Sonomabuzz

Tag: poem

  • God is an old man

    God is an old man all dressed in black

    He sits in a wheelchair holding a cane in his gloved hands.

    God is a young mother who drove with her husband from the Valley.

    The kids are with her mother. They don’t know mommy is scared.

    God hovers between a middle aged couple,

    blessing them as they savor every moment, taking it one step at a time.

    God is a mystic, challenging the world to change and

    to accept that the present moment is as close to heaven as we need to be.

    God is a young man, now in an old man’s body, all dressed in black

    He sits in a wheelchair holding a cane in his gloved hands.

    Waiting for a miracle.

    02/05/08

  • Heaven on your mind

    The breathe of the Creator blows in each face as wind

    Which turns the mind at dawn and dusk

    To be joined in light called heaven.

    There are certain times over the mountain when,

    If the clouds spread out in a special way,

    And the angle of the earth and sun align just right,

    Then, you can see the floor of heaven.

    Clouds blow across the sky all the time.

    Without fail the earth turns on its axis.

    The moon shines down.

    But we, the human folks, usually go about our days without seeing.

    People fail to look up,

    and,

    Unless a person looks up they will not see.

    Opportunity shines as the end of the day

    Revealed as dusk blessed by a glimpse of heaven.

    On any given day the cusp of dawn or dusk bends the edge of heaven

    So that human folk might make their way in through the breach.

    Then another day passes, or men and women pass through it,

    And the moment passes on.

    The breathe of the Creator blows in each face as wind

    Which turns the mind at dawn and dusk

    To be joined in light called heaven.

    09/20/04

  • It was impossible

    It was impossible

    Unless it happened

    That we should be together

    The coming together of two such as us

    Would not have been seen

    By the wisest seer

    Nor did I,

    Who was unwise,

    See the chance mercies

    That blessed me with you.

    Or the miracles that ensued.

    12/20/03

  • Alienated

    When I felt alienated

    I went to a desserted island

    But then it wasn’t desserted

    Because an alien ate it.

  • Poem – In the Mind of the Creator 12/01/1999

    In the Mind of the Creator

    You alone, in the mind of the Creator, fulfill your piece of God’s plan for creation.

    Only you are there, in your place, to offer a kind word or a helping hand to the other person you are with.

    As people, we sometimes ask for the Creator’s intervention in our lives.
    The Creator usually doesn’t come down directly and tap us on the shoulder and say, “Here I am, let me intervene.” Far more often the Creator inspires another human being to be kind, or good, or take action.

    Sometimes, you alone, in the mind of the Creator,
    are the one instrument of God.

    If you alone, in the mind of the Creator,
    are to be an instrument of the Creator’s intervention
    in another person’s life,
    you must choose to be open to such influence.

    Be open to the Creator.
    Be open to being the instrument of God.
    Be aware that other people are usually the answer bearers to your prayers.
    Be open so that you may be the Creator’s answer
    to some other person’s prayers.

    You alone, in the mind of the Creator,
    can accept the Creator’s influence in your life.

    •••••••••

    A person’s response to being the instruments of the Creator’s intervention;
    this is what is meant when we say that human beings have free choice.
    The choice is to freely be the instrument of the Creator.
    St. Francis said, “It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.”
    He may have meant physical dying. More likely he meant the dying of selfishness, and the openness to be an instrument of the Creator’s mercy.

    •••••••••

    To be alone in the Mind of the Creator would be a vast, but special, space.