THE WHISPERING WOODLANDS
The whispering woodlands
Awoke Love in me.
Whoever said
It could never be?
Those rays which reach
My heart and subside
Can comfort the thoughts
Of all
But those who hide
From the One who walks
In Heavenly places,
And awaits on all
To show His graces.
No bounds are known
To He who faces
The ruler of the earth
And all his disgraces.
Walk on, Son of the One
So great,
And allow the work
Never to abate.
For the day draws near
When all will see
The sorrowful face
Of their own destiny.
But some will see
And feel and know
That Love can grow
Wherever He may go.
So, come Destiny
Do not delay.
The force of Christ
Must make its way.
By Dorothy M Rowatt (2003)
Copyright © Dorothy M Rowatt
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THE LIGHT WORKER'S WAY
I would like to dedicate my poem to all Light Workers:
Our roads entwine,
We make our way.
We wait upon
The breaking day
For His work, not yours,
Or mine.
We must only wait
To see
The reason for life's
Destiny.
But no one walks the road
Alone;
For His hand, yours and mine
Will lead us to where we
Belong.
Just wait awhile and
You'll see the gifts.
For if your eyes will seek,
They'll surely find
A wanderer
Who needs your help
And mine.
By Dorothy Rowatt (2004)
Copyright © Dorothy M Rowatt
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THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT
The still and steely silence
Drove my sleep away.
No bumps, no bangs,
No clunks, no clangs
To tense my gut as in day.
Fresh fields to roam
Not far from home.
A succulent mouse
Or perhaps in someone's house
Some mince left out on a tray.
Be ever vigilant.
The coast must be clear.
What I do is not for a seer.
My owner would shake
And shout and create.
I'm her lovely soft boy.
When I'm near she knows joy.
"But for Heaven's sake!
What time can it be?
No Pussie, not yet.
Go back to your bed.
It's only four;
Too early to open the door.
Okay, I can see
There's no peace for me."
So she let me go to roam,
But she wants me back home
By dawn.
When she has her first cup of tea.
By Dorothy Rowatt (2004)
Copyright © Dorothy M Rowatt
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I AM THAT
by Jayne Meyers
spark of divine flame breathed into form;
creator and created
of father-sky and mother-earth.
I am that. I am.
ocean, mountain, desert, forest
strong as a tree trunk,
light as a feather.
that, too, I am.
and raccoon and rabbit,
owl and eagle,
snake and dragonfly,
tiger and lamb,
I am that. I am.
a-men-ket, she whom I was eons ago in egypt,
the name meaning love and peace
jeshua, st germain, isis, ariel, melchizedek, metatron,
the christ within
kundalini expanding, exploding,
I am that. I am.
and thoth, plato, davinci and mozart,
shakespeare, blake, vermeer
the music of the spheres,
I am that. I am.
eternal fire made pure anew --
the formless into form,
the nameless and the named.
and all of this, too, I am.
I am that. I AM.
Jayne Meyers © 2008
One of my poems I'd like to share with all of you - Feel free to forward as long as copyright info stays at end of poem.
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