The Wretched and the Rich

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Keep the wretched
with the wretched
they are where they belong.

Keep the rich
with the rich
where they tell themselves
they are more fortunate
and see not the selfish rot
of their souls.

Who is blessed in this life?
We vacillate between
the wretchedness of the poor
and the poverty of the rich.

For truly nothing of this world
has value for it all disappears
with time.
There is but one thing
that rings the bell of truth
only love lasts forever
spinning a golden thread
so fine.

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Hole in the Soul


There is a hole in the soul
where joy drains away
yet perhaps there’s another way.
These holes ripped open
can also allow God’s Light
to shine through.

We cannot always know
God’s plan but we can be
reassured that he loves us
and knows how the story ends.

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1000 Reasons To Be Grateful

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March 17, 2017
I am starting a daily gratitude list to help me remember this prayer: “Dear God, May we always be grateful.”
Truly gratitude is a transformer in our lives. The more I cultivate it, the more joy and serenity I find in my life. Please feel free to add to this list in the comment section…or start your own gratitude list.

1. fresh breezes smelling of loamy ground after a gentle rain
2. little girl giggles that remind me to smile
3. sweet smell of puppies
4. ants marching in a row carrying leaves above their heads
5. raindrops that wash away tears
6. lilacs in the wind
7. friends who make me laugh
8. sweet potato pie with a hint of lemon
9. old men with hairy ears
10. red berries hidden beneath shiny green leaves
11. sweet memories of days gone by
12. mushroom prints that I make during rainy season
13. friends who call just to see how I am
14. walks in the floresta
15. page-turner books cozy quilt on a cold night
16. hic-ups from laughter
17. warm feet next to my cold feet
18. snooze alarms on cold mornings
19. spring water from a house faucet
20. little girls doing cartwheels
21. tadpoles changing
22. rain while the sun is shining
23. walking the beach at sunset
24. Grandmother’s pecan pie
25. books with woman heroes
26. blowing soap bubbles
27. coloring with my grandchildren
28. silly songs I sing for the children
29. birds taking baths in puddles
30. good books with sequels
31. reunions with old friends
32. poetry that lifts my soul
33. fragrance of fresh cut grass
34. grandmother’s rocking chair
35. kitty purrs

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Feeding the Soul

Souls riddled with
macular holes
able to see only
lank and deficiency.

“News” is not longer news
same old stories every day.
I do not wish to hear
of political corruption
terrorists, wars, hatred.

Fill the media of all
the good things people
do every day.
Get rid of movies and games
of violence and death.
Let us fill our minds and souls
wit only that which lifts
us to the Light.

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Perfect Vision

Would that our eyes
had perfect sight
open to the beauty of our world
spilling with goodness.

Can you not see
the grandmother’s smile
as she rocks the babe to sleep?
Let your eyes bask in the glory of God
filtering out all deception
envy and greed.

Let our eyes be filled
with love for all we see
a world of beauty
waiting for us to explore
to see with eyes of perfect vision.

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Grandma’s Elixir

Grandma’s elixir
taken in little sips
throughout the day
“for my rheumatism”
she did say.

A teetotaler except
her elixir. We smiled
as grandma got high.

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Eve’s Apple

Hungry, we eat
and feel empty
we are lonely in crowds
sleep comes with tortured dreams
did we eat Eve’s apple, too?

Everything we encounter
in this material world
can be, should be
a means to communion
with God.
We don’t have to
wait for heaven
God is here with us now.

Put down that apple
don’t take a bite.
God has blessed you
again and again.
Turn away from
the lying snake
to He who gives
you paradise
who gives you life

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