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Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

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From Lush to Love

This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830.  Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one.   I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope.  Thanks, Tobeme!

Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887
Woman Hanging Laundry by Cammile Pissaro, 1887

 

From Lush to Love

In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush

resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush

life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope

so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table

the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled

In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine

stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line

She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized

Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised

she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn

so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend

so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line

she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine

he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace

to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place

she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart

as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start

he developed a positive out look on life and love

Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine  at the table…

the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled

~CordieB.

Another Quote for the Day:  Don’t let ’em steal your joy ~Sinbad

Quote for the Day:  We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

 

Spritual Riddle…I am the Greatest Spirit of All!

~Love Tames.  CordieB.

~Love Tames. CordieB.

I am kind and patient; not boastful or proud…

I am all knowing, yet humble; not boisterous or loud

I am secure in my stead; not untrusting or jealous

I keep no scores of bad deeds;  I’m forgiving….unrebellious

I am thankful for mine; of your’s I’m not envious

I don’t hold resentment to ferment my soul…

In-line with my spirit, it is compassion I hold!

I’m not judgmental; I allow others to be…

That which they are; so their souls might be free

Knowing we all are created from the same mighty force

Good, bad or indifferent; of the same Holy source!

I rejoice in the truth; refrain from deception…

Persevere with great hope, amid pain or rejection.

Not easily angered, remaining kind and protective…

Willing to look closely at life from another’s perspective.

I am the foundation of all Creation thereof…

I’m the most powerful, unfailing, Spirit of all

…I Am the Spirit of Love…

~Written by CordieB, Inspired by 1st Corinthian’s 13 and of course….. Love.

Quote for the Day:  When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child; I reasoned like a child. As I grew, I put childish ways behind me. Then I saw but a poor reflection, as in a mirror. Now I see face to face. Then, I knew only in part. Now I know fully and I am fully known.

And now these three remain…

Faith

Hope

Love

But the greatest of these is…

LOVE

~1 Corinthians 13, The Bible

Another Quote:  Knowing is realizing we don’t know it all ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love….

No. I Can’t See the Wind…

No, I can’t see the wind. . .

but I can feel her chill down to my bones..

I can feel her warmth as she comforts my soul…

I see the effects of his force as he bristles over infinite blades of grass;

Each blade dancing individually, yet collectively to the wind’s sweet song. . .

I can see the magnitude of his majesty as the tree branches sway, too and fro…

No. I must admit, I have never seen the wind. . .

Yet, I can see how she touches all and everything…

in unison. . .still, independently…

I have seen how she has changed whole landscapes in seconds…

I have witnesses her bring the 200 year old mighty oak to the ground…

I watch her invisible force lift vast oceans onto shores…

I have witnesses her carry a kite into the glimpse of the sun

She gently lifts the sparrow into graceful flight….

He gently runs his fingers through the strands of my hair…

I feel his gentle touch caress my skin…

And. . . there are times when he simply takes my breath away…

Alas, I am but a feather in the wind…

she picks me up and takes me on many experiences,

then she gently lands me on the bountiful land

No.  I confess, I have yet to see the wind. . . himself…

But I feel his effects each moment I live. . .

I feel his presence…omnipotent…

I know his power … and his grace…

and I am ever so grateful for the wind….

I shall forever love the wind. . .

~Written by CordieB.  Inspired by G.

Earth Hour 2009…What Will You Be Doing???

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I Provide the Land, the Water the Air;
Yet my survival might be hanging on the wings of a hope and a prayer;
I do hope you humans will become aware
of my vital importance and begin to care.
I do pray that my inhabitants will learn to share,
My limited resources before I’m left bare.

My purpose is to provide a habitat– a home for life;
Like the husband feels a need to provide for the wife,
I too feel so purposeless when I can no longer provide,
The trees, the fields, the air, the rain, the incoming tide.
The flowers, the soil, the coal, the oil, the oceans so wide.

My gifts that were once so rich and abundant
Are dwindling down due to greed, sloth and redundance.
The atmosphere that once kept me at balance for you,
Is diminishing so quickly–no chance to renew.
I’m saddened my inhabitants may no longer see blue,
When they look to the skies . . .
for the answer that lies. . .
Beyond the horizon, yet right in their eyes.

So share with your brethren whenever you can;
Have love for your neighbors, the animals, the land.
Those God given gifts are all yours to use,
For whatever you want and whatever you choose.

But if you desire for your children’s children to feel the warmth of the sun,
Roll in the green grass . . . Laugh, skip and run;
Hear the woodpecker peck. . .Feel the first morning dew;
The choice is all yours, it’s all up to you.
If you want the next generation to swim with the fish . . .
See the beauty of nature.
On a star make a wish . . .
See the birds, and the bumblebees, and the butterflies fly . . .
Touch the cold winter snow; Feel the heat of July
Take care of my bounty, or else I might die.

~By CordieB

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