2000-5-19 11:43:00
I am short of time again, but since we are passing around poetry I thought I would post a couple I have written that seems close to the subject at hand. Hope I'm not too mushy for you. I should be able to give the group a regular epistle tomorrow.
THE TEMPLE BEAUTIFUL
I sought to build a temple
Of the Living God
Where He could come and dwell
And rest His Iron Rod.
So the glory of God would shine around
And all would see the day
Love and Light would abound
Like the Sun would point the way.
I took the brick and motor fine
And a form I made.
All was there but Love Divine
And thus it cast a shade.
Then in the doorways it was clear
The Love of God did cry
You cannot alone build a temple dear
Only a form that one would buy.
To build a Temple Beautiful
And make a living thing
Find one you think is wonderful
And to her my Spirit bring
I appoint to you - a sign
You two shall be as one.
And share in love the truth divine
Until the living temple be done.
I found a one my Lord did love
Who sought Him as did I
The Spirit descended from above
The union made me cry.
A thousand lives
Is what our oneness shows
A love to make the building divine
A temple beautiful to know.
We sought to build somewhere
The temple - A living thing. A
nd found the breath of life was there
The Spirit we did bring.
For first we loved as few dared dream
A temple made with no hands.
Before we made the building seen
By the eye of men.
God did smile on the temple seen
Filled with Light and Love and Will-to-be
And revealed to me the mystery of the Trinity
The temple must be build by three.
You and I and the God of Love
Must be the cornerstone
And in oneness build the temple above
Before life can be seen in stone.
WHOLENESS
We have both yearned for oneness over many lifetimes.
I can feel it.
You have called out for your other half many times over thousands of years.
I have heard it.
I have put forth the thought that I need someone like you to complete me and give me strength to do what I know I must do.
I have spoken it.
Poetic thoughts of you over a dozen lifetimes fill my mind.
I have written them.
The soft melodies of the universe filters through your soul into mine.
I have sung them.
The powers and Gods that be have blessed our Union.
I accept it.
The time is come to be one in everlasting Love.
Let US do it.
MY BEST FRIEND
You are my wife, lover and partner
And for that I will always be grateful
But you are more than that.
You are my best friend.
You are always there for me
When I need you.
You are there to lift my spirits
When no one else is there.
You listen
And sometimes you are the only one
You inspire me
When there seems to be no inspiration left.
You love me
When perhaps no one else would
You accept me For what I am.
It may take the rest of my life
Or longer To repay The gifts you have given me.
But the repayment is not a burden
It is a joy.
THE NURTURER
Light is Truth
Truth is the Word
The Word is a seed
I am a sower of seeds.
For thousands of years have I sown.
Most of them fell by the way side and were ignored.
Others fell on stony ground
And died and the wind of ridicule blew them away
Because they had no root.
Again I sowed among thorns
And the cares of the world choked
The Life from the sprouted seeds.
I have searched and searched for good ground
But it seems so illusive.
What seems to look so good
Seems to produce the highest weeds
That hide the sunlight and take the nourishment
From the soil that was to feed the seed.
But finally I found you.
Who made sure the seed was not cast by the way side.
You made sure the seed was not planted in stony ground
Nor did you let it fall among thorns.
Neither did you deceive me with soil that appeared good
But hidden within were seeds of many weeds.
You, the choicest of Nurturers
Have given me virgin soil
With no stones, thorns, or deceptive seeds
You allowed my word to be planted deep within
And kept it moist and aerated
And spoke kind words of belief and faith
And hope for the struggling life to break soil.
My Word in the struggling life
Will not disappoint you
But will spring forth a plant in a day
Whose flowers will follow the Sun in its tracks
Whose fruit will be the Love of God
And Union of Souls unto you.
Your soul and mine.
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