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When I Close My Eyes

When I close my eyes,

It all goes away.

The screams,

The yelling,

The violence,

All relinquished.

Fading into grey,

As the torturous truth,

Leads the way.

When I close my eyes,

It all goes away.

The words,

The sighs,

The cries,

All released.

Fading into black,

Your words still linger,

The silent attack.

The Benevolent Shepherd

Somewhere in the distance,
where trees no longer grow,
sits a merry cottage,
surrounded in snow.
 
Nobody visits,
And nobody’d dare,
But as they walk by,
The inhabitant stares.
 
And alone in that cottage,
A poor woman hides,
And she waits all alone,
While the rich live their lives.
 
Then one day,
A shepherd walks past,
And when he sees the cottage,
He walks to it fast.
 
And he knocks on the door,
Of the cottage, so gay,
As the woman inside,
Looks up in dismay.
 
She answers the door,
With a frown on her face,
As the visitor beams,
Her frown is replaced.
 
The woman grins,
And points inside,
She offers him a meal,
But then he denies. 
 
He gives her a sack,
And then walks away,
She opens the sack,
And then starts to pray.
 
The man turns around,
And smiles to himself,
He was somehow happier,
Without all his wealth.

Maybe It’s Because I Love You

Maybe it’s because I love you, that it hurt so much,

The truth, the lies,

Now combined,

But, boy, I miss you so much.

And still to this day,

I want to do it over,

Try again.

Breathe again.

Love again.

Maybe I’m a dreamer,

But it’s your word against mine,

Sure I’m a believer,

But, son, you just crossed the line.

Don’t hide,

Or run,

Or walk away.

Don’t leave,

Or cry,

Or curse the day.

Maybe it’s because I love you, that I never want you to go,

Or maybe, just maybe, you didn’t know.

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My friend Charles sent me this little diddy after reading my New Year’s post:

Merci beaucoup,
It can only be you,
my hearts desire
to be on fire
with the Love
from the Dove
Spirit Divine
in the Mind
of God’s Beloved
Always recovered
in the Now
we allow
with the gust
of Spirit a must
giving the part
to God in my HEART

Then, after I asked him if I could post it, he sent me this-

Holy Spirit, You Deserve
All the Praise that seems to swerve
Into my heart
Always your part
You are the choice
For my voice
You alone
Do Atone
The Light shines forth
From True Worth
In this channel
Radiant  panel
Shining the Light
Of GOD’S Might
Using Silence
for compliance
Heaven’s delight
Magnificent Height
Extending LOVE
From the DOVE
The Spirit True
In Mind’s glue

Go Charles Go!

If you would like to contact Charles and share his joyous Spirit, you may e-mail him at chas.love@yahoo.com

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I am pleased to present the poetry of Sharon Vollett, for more information about Sharon visit her website www.petalsandpromises.org or send an e-mail to sharon@petalsandpromises.org.

SWEET, TENDER AND LOVING

The truth is no matter
what tragedies or traumas
that happened in our past
there is a deep inner core of our being
that is sweet, tender and loving.
It is there - it is the true essence of who we are.
As a child I saw sexual and physical abuse
and it has affected my relationships.
Now in my quest to find out who I really am,
I am reliving the hurt and pain
buried so deep.
Accepting that it is time to let go,
yet not knowing what to hold onto
to show me the way.
And in the midst of the many negative memories
there is one very sweet memory.
I was fourteen, and in love with Billy.
We were lovers excited with the wonder
and desire of our young bodies.
Billy asked to see me naked,
he didn’t touch me,
he just adored me with his eyes.
It wasn’t dirty or exploitative,
we were just young and curious.
We didn’t have sex,
and I will always cherish that experience.
I felt my sexuality being born
with this gentle young man.
Having only felt that tender innocence
a couple of times in my lift - I forgot it existed.
It was buried under all the hurts of the past.
Yet in recalling those past experiences
this memory popped up like an anxious child
needing to be seen and heard.
Who I am is sweet, tender and loving,
standing in my nakedness once again.
Making a choice to connect with that inner core
that is strong and full of grace
yet forever sweet, tender and loving.

-Sharon Vollet, September 20, 2002

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The sun, it shines, with bright light
The sky, it glistens with radiant blue
But why is the forest so dark and dreary?
the tall towering trees seem to shut out life itself-
What is this darkness but sorrow?
Pity it is, for the forest makes all of the sorrow
Pity drags through the forest
and fails to see the light.
What is that creature?
Who brought it here?
Look at its fiery color
The forest has made anger.
What is that dark object?
It seems very frightened
The object is fear,
It is afraid of nothing but itself.
Look- the forest is changing
The dark has turned to dim
A ray of light shines above a tree
and the path becomes much wider.
Could that be a bird chirping amongst the trees?
It sings such a happy tune-
The bird is birth
and its song is joy
Up ahead there is a clearing
There lies a single rose
The rose opens the forest to life
and its beauty brings love.
It is the end of the forest
and the end of the path
The flower has blossomed
and the light has shone through.

circa 1982

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On a visit to my Uncle Rick and Aunt Karen’s, we have found ourselves attending memorial services…

Though to a Doctor of English
these rhymes may be drivel
Karen has always inspired me
and spared me literary snivel

When I blasted an e-mail
about living in a red state
Karen’s was the first response
because she could commiserate

I looked up to Aunt Karen
over so many years
as a woman of independence
with the courage to face her fears

She has a keen sense of humor
and an intelligent wit
not scared to point out
when the village has an idiot

I love my Aunt Karen
and I really do miss her
I was hoping that on this visit
I would get to hug and kiss her

But instead I’m hearing stories
more than I ever did know
seems funny that we wait
until it is time to go

If there was one message
I thought Aunt Karen was giving
It would be to seize the day
because life is for living

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My favorite prayer is “Help”
I often ask more specifically
with “Help me to see this differently”
and then I am reminded
about where I was amiss
Surely instead of conflict
I can see Peace instead of this…

For the one who likes to argue…

Do not cloud our light
with your need to be right
just an ego retreat
For there is no defeat
nothing to lose or to win
only error and not sin
Again we will choose
and we will not refuse
to see Peace over illusion
I forgive this intrusion
and recognize that we are One
what is Whole can not be undone

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Years ago, when I began my custom poetry business, someone asked me why I write poetry.  So, to get the answer, I wrote this poem.

I never really asked the question
it’s something I just do
not understanding it myself
I’m hoping this gives me an answer too

Well, there are some reasons;
to gain a greater understanding
a sorting of solutions
when problems are so demanding

I may also quest for clarity
and reveal my thoughts to you
which are not simply shown
with a simple how do you do

I guess its also dam control
when emotions are eruptive
I need not spew out lava
these rhymes are less destructive

Poetry brings a connection
to something greater than me
whether for my own expression
or entertainment at a party

The rhythm so simple and calming
soft and sweet like a lullaby
no matter if the topic alarming
or if the pain so harsh I must cry

The words are like a security blanket
that help me to continue
whatever my perspective is
my poems will always ring true

realizing this divine expression
of words that bring such peace
I now make this my profession
so that the rhymes will soon increase

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We hoped for change
and now it is here
a new administration
to begin this new year
will our energies shift
to love from fear?
Will the belief in suffering
come to an end?
will we stop naming enemies
and call others friend?
Most of us voted for it
the change we desire
we elected a leader
someone we can admire
but can we count on one man
to make our purpose higher?
Is it really up to another
to set our souls on fire?
I’m feeling somehow accountable
as this New Year I prepare to enter
I do believe in this President
He can be a confident mentor
Yet we are ALL a part of
the One that is the Center
and each and every one of us
can be the Truth presenter
It’s not about searching for a future
or analyzing where we have been
It is about remembering who we are
and connecting to our Spirit within

Abundant Blessings to All this New Year

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