Sacred Spirits that I See

What if we saw the mission of humanity to, first, do no harm?

Would this serve the purpose of getting nations to disarm?

What if we saw the purpose of humanity to protect

The vulnerable that others of the animal kingdom reject?

What if we saw each other as collections of sacred talents,

Instead of looking for ways to perfectionism's pretense?

Would we then seek, on earth,  to incorporate everyone,

Instead of teaching our children, from the different, to run?

It is one of the earth's greatest sadnesses to me 

That so many have taught their children false humility.

As long as we know where our talents come from,

We should celebrate what eternity allows us to become.

It destroys The Sacred Spirit to deny special gifts;

To act as we deserve them also forms human rifts.

Seeing gifts as sacred duties to improve the universe

Is a value system that, to many, seems perverse.

I was told not to see the gifts by which I'd been anointed,

And told to hide them, as if my parents were disappointed.

I was offered up in marriage, to supposedly protect me,

But, he too, was threatened by what he could clearly see.

I thought my mission as parent was that my children exceed

The apparent values of the time, that seemed to be greed.

Perhaps I erred in my pursuit; maybe it was arrogance;

Perhaps many generations will suffer from my pretense.

My children are long-since adults, with their own families;

They have made it clear that they no longer need me.

Though my mother thought me arrogant, as do many;

I am long-since ready to give myself over to eternity.

My continued input into my children's families does harm;

This is not in keeping with my living faith's earthly form.

I put my wisdom and my wit out for the use of those

Who have not, to a sacred mission, been exposed.

In this way, I feel that I remain on earth without attachment.

The unlimited universal time requires this detachment.

I feel that I have fulfilled my primary responsibilities;

What my progeny do from now on, I may not ever see.

In the universe of The Sacred Spirit, we cannot ever tell

In what people and places our eternal energy will dwell.

I have done my best, in my life, to offer the positive;

I believe that this is all we humans are expected to give.

The prophets weren't fortune tellers; they were observant

That many generations, in their arrogance, would not relent.
Those who warn of danger are often seen as danger's source;
I cannot stop the sights, but I cannot feel remorse.

Many are energized by fear and anger, leading to death.
This is the greatest source of my deepest life regrets,
My anger at injustice frightens many away from me.
Is a resigned spirit to the world of old all that's left to be?

I can't seem to quiet myself when I see cause for celebration
This also seem to lead to others' great intimidation.
My passions, I now put on paper, rather than create dissension.
Finding words that help bring peace is my fond intention.

I will go to my grave sad that my children are disappointed

By the path to which, in my earthly life, I have been anointed.

I hope that in some incarnation of their memories of me.

They will accept the greatness of their spirits that I see.

Pentecost Prayer Day 50

Priests have no place in our parenting;
Ministers aren't made to mold minds.
With the advent of human reason,
Superstition should be left behind.

It is more difficult to think for oneself
Than to call upon magical beings.
It is difficult to step back from childhood,
And think about what we're truly seeing.

We're each given our own experiences,
And the collective wisdom of community,
To assist us in framing our goals and paths
On which we're called by The Sacred Spirit to be.

I only do what my gifts and time allow me;
If each of us does, with our gifts, the same,
We will eventually have no more greed;
Our human family, we'll then fully reclaim.

When will human males honor their spirits
In the process that gave humanity birth?
Or, is what the Dalai Lama says is the truth,
Women are the future of peace on earth?

The spirits of men should not be less sacred
Than those of the wombs from which they came.
I believe more must be written to guide them
Back to The Sacred Spirit which they can claim.

My Sacred Son, embrace the honor of your spirit;
I have been holding the flame of your spirit high.
When will you stop being ashamed of this?
Your greatness of spirit you continue to deny.

I am old and cannot continue to be your beacon;
You must choose to go forward or go back.
I will die knowing that your sacred spirit
Was meant to lead others in a righteous track.

I cannot force you to honor the sacred path
For which you were placed upon this earth;
I only know that the spirit you have shared
Will, for eternity, light this physical universe.

I so hoped you would take your ability
To lead others in your strong human wake;
That those who knew and enjoyed you
Would, of your sacredness, partake.

To change the direction that we were given,
Maybe wasn't meant for us, in my limited life.
I still hold out hope that the answer to peace
Is defined by example of husband and wife.

My prayer for Pentecost is that we accept The Sacred Spirit as something to which we, as humans, can choose to aspire.

Pentecost Prayer Day 49

What if we decided that the only morality was protecting innocence,
Instead of hunting for children's mistakes, to exact recompense?
What if we each decided to remember when we were each young,
And then offer to the next generation our glories that went unsung?

Would we create a world where we would all believe in peace?
Would all the competition with, and hatred of, others cease?
I see outside my door, children of every color and family,
Lesbians and single fathers who look like loving parents to me.

How can we continue to find fault with those committed to protect
The sacred, innocent souls that our society often rejects?
It has been a stain upon us that young males of a certain age,
No longer, in the mothering impulses of nature, engage.

Who is to claim these young men after their male selves emerge?
Their masculinity seems to set off less than compassionate urge.
Even the young men deserve protection until they come of age;
Otherwise, their fears are turned into unfocused actions of rage.

My prayer for Pentecost is that we learn to honor the innocence of all instead of seeking to destroy it with our own disillusionment.

Pentecost Prayer Day 48

Rest, Old Mother, you have done what you must do;
It is now time for those you taught to help lead you.
Don't think they don't honor you because they do differently;
They have handled things in their lives you couldn't foresee.

Just as they bowed to your knowledge when they were young,
Please listen to the songs of experience they have since sung.
They want to hold you gently as you may have done to them,
But you continue to fight them, as you would not a friend.

It is time to honor their adulthood and their life's ways;
In peace, let them care for you in your waning days.
They do have your spirit; perhaps what you don't like
Is they, like you, can also speak with your own bite.

Be gentle with them as they do the best they can;
They have the same problems as every human.
Just like a lifeguard they can't help one still fighting;
When you stop, your depression will be lightening.

You cannot change the past, so celebrate it with others.
Responsible citizens are raised, not by weak mothers.
You have been strong when they needed you; now rest.
After you're gone, the universe will still carry on your best.

The spirits of your husband and your deceased son
Remain inside your family until the universe is done.
Your spirit, too, will stay to give others strength,
When the next phase of your life is called to commence.

My prayer for Pentecost is that we learn to rest our bodies and minds as we allow our souls to impart to others our spiritual strengths.

Pentecost Prayer Day 47

It's not that I want my progeny to be like me; I've often prayed for the opposite.
Both of my children, I prayed, would best of their father and my composite.
I preached at them that they had choices about which traits they'd incorporate.
I came to this knowledge little by little; I hope I wasn't, in teaching it, too late.

My religion and some religions before said we are programmed by our parents;
The mistakes they and their parents made have haunted humans ever since.
But there are other beliefs that celebrate the individual talents and gifts,
Rather than setting all who are different, from community of the tribe, adrift.

Some are born to be warriors until all earthly evil comes to an end
Some are born to be interpreters, so that all human voices can blend.
Some do the work of the body; others the work of the mind.
There can be no human progress unless all efforts are combined.

Damn the religious leaders that relegated the dirty work on earth
To positions of disrespect and scorn to which others are given birth.
The work of blood and dirt, as well as the work of the philosophers,
In balance to all needs, is that to which our survival as humans defers.

My children have a balance of my thoughts and their father's skills;
I wish that the honor of both was something our society instilled.
A thinker without those who can bring visions to fruition,
Leaves all physical parts of nature in untenable positions.

Will we stop the competition of those who plan and those who do?
The people who do both well is reflected in only a few.
It is time that we honor partnerships of opposite gifts,
Before we send all of humanity's progress to, backwards, drift.

Many men have been shamed for reflecting any feminine traits;
Though this is the balance that our world, in humans, awaits.
Women have been log-tasked with performing as both parents
When off to industry and war, the male parent was sent.

It is time that we begin to prepare our children and ourselves for peace;
Only with equal strengths, will our progress toward unity increase.
Respect and celebration for different approaches to success
Will keep humanity from our tendency, in fear of change, to regress.


My prayer for Pentecost is that we come to understand that humans can choose what gender roles they play after their own births. Male and female are equal, no matter what came first; our gifts and weaknesses are interdependent.

Pentecost Prayer Day 46

I read a post today explaining the ecstasy of relationship with Jesus/God. http://www.patheos.com/blogs/badcatholic/2013/05/virginity-is-sexual.html

The relationship with The Sacred Spirit is described often in the Bible as comparing in ecstasy to sexual love between man and wife. Clearly, we are supposed to reach a higher plain of spirit when involved in either pursuit. Ecstasy on earth, I believe, is a bit of heaven on earth. But, ecstasy  like the drug named after it, is highly addictive, even when it comes through our religious rituals and practices.

In marriage, we must not ignore our responsibilities to earthly endeavors, like dirty dishes and diapers, in order to endlessly experience ecstasy. So, too, can earthly relationships frustrate us in the pursuit of this spiritual high. We must, in order to be fully responsibly compassionate humans, choose when to turn in and when to reach out.

The Sacred Spirit needs nothing from us other than to honor The Sacred Spirit in all of the physical world. To believe that The Sacred Spirit needs our worship is to diminish the infinite energy of The Almighty. Prayer is sitting in the presence of The Sacred Spirit in whatever is going on in our lives at the time and listening closely for what is sacred about this moment in our own lives on earth.

Pursuit of the next big moment of ecstasy takes away the joy of the small things in our spiritual lives. It invariably leads to the balance of agony. This is a bipolar way to live our lives. "Go with the flow," is much more than an old Hippie mantra; it is a spiritual exercise.

My prayer for Pentecost is that we accept both the fire and quietly burning embers that can be made to flare when the time is right in our earthly and spiritual relationships.

Pentecost Prayer Day 45 Becoming a Baby Again

I read a post today at http://www.patheos.com/blogs/spiritchatter/2013/05/pentecost-for-the-rest-of-us/ in which the author talked about waiting in prayer while we await Pentecost. "Wait" was my daughter's favorite word while she was under my care. Waiting seems to be the hardest thing many of us can do. We don't want to wait; we want to participate.

My daughter was always very methodical in her actions; she didn't toddle and fall. She waited and watched until she felt sure that she had figured out this walking thing. She then got up and walked up our driveway. I wasn't asked or expected to participate in her efforts. I was simply to wait while she did it herself.

When my first grandchild was born, she was a very hyper-aware baby. She was extremely excitable; I say that she moved like a little ferret.  I took great delight in seeing and hearing her hearty laughter. When she was fussy, my way was to try to "cheer her up." My daughter would envelop her in her bosom and say to me, "Mama, stop. Wait. She needs down time, not more excitement." I would watch my daughter absorb all her daughter's anxiety into herself as the baby drifted off to sleep. It was beautiful to behold, but I had no participation on the process.

We want everything to happen on our own time, not in eternal time. Often, especially in relationships, all we are asked to do is wait and watch. Pentecost is a state of being, not a series of actions. We want to go out and infect people with it, but it is usually best to simply wait. Opportunities to share The Sacred Spirit will come to us, just as plants grow toward the sun and animals draw near to a source of warmth emanating from each other.

My prayer for Pentecost is that we learn to watch and wait.