From Earth to Eternity

Do we ever stop longing for our children to come home,
Even when they have lives and children of their own?
Perhaps it is like the longing also of The Creator
Hoping we will return to our sanctified natures.

As parents we must set them free to explore their own values,
Even when they are not the life systems that we choose.
We pray they find their own paths that will eventually lead
Back to the Light of Love that we all so desperately need.

It may not happen in our time or our earthly place
Because we are unable to, ancestral hurts, erase.
We stand with open hearts and arms hoping for reunion
In the Eternity in which we will, with The Creator, be one

Amends and Alienation

I don't often ask for leadership roles,
Yet many have followed me.
I'm often going down blind alleys
Just to see what I can see.

I am told that I was the leader
Of my sisters and brothers.
What is it about my presence
That instills confidence in others?

Am I really responsible for
The wrong turns they've taken?
Or have they, their own
Accountability forsaken?

I have come to ask myself
If I'm a poisonous presence
With a faulty set of values
As my very essence.

I have thought that I encouraged
Those I love to strive to be
The very best of themselves
That I thought I could see.

Perhaps I was mistaken
And was encouraging false pride,
As my mother often said
Of me before she died.

I am now left with doubt
And am filled with fear
That I've actually been destroying
Those I had held most dear.

It seems that my attempts
At making earthly amends
Has led to my alienating
Those I thought were friends.

Should I now hide myself
In stark solitude,
Praying for forgiveness
For having destroyed good?

I am waiting for a mission
To present itself.
Or am I really hoping
That I can become someone else?

My Celestial System

It would be so easy never to love, once so much of what we loved has been lost.
If we do this while bringing up children, their bonds to us are the cost.
I spent so very much of my life running away from life's pain;
Each time, my children pulled me back into loving again.
My children are grown, but I'm still connected to people who love me most dear.
As long as I want others in my life, I'm open to love and loss; that's clear.

Relationships work in cycles: I may be up when you are down.
We all need many in our lives, so we don't in each other's sorrows, drown.
We simply have to be careful in choosing partners on our path
Making sure we don't choose others who put our community last.
Fairness may not be the norm in which we, outside our community, live;
But caring and sharing is what I want those in my life to give.

Sometimes I'm disappointed that my people take more than their share
It is often a challenge to, for these needy people, continue to care.
It is sadly true that often, the caring has to be done from afar
Because there are those who want to be the sun instead of a single star.
My universe is a celestial system with many stars burning bright;
With all of us being powered by The Spirit's holy light.

Rebellion and Righteousness

As we grow, we often rebel,
Most often, against the lies.
The inconsistencies between the rules
And what we see with our own eyes.

As adults we spend much time
Rebelling against our best selves,
Instead of choosing from the many
Right examples that in us dwell.

It seems that we are driven
To become that which we fear,
To embrace and follow the falacies
That once, to us, were clear.

Instead of holding onto those
From our broken pasts,
We can reach out for others
Who, to our strengths, hold fast.

But we chafe at this notion
That we can begin again.
Is it really easier to
In our own hell remain?

In order to become righteous
We must put aside our ancestors' wrongs.
Only then will we be able
To, in our new selves, stand strong.

We must join with a community
That follows a stewardship code,
And offer our strengths to others
To help lighten humanity's load.

I Was Wrong

To be accomplished liars we must lie to ourselves
Before we're believed by somebody else.
Beginning with small deceptions along the way,
We carefully craft what we think and say.

We can hide from the truth, but it won't die
No matter how hard we may earnestly try
To pretend our history wasn't our own,
And that, in our fantasies, we feel at home.

The most important words are, "I was wrong
To betray the trust for which you long."
No excuses, put my old ways away,
And in the present commit to stay.

To give myself over to the tasks
That create a bond of trust that will last,
And every day to awake to see
The best in you and be the best me.

But this is not what liars do
We convince ourselves we're glad to be through
With the work and challenges partnerships take;
We congratulate ourselves on making the break.

What do we think is to be our end
When we are left with not one friend
Who knows our hearts and helps us to be,
From our lies to ourselves, finally free?

Our Own Hell

Some of us cannot ever feel free
Until we are faced with being lonely,
Not anyone to tell us what to do,
And the people who care are only a few.

At first we want to celebrate;
All our whims no longer have to wait.
Then we pine for loving arms to hold
When we're no longer feeling so bold.

In the end, those who constantly rebel
Enter their own versions of hell,
Where the only thing we see is ourselves,
And in this prison we eternally dwell.

We must look to others to really see
All that we are meant to be.
But if from community we turn away,
We'll forever in our own hell stay.

A Love That Will Last

My relationship wasn't with you; it was with a ghost,
The person whose life affected you most.
From others you have turned away,
Choosing to, in a dead relationship, stay.

As I could never make peace with this other,
So we were left with a cloud that would smother
All our attempts to begin anew,
Shared by the efforts of more than a few.

It is with great sadness I say good-bye
To the relationship that I now know was a lie.
I must finally let both false relationships die;
At least, I know I gave it my best try.

You have set yourself a near impossible task,
To remake yourself while in old habits you bask.
Go with love and make peace with your past;
Maybe then we can form a love that will last.