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Findlater Castle overlooks the Moray Firth
In Scotland's north, situated on a quartz perch
Norse named, fyn leitr
The white cliff, for King Alexander
1246 historical note
In the books of the past
Historians quote
Built to deter an attack from the north
From Norway's, King Haakon the IV
Viking marauder, plunderer of Scots
Perishing's of both, after they fought
The Castle that stands
In the year 2009
History in its fading walls
Stand the test of time
To the Mullery family
Who breathed the air
Around the history and memories there
In its Aura, they have shared
" A short poem dedicated to Patrick my colleague
whose daughter was totally taken by their visit to Findlater Castle "
7/11/23
As a new day comes
Had to find out what I'm truly made of
In a world full of fake love
That's the I hate cuz
One of the reasons I'd take drugs
And always stay drunk
Getting closer to climbing the ladder of Jacob
Already been up eight rungs
All of it paid none
Unsure of what I'm destined
All that's left is butterflies inside intestines
And a pool of water with my reflection
An endless struggle to find connections
Ironic, since there's endless people, it should only take nine seconds
All of it re-evaluted and I question
Just like my life's direction
It often backfired on me, even when having the right intentions
Now I'm learning all kinds of lessons
Dealing with different types of lemons
While the moon dives around seven
Or when the sun starts to rise toward heaven
It all started over a year ago
Here we go
With this again
They say it'll work itself out in the end
I understand the differences
It's a curse, yet a gift to live
Life's not fair just the way it is
Deep down inside I kept hurting
Thought I was a clever earthling
For it all I remember searching
Found what I didn't want, it's been hectic and disturbing
In the grass snakes forever lurking
None of my methods were ever working
Many lessons I was never learning
Until I got all these embers burning
Now the engines purring
And propellers turning
Although I lost sight of the goal
No longer feeling whole
There's a piece missing from my soul
I'm usually a nice guy, but I'm not in full control
I lose it at times because they often pull
The wool over our eyes after putting us through bull
It all has taken its toll
Time I take a stroll
To the North Pole
I no longer deserve coal
Since I'm not doing the same ole'
I listened and, though faintly,
heard the breaking of the day.
It sounded as a rooster's crow;
the cricket's song fading away;
The splitting of the morning air
by eagles' wings in flight;
the ringing of the church bells
and the crack of dawn's first light.
I looked and saw the parting clouds
acknowledging the sun,
like the opening of the curtain
when Act 1, Scene 1 has come;
Like the awesome entrance of royalty
into a crowded room;
like the joyous arrival of new life
from a mother's ripened womb.
I felt, in that brief moment,
that this was special, not mundane,
not like evening with its setting sun
or a rainbow after the rain.
This was different, not redundant,
never graced by poet's say;
and it was a new beginning,
first light of a brand-new day.
My dear child, you may not know me
But I do know you to a tee.
I know when you sit down and rise
Your ways are clear before my eyes.
I fashioned you in my image
Your existence is not a whim.
I knew you before you were born
and was present on your first morn.
You were chosen at creation
Your existence is no mistake
I chose the moment of your birth
and where you would live on the earth.
You are wonderfully complex
I even determined your sex.
Since your birth, I have been with you
through good times and the bad times too.
You have been told lies about me,
that I do not care about your needs
that I am angry and distant,
and that I am nonexistent.
Please know that none of this is true
I care completely about you.
I sent my Son from up above
to demonstrate to you, my love.
As your Father who lives above
I want to lavish you with love.
I am better than your earthly dad
whose actions at times made you sad.
My gifts to you are always good,
To cause you harm, I never would.
I have great plans for your future,
to spend eternity with you,
Come to me, My Child, I love you.
Let’s enjoy a feast, just for two.
When I think of you, my heart sings
I’m eager to show you great things.
Seek after me with all your heart
and never from my will depart
Please, let your heart delight in me
And I'll bless beyond degree.
When you are down, I’ll encourage you
When troubles come, I’ll comfort too
When your heart breaks, I will be there
to hold you close, because I care.
One day, I’ll wipe away all tears
and banish all cares, pain, and fears.
I am your Father, do not run,
I love you as I love my Son.
Through Jesus, my love for you shows
‘twas for you He endured sin’s throes.
He revealed that I am for you
I sent Him down, your heart to woo.
Receive my Son and receive me,
and bonded forever we’ll be.
None shall sever you from my love
You’ll have your own mansion above.
Come home, I’ve planned a feast for you
and all my other children too.
I’m your Dad, from me you were beguiled.
I’m asking, will you be my child?
The Bible is said to be the Word of God -
a belief that many people regard with awe.
But I have several questions that I need to ask.
First, do I need to ask forgiveness for taking God to task?
I have no desire to offend anyone or say anything unsavory,
but is it the Word of God that there be no commandment against slavery?
I do not want to create division or schism,
but why is there no commandment against racism?
Some years ago, a family member of mine was assaulted.
Many of us were in shock, with mouths agape,
which led me to ask why
is there no commandment against rape?
When I asked this next question, the replies
were uncomfortably vague and obtuse.
Why is there no commandment
against child abuse?
And why, in the Old Testament, are there so many accounts depicted
of these horrific crimes being committed?
I refuse to accept the notion of a vengeful God,
but how could a divine being be so...flawed?
If I'm going to believe in God,
then I'm going to believe in one that's loving and forgiving;
but after years of church and Bible study,
I have to say that I have misgivings.
Nowadays, I am less religious and more spiritual,
coming as it does from observation - mostly empirical.
For me, faith is not a given.
In my heart and mind, it is a constant struggle -
a debate with much argument and rebuttal.
Through it all I continue to pray
hoping, anticipating, that the grey
clouds of doubt will lift
and the Creator will see that I do not go astray.
Sorry, I've not been around
But for Christmas time...I was Texas bound
I hadn't time for poetry
First time there...had much to see
Like longhorn bulls, in tamed stampedes
Cactus plants and tumbleweeds
Saw Dallas Cowboys and their fans
Then lightning came...made other plans
I went to see, a southern show
Bull-riders lassoing at a rodeo
Ate Texas toast and eggs with grits
Didn't agree, gave me the ..... (lol)
But all is well, and I'm back home
Now I've got time...to write a poem
Hope ya'll, had a blessed Christmas
Sorry about, your poems I've missed
But I'll catch up...I'll read the soup
Get myself, back in the loop
Get myself, back into gear
Wish ya'll...a nice New Year
Then see you after...in poetry
Swapping smiles...you and me
Sharing writes and sharing time
Thank you...dear friends of mine
Stand on a hill and scatter my ashes in the wind that I may truly be a part of the nature that I have loved;
And after, whenever you feel the warmth of the sun, remember the warmth and the depth of my love for you.
When you see the leaves of the trees dance merrily in the wind or see the Autumn wind chase them playfully along the ground, remember the joy with which I ran the fields with my dogs who were always my best friends.
When you see the falling rain as it replenishes the streams and growing things, remember how I tried to nourish you in every way.
Remember the things I tried to teach you, how I was there for you when you cried, were sick or in trouble. Even when you didn't want me or didn't know it, I was there.
When you see the winter snow remember the snowmen we made every year when you were little and the warm hearth that was always there for you.
Hear my laughter in the wind and the pitter patter of the rain.
Feel the warmth of my love in the sun and know that I have loved you with all my heart.
Love,
Mom
You started this off simple enough
It's not like pot is a drug
Certainly can't do any harm
And after all it's natural
You take a few puffs with a few of your friends
With no way of knowing you won't be content
You've heard it leads to stronger things
You say maybe for them but not for me
But then you are offered a little pick me up
As you're standing in line for a line of the stuff
It's only for fun it's not like you need
So you do a toot with the attitude of take it or leave
Then a friend says to you have you tried pills with booze
And you spend the whole night without an inkling or clue
Of where you are going or where you have been
Be careful of who you tend to call friend
Before you know you're left with little hope
Would anything have change if only you'd known
And to think this started off simple enough
After all it's not like pot is a drug
It is that season again
When men are men
In the upper class ready to defend
Their social status as leaders
With innocent images of being sweeter
Finding ladies to be courted
Despite not being able to afford it
Girls flip the magazine pages
While their beaus make their wages
For one evening out
Acting mature looking good no doubt
They call it a formal dance where the chivalry carries the gentlemen lance
Escorting their ladies
Who were childhood mate tees
Filled with beauty talk they have that certain walk
Onto the dance floor
Innocent romance in store
Prom night is here and trying not to sneer
Since it is good bye to friends
After thirteen years together in one community of academic social mends
It is your stand, your plan to take command
Kids no more saying kindly adult hood open the door
My healthy right mind
is not one likely to retain left brain
disparate details
more than elastic and interconnected trends.
So it has been with U.S. religious history recall.
I live immersed in impressions of indigenous communities
without investment in distinguishing
relationships within ecological nature
from communications between theological spirits;
without language capable of recognizing difference
between left brain either/or outside transcendent divides
and right mind both/and inside immanent imminent dialogue.
I remember early religious cultures
were also natural tribal communities
of profound communication resonance.
I seem to remember prophets for change,
for renewed faith communities,
were those whose personal immersion experiences
within nature/spirit
ecological theologies
were marginalized,
considered heterodox
and/or not colonizingly competitive enough
to safeguard patriarchal fertility
regenerativity
sacred communion
of Earth's interdependent health/wealth web
inherited from faithful progenitors
and projected to continue only without multicultural change
by uniformly utilitarian future robotic generations.
While U.S. religious history
is dominated by exodus trends,
advocates of old time religious revival
often break off from frozen icebergs
claiming it is no more possible for Earth's sinful nature to change
than it is for a transcendent god of punishing jealousy
to change His ever-loving mind about evil nature, fallen
down and up
in and out against good healthy HolySpirit.
Yet this Great Transitional divide,
when we consider global religious history
back to indigenous nature/spirit immersion experience
of multiculturing EarthTribes,
appears like a Great Fall
after, and maybe not before,
this human species became supremely self-anointed prophets
of self-inflicted divine realms
inspiring more of a Great Rapture
co-arising communal healthy wealth
back when prophets
and sages,
seers and witches
were being devoured by dinosaurs,
decimated by protracted frozen winters,
unseasoned steamy swamps
of nature/spirit immersion
in marginalization experiences.
Could it be
that ecological empowering relationship,
or lack thereof,
predicts theological communication,
compassion,
and lack thereof?