So very lovely. Thank you. And in another synchronicity (though not as perfect as last Friday's), Jan Phillips' Bulletins from Immortality today contained her poem Sonnet of Desire.
Sonnet of Desire
The God to whom I prayed no longer dwells
on white celestial clouds aloft in space.
Against this childish notion I rebel,
rejecting, too, the lie we fell from grace.
The Holy One said we could do as he,
“Greater things than I” is what he said.
So why call out for help on bended knee
when we can heal the sick and break the bread?
Like children letting go of false beliefs
we bid farewell to creeds that we were taught
to wear the robes of healers and of priests
admitting we are one with what we sought.
If this we’d do with tenderness and grace
what hope would rain upon our human race.
Jan Phillips
Not as lyrically lovely as yours, but similarly full of truth and inspiration.
This poem spoke to me, helped me answer a question about the Christmas season and all the hoopla surrounding the masses who wrap and tie themselves up in what they call JOY this time every year, only to return to a void that no monetary gift can fulfill. I am grateful to not have to buy into the hype. And I
am grateful to you Phyliis! You are a gift. Keep unwrapping!
Knowing that we have stardust in our bones plus my ancestral stories of the sky people...there is so much we do not 'know' with our brains but know deeply in our bones.
Lovely. Timely.
Trails of forever light!!!
Bravo Phyllis! Moved me to tears. Beautiful 🙏
And this: “We’re sparks of blessing in the holy dark,
light sent down from invisible stars” 💫
A blanket of tender hope.
We feel the fire in our spirit-bones...
Beautiful poem and I loved reading about your process too. So much wisdom shared. Thank you!
Good thoughts very well expressed; spiritual, wholehearted, openhearted...
I thank thee.
Beautiful, Phyllis, so much my own experience. I feel the in-spiration of the last two lines. They breathe not only into me, but out of me, out of us.
So very lovely. Thank you. And in another synchronicity (though not as perfect as last Friday's), Jan Phillips' Bulletins from Immortality today contained her poem Sonnet of Desire.
Sonnet of Desire
The God to whom I prayed no longer dwells
on white celestial clouds aloft in space.
Against this childish notion I rebel,
rejecting, too, the lie we fell from grace.
The Holy One said we could do as he,
“Greater things than I” is what he said.
So why call out for help on bended knee
when we can heal the sick and break the bread?
Like children letting go of false beliefs
we bid farewell to creeds that we were taught
to wear the robes of healers and of priests
admitting we are one with what we sought.
If this we’d do with tenderness and grace
what hope would rain upon our human race.
Jan Phillips
Not as lyrically lovely as yours, but similarly full of truth and inspiration.
This poem spoke to me, helped me answer a question about the Christmas season and all the hoopla surrounding the masses who wrap and tie themselves up in what they call JOY this time every year, only to return to a void that no monetary gift can fulfill. I am grateful to not have to buy into the hype. And I
am grateful to you Phyliis! You are a gift. Keep unwrapping!
Love these lines, “leaving behind trails of forever light
for the sake of souls we’ll never see.”
Love this:
We feel the fire in our spirit-bones:
It carries us through even the starkest night,
leaving behind trails of forever light
for the sake of souls we’ll never see.
Knowing that we have stardust in our bones plus my ancestral stories of the sky people...there is so much we do not 'know' with our brains but know deeply in our bones.
....so many layers to contemplate in this poem.....Thank you.....
This is so beautiful - stops me in my tracks and helps me to just breathe in the truth and mystery. Thank you!