Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

My Many Muses

There was a time I couldn't see God at all –
my good muse came to me in many blossoms,
the elevating scent and beauty of such creation
was my lift to higher realms

There was a time, I did not believe there was a God – 
Muse came to me in the form of a grade-school teacher
who told me, I was worth any suffering

There was a time when God was simply a myth,
till a loving wife and birth of a child taught the meaning
of presence

Whatever the good muse, where you and the muse have gathered
in good faith,

there also is God.....

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Jim Slaughter January 14, 2023 at 2:35 PM Perhaps, Joe, but I will never understand why God continues to get all the credit for what we poor humans actually do.

Valsa George January 10, 2023 at 8:07 PM Mysterious are the ways through which God reveals Himself to us ! You happened to meet God through many agents who influenced your life. Again continuing to be in His hold is more important. This kind of open sharing will help others also to find God. Stay blessed dear Joe. Joseph P. DiMino January 11, 2023 at 6:39 AM Hi Valsa -- full disclosure, the wife left me and the children are distant now. But the spiritual revelations seeded, though lying dormant for many years, returned me to life. Blessings my friend. Oh, the teacher, long gone is still a near angel.

Kim Rodrigues January 9, 2023 at 8:58 AM Nice! Certain things point to God. The Buffalo Bengals game was quite interesting, for instance. God bless you, dear one! Joseph P. DiMino January 9, 2023 at 2:02 PM Yes! So uplifting and heartfelt to see so many come together in prayer. On their knees appealing to our loving God, unlike the usual lamp political protest. Sad it takes a tragedy. Blessings my friend.

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2023 at 8:51 AM a very interesting one regarding the muse in relation to God. I enjoyed this. Joseph P. DiMino January 9, 2023 at 1:58 PM My cat sometimes my muse:) It is all God. Our physical eyes could not hold His/her entire image.

Vijay Pandit January 9, 2023 at 5:59 AM You operate on higher realms my friend, having found the meaning of life and happiness. Loving wife and child are among the blessings to live for-- as you so lovingly convey. I feel the graceful voice of your poem. Joseph P. DiMino January 9, 2023 at 1:57 PM Thank you, Vijay; Love is the Face of God. Blessings my friend.

Victor Buhagiar January 9, 2023 at 2:16 AM Great to achieve faith in our creator. Joseph P. DiMino January 9, 2023 at 1:56 PM No other faith needed. Thank you, Victor. Blessings.

James Marshall Goff January 8, 2023 at 8:27 PM So it shall be Joe, nice! Joseph P. DiMino January 9, 2023 at 1:55 PM Thank you, James; blessings my friend.

Speaks Volumes January 8, 2023 at 2:01 PM Definitely a favorite ! Should be poem of the day. The feeling, the meaning , the words you have to say.... Thank you Joe, for this wonderful poem. l hope scores of folk read it. Joseph P. DiMino January 8, 2023 at 6:43 PM Hi Wendy; you made my day. Blessings my friend!