My Spiritual Expeditions
Forty-Five years ago, it was, then
I held my Bible, as a close friend
Yelled loudly and thumped my finger
If you don’t believe like me; a sinner
In my self righteous indignation
Looked upon folks as heathen
However, I’ve mellowed ~ now
And it took time to not publicly bow
Hoping they’d see how pure I was
Now, I thank the cow and applause
The nobel gift given for me to eat
And I remember its life once sweet
I no longer take my hammer to condemn
I no longer stand on sidewalks, yelling at them
Using my self righteous orations
I now let men become God’s creations
Because in forty-five years, I’ve learned
God is patient with me, and I’ve not yet burned
He has taught me many things anew
That are not in The Bible’s world view
How I’ve grown in His paths of pain
And, many times, I thought, I’d go insane
Mountains and low valleys, oceans deep
Here over there, His paths for me
In the process of my journey
Sorrows, and overcoming, perhaps with attorneys
Maybe meandering in his valleys
Or keeping earthen scores with tallies
Fighting windmills in my pasts (other lives, perhaps?)
Fighting self, and waring forecasts
And God allowed me the padded room
Giving me time to beat my tomb
Letting me cry and repent
Allowing mercy and grace of discontent
To come out the closet in my time (not gay)
But He, offering His Holy dime
And so I’ve been, for my paradigm
And learned of The Magi at Christmastime
Astrologers, and Watchers, who seek
Have answers, I’ve known, ever so deep
Have known things others; unaware
Because God had me at His foursquare
Right where I’d should have been
But, not at a church, but within
His secrets and magic and faith
Of moving. Mountains and wrath
Blessing a tree, or a child
Holding an animal with a wounded smile
Healing with herbs, speaking His love
Empathy and mercy, tasks from above
Royal insight, knowing His secrets
Before any man because of my allegiance
Bestowing on me, His gift of forgiveness
To give it to you when it’s not even Christmas
My expedition (poem) answers the present questions: Where I am now at in my life as far a spiritual consciousness. My poem also uses natures and healing to respond to another of Catie's questions. I address, my thoughts, about reincarnation how I perceive life and death. Sponsor of poetry contest is Catie Lindsey... Thank you, Catie
5.22.2016
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