Touching Faith

you have your doubt
because doubt
is the bars of a cage
you believe in.
you see only
a blurred world of illusion.
still gently as the breath prays
the soul dreams its way
out of every prison people create,
including the fear
that leads to lack of belief.
Lover, it's your heart we seek
inside our own. you have felt
the breath of Him on your skin
until you named it wind.
how can we know
we dress things in our own
sense of limitation?

if i placed a star in the palm of your hand,
you would feel the way
the earth feels when it becomes
a mother to a forest of seeds.
behold the star now.
if you believe it
is what you view from earth,
balance it in the palm of your hand.
if you can't, you have touched Truth,
allowing your heart the faith
of the entire universe.

(a rough draft still in progress)

forget about time

look into this day.
this universe
of Love is
not time.
why?

His
Love will
sift through
any hour glass
untouched, unchanged.
it will always be. it will always be Love.

THANK YOU NOTE FOR THE BIRD

you don’t need a fairy
to carry you, bird.
you fly fine on your own.
and i don’t need an angel
to heal the hurt.
i just need your song.

SOUL'S SOUNDS

her voice like
her guitar was
out of tune
so she turned
the notes
to shades of gray
and the sky bloomed
songs like drums
and thunder.

faith played
a holy song
through her.
she gave God
her music,
off-key,
but still
beautiful
as any other
love song for Him.
she knew nothing
about lyrics,
only that the universe
seeks those willing to sing.

ROOTS AND SEEDS

to mention them all
would take a lifetime.
here are just a few:
tulip, tomato, woman,
river, camel, whale,
raindrop, star, bird,
pearl, lion, cloud,
tree, beetle, moon…

if you were to search
within each one
and search within again
and again and again,

farther than any microscope
could go, you would be amazed
to find every atom swirling
around and around and around
the One. within you is a root
going back to Him that contains
the answer to every secret,
the remedy for every doubt.
the heartbeat of everything
in the universe. you, alone,
would be nothing if you knew
you are not you, but a God-seed
of the eternal Truth.

LETTING GO OF THE POEM

there is nothing sweeter
than realizing every other hunger
is nothing more than fear.
the words we utter to fill us
in the silence are lost.
in God, that silence is nectar.
and, yes, we may battle
the meaningless for a lifetime.
not every habit can be broken,
but recall His mercy.
He knows you think
you need to be a poet,
a poet, who must craft poems
before he can let them go
then loses track of the reason
he wrote...
your words don't matter any more
and that is the beauty of Love.
do you hear Him in your shame
in your heart tonight?
this page is not blank.
why be so afraid you babble
in a languageless place?

THE FIRST NIGHT

"one winter night,"
He said,
"I decided
to mold the stars
with a substance
that would look
from earth
like my Light
so that in
times of doubt,
you would see
I am there
no matter what
you see tonight."