyed
with amused imaginings of alien worlds?
Perhaps she, too, would walk her world
on a starry path of sparkling snowflakes.
February, 1993 revised March, 2004

Seeing Ahead and Looking Back

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Seeing Ahead and Looking Back
I enter the Museum’s gate to the past
joining my Alien mate at long last
after a day of exploring the depths of my mind,
eager to see what I might find.
So many beliefs, like discarded relics lay
arranged in a curious mental display.
Though important before, how they seem child’s play!
I greet my beloved with a warm embrace,
then we walk the halls at a leisurely pace.
Strange relics of bygone beliefs we now see,
as we look with wonder and rejoice to be free
of countless ‘licenses’, ‘contracts’, and forms of ‘tax’,
old bits of paper and coins called ‘money’,
plastic cards for ‘credit’, ‘debit’, and I.D.s,
antique guns and metal ‘handcuffs’ with keys,
outgrown ‘scriptures’ and ‘laws’ of races and nations,
territorial boundaries on maps of the world,
odd ‘scepters’ and ‘gavels’ and ‘flags’ unfurled.
“How quaint!” I’m deeply moved to say,
knowing that what we hold dear today
will also change and pass away.
Telepathing love thoughts to all those about,
we share our soul-joy and quietly walk out.
August 2000, revised April, 2004

Wild Dance

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Wild Dance
Deanna dances with wild abandon,
robed with mist moonlight
and the magical mysteries
of velvet night and sequined stars.
She moves to the energy rhythms
of changing moods, love tides,
and sense storms swirling within her.
Then she opens her arms at last
to the quiet applause of Nature
as snowflakes gently descend
with angel-kisses for her face.
March, 1998