O Thank You, Sadness!
O Thank You, Grief!
O Thank You, Rainfall!
O Thank You, Breeze!
O Thank You, Loving!
O Thank You, Pause!
O Thank You, Father!
O Thank You, Ma!
O Thank You Brothers,
Seen and eternal unseen
I feel your essence
I become the Essene.
O Thank You, Spirit
O Thank You, Child,
O Thank You, Heart,
For a nature that is wild!
O Thank You, knowing
And freedom free-willed
O Thank You, forgiveness
O Bless the Whiporwill ( bird of forgiveness)
O Bless my small mind
Opened to its wise
Align with me your Knowledge
Alight in me Sublime!
O Cosmic Comedy
Thanks for this flowing rhyme
Thanks for the slowness
Thanks for all this Time.
O Thank You, Buddha
And the Mighty Boddhi Tree.
My mother is a classroom
My father needs a freed!
O Blessed Angels, I hear you
But sometimes you have to shout!
When I let my river flow
My tears fall quickly out!
At the end of the pool in which I wade
I see no waste in my dying.
No Love in vain is made!
An Angel’s Song
“If you only knew how much He loved you
You’d feel God’s magnitude.”
I need you, my Winged Healer
To adjust my attitude.
For all the times I did not see,
Lost within my mood
I needed your deep presence
So I could taste eternal food.
If it weren’t for you
I might not have ever tasted
The times I lost myself in grief
Was time spent in life abated
To not see you for who you are
Is time spent in the wasted.
I was blind but my heart did know
I’m blind to you
My heart did show.
I love you still
My heart doth grow
A purity and strength
A blessing and a grateful
If it weren’t for you, Winged Healer
I’d never be so abled.
Now things are easier
You cut through my onion layers.
I’m used to hiding vulnerable
I’m used to all naysayers.
When you sat with me
In times of grief
I learned of my Soothsayer
For you, my love, an inkling of
The Life you made a saver.
A purity and strength your heart is
And I’ll transform to minstrel player!!
I’ll dance it thee
As gift to God
A devotee of the dance!
Your melody has stayed me
And humbled cocky prance.
Thank God for Grace
For opening, for a thirst
For your good knowledge
Eternal time is spent
And I go imbued with
Your Love’s Due College.
Empathy is Poetry 