Sprinkle: Dedicated

stood he on edge of cliff
of such breathtaking height
that his head did spin

knew he had to jump
for time had come
to learn to fly

wings of faith
holy and pure
vibrating ready

thought of spiritual sister
only one who spoke
the words “Holy” and “Pure”

simply saying these
with condemnation none
brings closer to Father

He
who grants
wings of faith

thought he
of her
by his side

and said he to she
when we do fly beneath a sky
sequined black velvet, opalescent blue

through galaxies
large and minute
what shall we do

speak, write, paint
create
give life where due

but to learn to fly
we must jump
ready, set, go

ever with love,
M

Sprinkle: Sparkle

in a way
it could be
that the whole universe
is but a sparkle
in the brook
the runs through
God’s garden

just as it could be
the sparkle
of a brain synapse firing

thus we are
both grand and small
yet equal in God’s eye

the magnificence of the universe
flows through your veins

so it is that you
the One reading this
are a Holy Being…

a conscious sparkle…

Independence Day USA

On this eve of Independence Day, I started thinking about what it all was about… you know, the usual stuff… what is Independence? What is Freedom? What is my responsibility in this area? How does it affect me, others, the world? Politics and corruption… What of those who have none?

And, as you might expect, it all got complicated really fast… just “too much” for this moment.

So I tried to to simplify it and ended up with a thought… tomorrow a whole lot of people will be exercising the Liberty to pursue Happiness.

Cool! Beefburgers!

Yes… well, actually, not for everyone… and a bit deeper than just food… like…

What is Liberty? Why is it so precious?
What is Happiness? Why is it so radiant?
How do they merge? A precious radiance?
Or a radiant preciousness?

OK… uh, I’ll just cut it short… and, God willing, perhaps with a bit of liberty, I may pursue some small happiness…

M

Sprinkle: Boats upon the Waters

Thoughts form within
to sail outward as do
boats upon the waters
destinations at times unknown

Each or flotilla sails forth
gentle or hard, heart or machine
arrives, stimulates energy
which radiance returns to thought’s home

Port that sends thoughts forth
from places far away
accepts returning cargo
whose value is yet unknown

With any exchange
its return is positive or not
thus gold are thoughts
whose value is for good

At certain times
perhaps such as this
thoughts float away
as toys upon a stream

Whether out of sight
or floating about
still thoughts give mind a rest
hard to go without

Soon they’re all
just part of life’s painting
boats upon the waters
glimmering in the sun

M

Wisdom’s daughter

In a land distant and close,
an old hermit was, by higher design
accustomed to roaming
valley and hill, field and forest

As happened almost often,
he encountered a fellow being,
a young woman disoriented,
wounded, and weak

At times assisting,
he accompanied her
to edge of forest
and beyond, a bit

Along the way, they spoke
of Holiness and of Purity
of Love Pure and Holy
of Being Holy and Pure

Then discovered both
children of spirit parents
siblings they were,
their love grew, will always be

Upon her path, in her ways
she strove to do well
to become, remain, to be
Holy and Pure

“Holy” embroidered
on white blouse
pulled over, yes
radiates from true Light within

With flash hermit knew
into his life, first time
Wisdom’s daughter
was sent to meet

It’s been said
when Wisdom is companion to man
changed he becomes
in heart, soul, mind

And the hermit was…

When at last they came
to a land that she knew
he stopped and she, strengthened, turned
looked him fondly, eye to eye

Said he to her, “Go,
for as surely as the Lord lives,
you must return
where I cannot accompany you

“For in your land, as did you here,
bewildered, lost, wounded I become
and my time, my task
is not yet done

“A while more must I remain
in province of those lost
encounter and accompany them
along a path, for a time

“If think of me you must, as I will of you,
may remembrance place
upon your lips, as mine, a brief smile
Holy, happy, and warm.”

“Say no more, dear brother” she replied
“for I’ve come to end your task
invite to stay where you’ve been led
in this good Kingdom, of the found.”

And the sun shone
upon meadow where they stood
the flowers that grew
knew…

M

Sprinkle: A Candle

A candle burns,
radiates heat and light,
brightens all around.

In order to live,
flame must have
heat, air, shelter (from the wind), and fuel.

It has and is life,
as we do and are.

Yet of what worth is a candle
if none benefit
from its light?

Though beautiful it is,
may the real wonder be
when it is observed?

In giving its glow
candle is fulfilled,
yet a mystery exists
in acceptance of the light.

Candle

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Both observer and observed
alive, a part of life,
thus are Holy.

Wax and wick
of the finest,
for flame to be Pure.

Candles are many,
flames are bright,
and we are they.

M

Uh, about my food?

Your food? Well…
we take extra special, expert care with that…

just as we do with
your air…
your water…
your soil…
your…

M
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