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