The Music on Which Thoughts Dwell

                                   A DAUGHTER'S LAMENT

         My Mother was a Greenwich Village dreamer.
            Born in April, on the very first day.
        She had a bench in the park, where she held court
           Just letting a good day, waste away.
       We all paid for her privilege.
          We all wept in despair...
       Such beauty and hubris...

          So lost and uncaring.

       Then a child back when,
          Thought they all seemed so weak,
       So she turned the other way, and
          Made an evolutionary leap!

      Walking alone, I learned to be free.
          Delving deeper, I found the real Me.
       I didn't need perfume, gadgets or wealth;
         Just contented to know, my authentic Self.
       Forgetting the grief that ignorance breeds,
          I invited "them" in, because I was needy.
       Now I was scorned for the strides I had made,
         Berated and tortured for the jewel that I gave;
       And regret now so much, how naive and believing
          I was to be honest and share real feelings.

       Now in retreat, aloneness is sweet.
          Once twisted and ruined,

                 Now restored and complete.

       I am alone...and dream again of Living.
          But it is not a dream. I am still whole.
       I am free to go...I am free to grow.....
         The music flows like Summer springs,
       Keeping the freshness of consciousness singing.
          Looking back, I say a prayer
       For all my loved ones lingering there....
          Though love has turned to bitter fear,
       A daughter's broken heart, still wishes...
          You were here.....
　
　

THERE IS LOVE

Have you ever noticed
How the Universe bends?....
As miracles happen,
And mercy lends...

How prayers are answered
And dreams do come true,

But only when Faith

Is shining through you!

No need to give up.
No need to pretend.
The gravity of Lovingness
Makes straight lines bend!

Dry you eyes. See the Day.
Put all your old sadnesses away.
Let your natural song be heard. Halleluyah!
Let LOVE be your Heart's only Word.

Be free from remorse.
Turn over that leaf!
The Self that shares Loves
Has no need to weep.

So, if you're looking for Love,
You don't have to rush.
There IS love in this Universe, and
It expresses, through us!

PROVE GOD'S GRACE

Life is simple, yet in a riddle.
The answer to the mystery, is always visible.
You know the truth the World is filled with, now
Listen to the Voice, that is within you.

In your heart, afraid to be
The attributes of God that moves all things.
Within the conflict, there is Unity.
Poles of opposites, but one line of Energy.

We come into this mortal flesh
Believing in our own omnipotence,
Clinging to desire and pride,
Lost in the waves of Historic Time.

But you are a Guardian that grows like a rose;
Be strong in Faith, so Virtue will grow.
Every human can still arrrive, to understand
Why, in this world....Goodness survives.

Believe in who you REALLY are....
The Love Child of God with all the power.
The clarity of Mind you put behind,
Recall!...and justify being Divine.

Someone always suffers more than you.
Succor those who need you to be true.
Love can turn to jealous hate..
But you can always give love, and prove God's Grace!

This poem was called
"It Isn't Intellegence (or Imagination)
the Greatest Human Gift"
The Title was too long, so I changed it to just:
The Greatest Human Gift

THE GREATEST HUMAN GIFT

Are you as amazed as I?...the Human Species is still alive...
And well! Expressively intelligent, and often wise.
A natural accident of Evolutionary Time...
Or by Destiny are we designed...
That we can logically then evaluate,
Equations of such complexity, to find,
The answer long hidden, unlocked and well defined.

In Math and Science we excell.
We astound ourselves, and all Mankind.
But when we find we've erred our ways,
For Humanity's sake...will we stop in time?!
We love, we hate, we pity, we forgive...
Is there another creature more clever that lives?!
We laugh, we pray, we cry, have Faith....
We see the stars, and even calculate the space.

We sacrifice, we feel compassion, even meditate
On a God we want to know, though we have never seen His Face,
And though on bended knee, contritely we negotiate...back,
Our Soul, so creatively with gratitude and grace, we wonder...
In the back of it all, what it is that really makes us great?!
Is it Talent, skill, beauty or fame...searching and searching
I thought I was lost, until I heard calling me,
an ancient voice!:

"Inspiration is the gift the Great Spirit within
Gives to the heart that prays for forgiveness;
That tries over and over to relight the Hearth
Though the winds blast the trees, and flatten them all!
Their warmth and sincerity transform into Bliss. Yea!
Inspiration is the greatest human gift!
It isn't intelligence, though it's saved many a life;
Makes us aware that we must tame our Mind!"
　
The arrogant misuse of our intelligence
Not always is a boon to Man.
With such a Nature of what value is my day?
With all my talent and intelligence...
Even imagination has moved my mundane ass astray!

Ah....it is Inspiration, positively vibrating,
....Igniting all my ways. Just wait, for someday
If the wave's become too turbulent to bear....
Just button up your overcoat, apply yourself...and
Be inspired.....if you dare!