Divine Energy is Gender Free

There once was only a male face of divinity
And, for many, that's all there will ever be.
I believe all Divine Energy is gender free;
All Grace will abide where it was meant to be.

Christians believe that they are saved by grace,
Not believing this is given to the full human race.
Many believe only those who say their savior's name
Have the right to any of eternal life's claim.

There are also those who live by strict laws,
And the varieties in nature never give them pause.
I believe that we can tell who is blessed with The Spirit,
Not by their nation, or religion, or with whom they sit.

The Spirit shines true in a person's connecting eyes,
Even though we're taught how to hide behind a disguise.
It seems to me that most societies teach how to cover
The truth of who we are, so there will always be "the other."

I love spending time with the younger generation,
Who have little knowledge of the old stories of creation.
They seem to feel more comfortable in their own skins,
Seeing no inequality between women and men.

There is a culture of sharing, instead of competition;
Perhaps in my lifetime, equal rights will come to fruition.
I cannot and will not go back to seeing The Spirit as a him
When I so clearly see a spark of Divinity in all of "them."

Grateful for His Goodness

May I never take for granted a dry bed out of the rain,
Or the man who, when I've been away, welcomes me home again.
May I always be grateful for the wheels that transport me;
For, without transportation, I would certainly be less free.

May I continue to be grateful every time I buy a meal
That I am not in a position where I'm tempted to steal.
May I always be happy to hear about his day,
So he'll never lose his ability to turn his work to play

I know it may sound sacrilegious that I give credit to my man
For all the needs he fills for me as he steadfastly beside me stands
But I firmly believe that we must remember to thank any other
Who hears the call to nurture us, as if they were our loving mothers.

I am humbled that someone is willing to fully share with me
All that he worked to become, and all he'll ever be.
It seems the only that thing he's wanted from the start
Is that I, in exchange for security, offer a fully open heart.

Hope Is How We Cope

It is hard not to want permanence,
Rather than always living on a fence.
But we really have to go with the flow,
For the future we can't ever know.

I'm working on short-term contract.
The long-term stability it lacks,
I make up for in better pay,
But I'm really wanting to stay.

I'm wanting to be one of those
Who is not so easily disposed,
But the reality is that even they
Can be forced to walk away.

That is the challenge in a life,
To be free from excess strife,
We must accept constant loss;
We are never our own boss.

We have the illusion of control,
Which tends to comfort the soul.
Though we can continue to hope,
We only control how we cope.

People with great faith seem to be
Better at coping than the faith free.
To believe it all fits in an eternal plan
Is a great gift to faith-filled humans.

Divinity and the Damned

My dad said that people are "no damned good;"
This was played out in his terrible brood.
There were no boundaries we wouldn't break
There was no goodness "for Goodness' sake."

Our household was one of catch and punish,
The way of the god with whom we were furnished.
And now we're told to be so sentimental
About a new god who is kind and gentle.

Was the old god, in fact, never true,
Punishing what we think, say, and do?
And is not this new person of god
Part of The Father that spared not the rod?

I am much more comfortable
Believing The Spirit infuses the world,
And that each of us is free to choose
How much of our Divinity we will use.

People choose to embrace the good or the bad;
There is much "no good" to be had.
But we are not bound to come to be
Any of the earthly evil that we see.

We must seek the good in ourselves and others,
And seek our spiritual sisters and brothers.
Blood is not thicker than the good in our souls;
We can choose those who help make us whole.

Cynicism and Serenity

My husband says he's a romantic cynic,
Expecting the worst that life has in it,
But he is still quite disappointed
When the worst is, toward him, pointed.

I pray that I can live in reality,
Not in a product of my fantasy.
It is too painful when I come down,
With a great crashing to the ground.


Will a healthy dose of cynicism,
Not viewing life through a prism,
Protect me from disappointment,
Where so much of my life has been spent?

But can we live with open eyes,
Instead of believing all the lies,
And not become discouraged,
Feeling our souls to be mortgaged?

Is it right to accept that life isn't fair,
And not feel guilty when I don't share?
Is it enough to accept my share of grace
Without feeling that I, humanity, disgrace?

Do I have the right to protect myself,
Even at the expense of someone else?
Here, I must pray for serenity,
To know what is my responsibility.

Personal Priorities

It is true that I have a limited capacity for others' structure,
But only hypocrisy causes my boundaries to rupture.
When I have a leader who leads by his or her example,
My ability to follow orders is certainly more than ample.
The job in which I find myself, much different than jobs before,
Has a department system that lives behind wide open doors,.
 
I now split my time between structure and complete freedom;
This need for balance seems to be part of being human.
We are both busy at what means much to each of us;
When we come together, we have much to discuss.
We also value the time for creating order in our home;
No longer is this a high priority of only my own.
 
It is absolutely marvelous having a sense of limited time;
Only then do I perceive of  goals to which I'll climb.
When I have no sense of  deadline from one day to the next,
There is a sense of relief that nobody can rightfully object.
But there is also a sense of floating in time and space,
Not really a contributing member of the human race.

When The Spirit Moves Within me, I Am Sore Afraid

So often have I offered pleas to a higher power than me;
Help has always come in a form that I could feel and see.
I am hugely grateful for The Breath that fill the hearts,
And inspire others to reach out and do their parts.

The miracle drugs that seem to have cured my daughter's cancer
Are possible because so many did their best to find this answer.
Those who honor the sparks of Divinity within themselves
Will not find peace without sharing The Light that, in them, swells.

What we sometime feel as anxiety is actually a driving force
That nudges us to move upon our most blessed course.
There's a reason that songs of The Spirit often said,
"When The Spirit moves within me, I am sore afraid."

We begin doing things we didn't know that we could do;
The need to honor others is proof that The Spirit is true.
Those asking for a helping hand are as special as those who give;
Lending strength to the most vulnerable is a good reason to live.