There's something about creation

I have a love for all the flowers,  the plants and the trees
I also love the butterflies and am awed by the   bees
Every creature of the universe has become so  dear to me
Whenever I walk among them; I'm as peaceful as can be

There's something about creation that keeps drawing me  inside
As though I have some kinship with the universe outside
Could it be because we're all united through  that breath
That is keeping  us alive and  will raise us up from death?

Whatever be the reason I cannot keep myself from saying
God's beauty can be found in what the universe is displaying
We don't have to travel   to find the beauty and the peace
The universe is a chapel where our souls can find release.

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Challenging moments

Tears are falling down today .. like the  raindrops from the skies
Memories are causing the overflow that spills out  from my eyes
Remembering those who once were there and now have gone away
Encourages my heart to open up with words no one else can  say

Gentle streams of water flow, while sighs are long and deep.
Too many  secrets I have held; how much longer will they keep?
These are the soul's most priceless gems, they are so deep within
Ah the weeping such treasures have caused: I don't know how to begin

Someday I'll have to pull them out and bring them into the light
The thought of such a challenging endeavor is causing me great fright
How does one share those priceless pearls  that no one else has ever seen
Only the soul's own spirit knows; for it alone knows what it will mean.



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Are you ready for the New Year?

 The year is coming to an end and we stop to think again:
What resolutions can we be making ; and how will the new year begin?
Will we have a long long list of things we're promising to do
Or will we be more realistic when  the new year's coming through

Will we resolve to be a little more kind or try to eliminate
The  things in our lives that are most hurtful and make us 'not so great'
Will we try to  take a little more time and create a slower pace;
Instead of following the crowd  through life: running like there's a race

What will your resolutions be as you ring  in the New Year
Will you be pasting  them out online or  whisper them for angels to hear
Will you be creating lots of them that can never come to be?
Have you started your   resolutions yet; you don't have to answer me

God is Everywhere

In the early morning hours when the sun begins to rise
I greet the waking moments with sleep still in my eyes
I listen to the whispers that are softly filling the air
The universe is echoing that : God is everywhere.

The sky is slightly colored by the rising solar glow
Birds are singings sweetly all the hymns that they know
Creatures of the world are slowly moving here and there
All creation is in agreement that God is everywhere.

Whether  I am inside a building or walking along the way
The voice of the Eternal still governs night and day
And though I am not able to  see my Creator anywhere
I have never ever doubted that God is everywhere.

Looking for the quiet

I'm heading to my quiet place, I'm needing a place to hide
It's one of those days when everything is tearing me up inside
I'm needing to find that silence where my soul can finally breathe
I know its here inside me; I have only to look and  believe

Deep inside my being I  venture into that sacred space
Where silence is my healer and I  breathe in needed grace.
It's hard for me to understand  things  beyond  my  mind
So I'm wading around  simplicity to see what I can find

The universe is ever so kind and willing to help me  see
The beauty of every moment, how each one's a mystery
And though some days are cloudy and the skies are sometimes  gray
I know there's always  tomorrow and the hope for a better day.

As you start your day

There is beauty in the gentleness that we share day to day
Reaching out in kindness will always brighten another's way
 Being there to listen can help heal the broken heart
Love is that one remedy that can make all ills depart

When you see a broken soul you  must try  to understand
That they  may not always be willing to take a helping hand
Sometimes just by being there with your heart open wide
You can  be that instrument that releases the hurts inside.

As you're starting every morning and the sun begins to rise
Resolve to be that sunlight for someone's darkened skies
And may it be your  ambition to always be that quiet light
That brings some rays of hope to those enveloped by the night

A cold wind whispers

Beautiful layers of frost lay peacefully on the ground
A cold winter wind whispers and chills everything around
Icy figures are playing on all the plants and trees
While winter leaves an imprint on everything it sees.

"Time to rest awhile" is the theme that fills the air
The universe takes its rest and  snow falls everywhere
Beautiful blankets of white are slowly beginning to fall
Mother earth slumbers  as she is covered by it all.





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Holiday Headlines?

for those who lost their lives to violence this holiday season

Early morning musings had started right away
The headlines left me speechless not knowing what to say
How is that  the holidays have people who  violently
Rob others of their happiness its so  boggling to me

Could it be the stress of keeping up with  society
That moves people to madness: to the killing spree
Is   this consumerism pushing  people to be
So Cruel and  so heartless  and murderous as can be?

What pushes the human mind to snap at such a time
When silent night and deck the halls are the popular rhyme
Shouldn't everyone be happy and their homes  full of peace
Something in that shopping spirit causes tension to  increase

Quiet moments in the evening

Quiet moments  in the evening, when the stars are shining bright
Twinkling, sparkling, softly singing : they create  a silent night
I am  watching as the moonlight dances  across the dark nocturnal  sky
Beautiful images of the universe invite a thought from  you and I

I can hear the winter breezes as they touch upon  my face
Music seems to echo from them; leaving me in mystic grace
There's something about the winter silence, that creates a mystery
All the earth enjoys its slumber while creation hushes you and me.

Are such thoughts the thoughts of  poets or can every person hear
The whispers from the universe that  bring the Eternal one near?
Can every person hear the silence speaking out in its own way
 I believe everyone can hear it; one has only to invite it in to stay.

The Stable.

O see in the stable where poor animals stay
Our Creator and Redeemer on a rough bed of hay
A child so helpless; yet, what power is His
Our God has been pleased to appear such as this.

We see his dear mother, Maria, by name
Recalling the moments when Gabriel came
How gently she lifts Him and whispers with love
My dear little child, Your Father's above.

St. Joseph's  nearby and he nods with consent
For he know Mary's virginity had never been spent
Together they   lived under virginal vow
Increasing the Mystery before us right now

Poor simple shepards are the  first to adore
Before the Babe they prostrate, His blessings implore
Unskilled and unschooled  in the rhetoric of law
Their hearts were instructed  by all that they saw

Finally three wiseman from distant lands far
Seek out the new king foretold by a star
Gold Frankincese, Myhrr: the gifts that they bring
Are appropriate offerings for a God and a king

The story goes on for we recall it each year
Yet what message does it hold for each of us here
Humility, simplicity, or is it love?
For each it will vary, as willed from above.

"The Holiday Carol"

What child is this, what child is this, the holiday carol does say
We can venture a little further this year and change it around this way
What child is this that lays to rest inside both you and me
The babe that's still inside us crying and longing to be free

Can you hear the infant sound that's   echoing  deep within
Calling us back to that innocence where all good things  begin
Back to the spirit which is so pure and unites us to the Divine
We won't have to travel too far for we are the Almighty's Shrine

Each one of us is that  Bethlehem and our lives the shining star
Our actions are the angel hosts that invite others from afar
Everyone us is that holiday carol which others want to hear
There's no  longer need for the manger scene for God is very near.

The choice

I  am here at the gate and am  ready to go inside;
Yet, there is still something that's holding me outside.
I have to let it go now, and move on toward's the light;
Many are the demons that would hold me to the night.

I am making every effort to shake away the hold
That memories from the past use to keep things old.
Only through releasing,  what keeps  me in captivity,
Can  I begin to appreciate what's liberating for  me.

The light is  very near me yet great is the other side
So I struggle for what is good and from the evil hide
I have to make a choice and only one way will  be right
Do I choose to live in freedom or do I continue in the night?


in video below :


Allah: God
Yarab: True God
alhamdulillah: Praise be to God

Light uncovers all concealed

Quiet moments of self revelation the soul is calm and still
Frozen by the silence of surrender which is overtaking the will
Stripped away are all the layers exposed: that which is deep within
No longer stuck inside the hiding; the healing can finally   begin.

What was once a cause for trembling now becomes the soul's true light
That which once held the spirit  captive is that which sends it off in flight
Everything that was once a mystery to one's spirit is  being revealed
Nothing hidden stays so forever the light uncovers all  concealed.

So it is  we're going forward while doubts inside us drop away
What once held us from becoming  is now the herald of  the day
Only the one who has learned to ponder will find this path deep inside
Once the soul begins to self discover there is no longer need to hide.

Trauma and the holidays

So I am hiding from the internet during the  holiday
It's a place of many triggers with darkness along the way
I know that my fragility does not allow for  me to be
As careless as I have been; I have to take care of me

Things that  spark bad memories are not so  good to see
They shoud be quickly discarded; with no more access or entry
Healing during the holidays requires some diligence
And triggers should be avoided; making perfect sense

If you have had some trauma and are a little bit like me
Holidays can be challenging and triggering as can be
You must make some effort: have some safeties   in place
And do  not allow past demons to enter into your space.





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A little bird was singing outside

today as I sat working a little bird was singing outside
her melody warmed my heart and calmed me deep inside
she sang so sweetly her phrases and whistled so very clear
it was like the angels had sent her i felt like heaven was near

 as she sang  I pondered and went to my safe place   inside
immersed myself in some silence and sent the toxins outside
For a moment or two I let go of all the burdnes in my mind
So that I could free myself for graces  I was so needing to find.

when the time of listening was over and daylight near an end
I bid farewell to the singer my sweet melodious friend
she went out to find her night rest and I  to what i had to do
But the memory of those moments I'm now  sharing with you.

Making Peace

You are you and I am me
So let us  live in harmony
If we allow each other space
The world will be a better place

What I may like, you may not
I shouldnt be seeking what you got
Each one of us can indeed
Be the help the other may need.

Working together side by side
Will give to us some healthy pride
Instead of bickering round and round
Let respect among us be easily found

Put away the meanness and  spite
Resolve to settle instead of fight
Tis the season of love and peace
Let every grudge find sweet release

For all who will be alone this holiday

For all who will be alone this holiday or who may be a little sad
Know that there are some angelic beings just waiting to make you glad
Though hidden from our mortal gaze they pass through darkened skies
And carry within them rays of hope to shine on tear-filled eyes.

No matter what burden you may have; no matter how hard the day
If you'll listen to the spirit within; you can hear the angels say
"You're  never ever alone dear one, spirit guides are watching  you
You have only to call in trust and love , we'll help you make it through"

Think of happy thoughts inside think of how strong you really   are
Think of all the things you've done and how you've come so far.
You really are a beautiful soul and though you're  wounded sore
This holiday just might bring you hope if you open your inner door.

Commercial Christmas is Everywhere

Glittering lights of many colors; people racing and running  here and there
Pushing, grabbing,  spending and buying:  commercial christmas is everywhere
Oh how  fun it is to buy and spend: where would we be without the  credit card?
But when the rush has ended and gifts are opened:  financially we're  all scarred!

What is it about the commercialism  that convinces us we need more and more?
We come with our lists of musthaves and wants; but,  we leave with the whole store.
Those who market are the professionals; who  know how to get inside the mind
We are brainwashed into believing what christmas is; and leave the "Baby" behind.

The mixing up of the old  christmas hymns with  holiday madness and stampede
Is all a tactic to create a sense of divine: making our shopping a spiritual need.
Someday we'll all wake up to all of this and decide that the  madness has gone too far
And join the wiseman and the shepards as they follow the Christmas star.













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Why are we stuck on differences?

I hear in my heart a melody
a song for this very day
It echoes within my being
and thus i am moved to say

Why is it we're stuck on differences
and why can't we get along
Why is we find such much happiness:
pointing out another's wrong?

We can make this a better world
if we are willing to try
To work together with one another
even if we don't see eye to eye.

It's not about what "they've done wrong"
but rather on what we can do right
Let's resolve to change our vision
and see everyone in God's light

(reprinted from one of my other blogs)

Back to New Jersey

 I was so very afraid yet I had to go
You would be with me you told me so
The journey was frightening as it could be
But you held your hand out to steady me

Each step of the way I knew you were there
though I couldn't see you I could feel your care
Without your promise I could'nt proceed
Your words and support were all I would need

So I went to that place I feared, once again
While carrying your support deep down within
Whenever I was frightened I remembered to call
You kept your promise, helping me through all

I am writing to thank you my therapist most dear
You have helped immensely through a great fear
Without you I could not  have made it through
So I am writing this to poem and thanking you


With much love:

Joy

In the darkest time of my life

(dedicated to my therapist and all "angels" with much love)

In the darkest time of my life there came  a wondrous light
That led me to a new path that was so wholesome and so right
That light was a someone reaching out with  welcoming hand
And with true kindness and love began helping me to understand

Little by little leading me:  with greatest patience and  technique
My  angel is pointing out patterns and teaching me to speak
Taking me from where I am  while  respecting my own  pace
My guardian from God is helping me to grow in all grace

Without  accepting who I am my angel wont ever  be able to lead
So I must be humble in admitting what I'm still lacking and need
I invite all you who are reading to look deep down  inside
And seek for that special someone who is both light and a guide

Finding a guide

Its not always easy knowing what is the right thing to do
So many people are so ready to be a guide and helper to you
But little  by little you discover:  who's trustworthy and  who's true
Ultimately the final decision is going to be  completely up to you

But if you can't see behind the pretenses or understand the game
There'll  be those who'll  bring you  confusion and also bring you shame
Therefore it's so very important that you find a truthful guide
Who'll  help you learn discernment and also help you learn to decide

Childhood secrets

I was just a child carrying around the secrets in my heart
No one could know what kind of hurt was tearing me apart
So much pain and brokenness inside I carrried all around
People looked at me never knowing the terrors I had found

Hits and hurts were a daily occurance that happened to me
I went to school and was afraid that someone might be able see
All the shame and sorrow I tried to keep hidden deep  down inside
I looked in the mirror and hoped nothing was showing on the outside

Little children don't know why their parents choose to hurt them so
They only know  pain and fear follow them where ever they go
Broken at home these children will always fear  stranger's hand
Why is it   so many adults hurt children; please help me understand

You're not my friend

Tiny teardrops on my cheek:  my heart opens up its door
Feelings of confusion and surprise are now falling on the floor
Why is it those you trust so much can lead you so astray
I'm splashing through the puddles of tears as I walk away.

See the moisture on my face and hear my beating heart
The words you threw at me today have broken me apart
Are you so very insensitive that you fail to see the tears
Every thing you have said today has awakened inner fears.


Please don't tell me you're my friend while cursing all the while
Surely there's no sweetness found  in words so vulgar and   vile
If you want to be my friend : don't expect me to entertain
The company of uncensored words that leave me in so much  pain.

Winter paints a portrait

The golden sun reaches out across the  winter breeze
It gives a gentle warming touch to everything it sees
Though the chill of winter freezes everything in sight
The universe is warmed beneath the morning star so bright.

Frosty figures dance across the early morning sill
While icycles hang in silence: so motionless and still
Barren trees are icing over with a sparkling glaze
While winter paints a portrait for the Creator of all days.

So much beauty is around us in this winter wonderland
That if we ponder it in our heart we'll come to understand
That mother nature blesses us with the seasons of the year
And if we listen deeply we'll hear all her words most dear.

The blessings of winter..

Tiny sprinkles of ice color the ground with frosty display
While cool crisp air forms white puffs with every word we say
Little signs of winter tell us the cold season is in place
While snowy blankets cover the earth with their icy grace

Skies are darkened gray but the earth is sparkling white
The cold of winter freezes all that's  visible in our sight
Coughs and colds are numerous and appearing is the Flu
Winter has its challenges just awaiting me and you .

Though the coldness of winter may tempt us to be blue
Equal amounts of beauty continue to shine right through
Every season has it good points and its bad points too
I wonder how many winter blessings will come to me and you?

Tears are just another way of letting go

It's okay to cry, to let all the those many  tear drops fall
They help us speak when words wont come out at all
Sometimes we need to let those cleansing waters flow
Tears reveal to others the hurts that our hearts must know

Some may say that crying is never a good thing to do
But tears show so purely all that we're going through
Let them fall out and do not try to hold back those tears
They contain all the stories we held in for so many years

Crying is not bad; it's something so natural for you and me
It releases tension and calms whatever shakes us violently
If you want to cry please don't ever be ashamed to do so
Tears are just another way of saying  "I'm letting go"

What kind of flower are you?

In the meadow there are flowers of many colors and many sizes
Each one is so very pretty and as a gift each one   suffices
No two flowers are the same yet when together in a display
Each one complements the other; together they make the bouquet.


 Like the flowers we are so different;  in color and sizes we all  vary
Together we can do great things or alone be   revolutionary
Like the flowers who speak so little; yet accomplish so many things
We can inspire the words that come from every heart that ever sings

What kind of flower are you will you; brighten somebody's day
Will you quietly wave from a distance or touch all who pass  your way?
Will you be more vocal in what you do or be more silent in how you give
What kind of flower are you;  how will you choose to live?

Sometimes we are so weary

Sometimes we are so weary from all that has taken place
We need some quiet moments..we need refreshing grace
Every ounce of strength has dwindled we feel so very weak
We need to go within our being for the energy that we seek

Long days have completely drained us, we feel we cannot see
An end to all the nonsense, it continues so endlessly
Yet we keep on trying  and though we're ready to let go
Something inside us keeps whispering "soon all wisdom will show"

Night holds her beauty

Birds in the window chirping away
Softly their melody sends out the day
Dark is the herald that carries the night
Gentle the glow as the moon shares her light

Quietly emerging the nocturnal sigh
Encourages the night owl's hushed lullaby
Creatures of  evening scavenge the ground
Darkness descends on everything around.

Night holds her beauty as much as the day
We don't have to look far to see her display
The stars  in the sky and the moon all aglow
Continue to remind how God loves us so.

Today will you do me this favor?

Today will you ask all the angels from the heavens above
To be with me and to protect me with their guiding love
They are my dearest friends and  they are with me every day
Remind them  that I am needing them, in a very special way

Not too often will I ask collectively something from  my friends
But my spirit is really needing this;  on it  my courage depends
Please unite together, then, in  asking   the angel band
To be close to me and make things clear so I will understand.

You are all so very  dear to me;  I'll  return this favor for you
I will ask all the Heavens above to bless all you say and do
We're all  needing the help sometimes from the angels  above
They keep us safe and remind us always how to walk in love.

Don't let the beauty escape you

Listen to the universe, she will speak to you
In her plants, in her trees and the rivers too
In the tiniest flower or from  the mountains tall
All creation will whisper to you or she'll loudly call.


There are many things about us we have never seen
We are way to busy working, we are  people of routine
But once we step aside from the normal busy day
We will hear the universe whisper along the way


Take a moment now to listen and be free
Hear the gentle sounds and see what you can see
Perhaps you'll hear a bird or see the bright blue sky
Don't let the beauty escape you or keep on passing by

Tis the Season to be Jolly?

Looking for happiness that will last for all time?
Seeking for peace that will inspire a rhyme?
Stop running for the glittery and glorious outside
You will find all you are looking for deep down inside.

Tis the season to be joilly the old lyrics they say
But how can you be happy with money dwindling away
Its christmas time in the city but how will it start
To become christmas with a meaning inside of our heart

We're running to  the malls like people of routine
We buy and we buy, is this what its suppose to mean
What happened to silent night and the Babe in the manger
We become friends of the bargain and to the Baby a stranger

Wouldn't it be truly  something if some coming year
We could capture why christmas is suppose to be dear
And stop running for garland and lights all aglow
And take time to know the creator who still loves us so

In the moments of not knowing

In the moments of not knowing we surrender and are still
Before the wisdom of the universe and revelation of God's Will.
So we go from what's familiar to places unknown
We tremble before the mystery thats becoming our  own..

We're called beyond our safety unto places insecure
We wonder in our weakness and feel that we're not sure
No questioning is invited we have to let all go
The wisdom and the timing is beginning to show.

Calling on the angels we proceed with greatest care
We trust they are with us though we can't see them anywhere
Before the stranger we will tremble but trust the Spirit to say
Everything that's needed and appropriate for the day

Be kind

Remember that kindness is the best gift  you can  give
It is appropriate at any time no matter where you   live
Reaching out to the hurting soul with the greatest tenderness
Can help them rise above the hurt and give them  peacefulness

Be careful of passing judgement on someone else you may see
Because you can  never be certain that you know  the whole story
Better to practice restraint when judging what may   appear
Than look the fool when the whole truth is finally made clear.

Great wealth

Softly the snow falls to cover the quiet land;
Beauty awakens and invites us to understand.
The wisdom of the universe speaks to us all:
A white blanket appears: we hear the earth call

Not with our ears do we hear the universe say
Things  that would instruct us along life's way.
But with the ears of our heart, we are able to hear:
The voice of creation so simple, so clear.

All the writings in books and  speeches we hear,
Are but shadows of the wealth we have so very near.
In the trees and the plants, in creatures everywhere
The wisdom of the Eternal  is always ours to share.

Take time

Take some  time to listen to what another has to say
Because listening shows you care in a very special way
Take time to be a friend to someone who needs some care
More important than a gift is knowing that  someone's there.

Take time to understand, when things are not just right
If we act without thinking clearly, than everyone's uptight
Take time to lend a hand when someone's  in great need
Never has it been known that God  forgets a good deed.

 Take time to quiet down and back away from all routine
For pondering in the silence shows us things unseen
Take time to be truly grateful for everything  in  our sight
Gratitude inspires the heart and keeps us in the Light

little things

its the little things in life that will make a beautiful day
a tender smile, a kindly word, a hug along the way
sometimes we miss the beautiful while  looking for the grand
If  we could appreciate the little things then we'd understand


When we open our curtains there is always a stretch of sky
theres also trees and plants around just to please our eye
The sun is always shining though sometimes we can't see
without all these little things where  would our world be?


 we don't need a great big sign to tell others what we do
its enough to love alot and be kind our whole life through
all the money in the world wont make us sparkle more
but if we have a loving heart we can open up any door.

Hope for the little one

Little one what is it you are carrying  in your heart
Why are you  feeling  so hurt and   torn apart
Tell me why your eyes are releasing so many tears
Know that the angels are with you in your fears

Little one there will be  relief for you some day
All the  terrors that frighten you will soon go away
Take comfort in the knowledge that God is near
And soon  you will be knowing  freedom from your fear

Little one you don't have to carry all that pain alone
You don't have to keep bearing those hurts on  your own
There are those who are willing  to give some help to you
Don't be afraid to tell what you are going through.