Fierce

She is above the law
and does not wear a badge.
she is beyond the rule
and does not need a shield.

With wide open eyes,
she mocks blind justice.
With wide open arms,
she gives peace and mercy.

Without empty threats,
she feels my pain with me.
Without leaving a scar,
she uses a velvet glove.

True to the alchemy,
she transforms love to life.
True to the incarnation,
she instills life with love.

Being of nothingness,
Force to be reckoned with,
Mother, daughter, sister
Wisely says, “Let it be.”

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… with the eyes of God

Seeing with the eyes of God,
I peer through my own façade.

Accepting my personal role,
I wonder what does God see
through the window of my soul.

Listening without deflection,
I shudder in realizing,
I am divine reflection.

The beauty of the flower
is its awesome blossoming,
standing tall in a shower.

While watching without winking,
God’s eyes gleam with gentleness.
So, I stare without blinking.

God’s eyes focus the blurry.
With eyes wide shut, God says,
be happy and don’t worry.

With God’s eyes, love is not blind.
With God’s eyes, mercy is kind.

Joy and Sadness

Joy and Sadness go hand in hand.
Sadness without Joy is despair.
Joy without Sadness is cheeky.

Sadness is vital to Joy’s joy,
adversity provides comfort,
loss increases happiness.

Joy is vital to Sad’s sadness,
confidence overcomes distress,
gain often only comes through pain.

Sadness makes Joy’s joy real,
hope listens with an open heart,
rosy lenses shield helpless eyes.

Joy makes Sad’s sadness real,
teary eyes are gently dabbed dry,
furrowed foreheads are unwrinkled.

Joy and Sadness go hand in hand,
Sadness with Joy is complete,
Joy with Sadness is total.

What

Have ears to hear
eyes to see
and the heart to listen

‘Daddy”
“What?”
Young eyes are guileless
Sincere questions
get
sincere answers

“Dad”
“What!”
Her eyes were wide open
Surprise, surprise
means
shock and awe

“Pops”
“Whaaat!?”
His eyes were glaring
raging outrage
needs
measured response

“Papa”
“Whattt?!”
Older eyes stare intently
Inciting incites
make
authentic truth

“Old man”
“what”
The mirror reflects tired eyes
Looking back
shows
what’s looking back

The heart that listens
has ears that see
and eyes that hear.

Happiness

It was a harsh winter
record snows
record lows

I absorb the sun’s warmth
enjoying the kindness
I am content

It was a harsh winter
money woes
money blows

I bask in the sun’s brightness
peacefully enlightened
I am at peace

It was a harsh winter
wrinkled toes
wrinkled nose

I rest with the sun
embracing the stillness
I have mercy

It was harsh winter
ruined clothes
ruined goes

I sit still for the sun
calm and relaxed
I am happy

Washing the Dishes

The dishes lay there –
left to languish –
frustrated from their purpose.

Left there in the sink –
disrespected –
the stainless steel bowl besmirched.

Sudsing up is good –
reincarnates –
they so want to be useful.

Then too, soiled is good –
real fulfilling –
unsullied is not service.

Cleaning is for them-
Redemption –
as for me it is Practice.

Hear with Heart

My hardened heart must hear the cry of distress
my neighbor is in need, I have-to respond,
it does not take an earth-shaking miracle

“Pray to be filled with compassion, with pity,
with charity for all… come down quickly
from the mountain of conceit”

The marginalized just want to be heard,
I must say, “I am willing” with my whole heart
the healing is in Listening

The abandoned are voiceless from screaming
I realize to change I must be willing to be changed
the miracle is in Acceptance

To get home, we must lean on each other,
and walk together as companions,
inseparable union begins with Trust