Who I Am

I am not my body,
nor am I my mind.
I am not your opinion
of me — good or bad.
I am of the spirit
manifested by my Creator
now and throughout all time.

In His Steps

Follow me, trust my every step.

I place my foot where He has
trod, and feel the love He
has placed in the footprints
in the sand. Our connection
remains forever firm, as the
tide washes away the trail.

Without Passion

A life without passion
would be unthinkable…
hate me, love me, but
never be indifferent.

How our indifference to
the sufferings of others
buries this world in
the smoldering embers of hell.

Sugar Cane

Stalks tower above
our heads, a sea of
sugar cane that our
horses munch as we twist
and turn for three days
through this maze. Our
guide transverses it with
ease. At first I am
fascinated as we ride with
great plumes above us,
but soon, I grow tired
of the tedious, confining stalks.
Oh, how I long for the ever-changing
scenery our group had passed earlier.
I grew to understand how diversity
creates a blend of beauty.

How often we try to be like others
or insist they be like us. Yet
nature offers an astounding array
of variations. Perhaps by learning
to love our differences, we can embrace
each other’s uniqueness, giving our
lives the blend of perfect love.

Yike! A Bug

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Killing a bug
is a moral dilemma.
I do not want them
on me or in my food.
Yet, how precious is life.
I expect the bug feels his
life is dear to him.

Yesterday I killed a bug
I was sweeping out the door.
The moment I stepped on him,
I felt a sing cell die in
my heart. Would that I could
love as my Creator does, so
that all life is as one
and each of equal value.

I, The Ballerina

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Ballerinas fascinate me –
such grace, balance, control.
All my life I have pretended
to be a tiny ballerina,
delicately flitting across
the stage of life.

Just as I pause to leap
into the air, legs split,
hands delicately above
my head, someone shouts
“Hey, Pat, come help me
move the refrigerator!”

New Worlds

Experts tell us
new stars and universes
are constantly being formed,
the Creator creating to infinity.

Do we also live again and again,
co-creating our own worlds? If we
live forever, spiraling through
unending universes, is this heaven
or hell? Or neither? It is what it
is. We are what we are, but “what
are we?” remains the question on our lips.