Babies and Birthrights

To whom am I praying, if not to The Positive Power of The Universe
What or who has the power to reverse the mistakes by which we're cursed?
Is it possible that our fore mothers and fathers, beginning with Adam and Eve
Have doomed every generation who they and their heirs conceived?

How is that, in a just world, there are babies born with such deficits
That even their own mothers and fathers look upon them with regrets?
How is that, no matter how much we love, we cannot heal the hurts
That have been visited upon the children, even before their births?

How is it that the babies continue to suffer for the sins
Committed by their ancestors, even before their lives begin?
How can we rescue our babies from what we cannot see?
Will we ever be, from the sins of our parents, set free?

The only hope I see is that we pay attention to procreation,
And marry those who have strengths in our weak ideations.
But first we must reject the world's values that have no Grace;
Only living in our Holy Spirits makes us a human race.

The Abused and the Accused

What does one do to repair one's soul?

Making our wrongs right can make us whole.

There are some wrongs that are only between us and our god,

And there are many that affect the creation on which we trod.

Do we first repair the sins we have committed against The Almighty

By accepting the new energy of The Holy Spirit as our deity?

Then with the new power infused into our souls and lives

Begin to rebuild parts of ourselves that, even before birth, died?

Or is it necessary to repair our relationships with humans

Before the hoped-for Holy Spirit will, our brokenness, mend?

I want to confront my abusers with what my soul needs to set free;

It is not for me to know how this affects eternity.

We, in this country, have the right to confront the accused,

To make decisions in the fate of those by whom we've been abused.

Maybe it is time to ask the aggrieved for their opinions,

Instead of having juries of unaffected women and men.

It is difficult to bring up children when they have choices,

But they eventually must learn to ignore false voices.

My parents and the church should face a tribunal

For all the punishments they inflicted that were so cruel.

Their church was complicit in authorities' tyranny,

But this, in my heart, doesn't set my parents free.

Our country was supposed to be separate from the church,

But toward a church state many continue to lurch.

When the clergy breaks the bonds of its vows,

Their highly privileged status should be disallowed.

Crimes committed by the mortal humans

Should face the penalties humanity demands.

If you have harmed me, I should be the one 

To hear you confess and raise or lower my thumb.

Only if I feel that you have set my soul free,

Will I want you walking the streets with me.

I, too, should be approached by those I've harmed,

With witnesses who won't become alarmed.

We should be able to talk our issues through,

With help from those who love the two.

This is the church family to which I want to belong,

Not one with only rituals and mindless songs.

But, in my experience, people won't get involved

When our relationship issues need to be solved.

Do they exist who stand for values over tradition

Who, in making judgments, won't ask others' permission,

The wise judges like Deborah and Solomon, 

Who care more for the weak than the powerful humans?

Beloved Broken Babies

All of us should have the spark of True God in us before conception;
Our lack of this Divinity is in our ancestors' rejection
Of the things that protect themselves and their seeds from hell.
This is something on which I wish all potential parents would dwell.

The great prophets have come from generations of preparation,
So that they would be ready to righteously lead new nations.
Babies born to dead spirits are hardly prepared to thrive,
Even if we manage to keep their tiny bodies alive.

Is it any wonder that those who have put their souls to sleep
Are not able to, any morality principles, keep?
And why do we marvel that those conceived in violence
Have, in their souls and spirits, felt violent ever since?

I still hope those who had their Divinity taken away
Can one day shed the demons that, on their souls, prey.
Meantime, I'm not sure that it's not preferable
To return them to The Divinity in which they should be full.

Perhaps if we prevent their births with souls that are destroyed,
The positive energy of The Spirit will be, by them, enjoyed.
And perhaps their wonderful sparks of The Spirit will grow,
And to those who will nurture their Divinity, they will eventually go.


I say spay and neuter every animal that is able to mate
If all they want is to fill their own needs and wants when they procreate.
Let them have their empty pleasures without creating lost souls;
If your Spirit is dead, your baby can't be born whole.

Males, Mothers, and Mentors

"Everyone who seeks the Truth needs a guide or a mentor." - OneBirdWatching.blogspot.com

Yesterday was Fathers' Day. My son called me. He is not my father, but he is the father/mentor of two of my beloved grandchildren. Should I have called him? Perhaps, but I choose to wait for him to seek me.

I'm not sure when humankind realized that birth was not simply the magic of a mother, but a conjoining of the energy of mother and father.  I do know that it has been long enough that it should be accepted by all thinking beings. Unfortunately, there are still those who are so primitive that they believe that God plants babies in the wombs of mothers, and that this endows mothers with special powers and privileges.

Mothers don't make babies without men, and fathers can't make babies without women. People decide to make babies with each other, with or without consulting a Divine Spirit.  I shudder at the thought that one day cloning of humans may become possible, and babies will be made by replicating their mothers. Men will then be nonexistent. I fear that this is where we are headed with artificial means of impregnating women.

How did we get to a society where men sell their seed and women their ova?

Men, for many millenia, have been treated as superfluous, except as progenitors and providers. They have willingly gone off to war to protect their women's progeny. It is time that women allow them the space in their own homes where they, too, can celebrate and be celebrated.

Women, for many millenia, have been forced by their vulnerability while pregnant or mothering, to accept the ascendency, even by abuse, of the men in their area. Rape, incest, and other abuse have long been ways to create dependence and vulnerability in the ascendent females.


We are finally coming to acceptance of parental partnering. Men have never been the only ones capable of mentory; neither have women. We are all both male and female in our genetic makeup. Those who have both knowledge and wisdom in certain areas are those who should be honored, in their areas, with mentoring our young.

Let us stop caring who has the most sense of style, who has the most compassionate heart, and who has the most physical strength. We are all cut from the same cloth. If Jesus was truly a man while he walked the earth, even he had X and Y chromosomes.


I am grateful every day that I was born in the United States of America, where we, at least in principle, uphold the rights of every human being to be treated as a being born in "the image and likeness of God." Unfortunately, we continue to fight over the true face of our god. My god is neither male nor female, but is a Divine energy or Holy Spirit that powers all creation, male and female. Many have sacrificed to come to this point on the path in understanding Divinity. I will not go back.

Grateful for Grandchildren

My grandchildren have returned to their homes.
Thankfully, I have only seven days to mourn.
They will return in about a week,
Bringing the joy that I so longingly seek.

I absolutely love watching the young
Becoming the humans they will become.
I must be reminded by them of the stages
That are appropriate for different ages.

I know little of child development;
By seven, my innocence had been spent.
Is it possible that even at eighteen
They aren't ready to be kings and queens?

How blessed are the children who are closely held
By parents who don't, on their weaknesses, dwell.
The parents who support them as they learn
To wisely use their passions that burn.

It often takes a whole village of wisdom
To hold on while the children fully become
The men and women they were meant to be;
Only then do these families set their young free.

I'm so grateful that my own children
Have become a responsible woman and man.
They love their children and guide them,
So I can enjoy my children again.

It is often a struggle for them to understand
The boundaries behind which I firmly stand,
But my children trust me to honor their values,
And to protect their children from abuse.

Sacrifice and Sanctity

I have a dear Catholic friend who is filled with joy in The Holy Spirit, and is helpless to keep from sharing this joy. She sings it in her home, in her garden, in the classrooms in which she teaches. I can't be in her presence without being inspired.

Yet many times, when I hear her speak or read her spiritual insights, I am greatly saddened. She speaks of people who came into her life with a new path to The Spirit and she speaks of people who have been recognized by clerics and others of her society as holy, but she doesn't sing of The Spirits of the people who have loved her most dearly for the longest time, her own family and friends. Is this because they do not share her prayer groups or religious beliefs?

I think it is because so many believe that we are not to honor our own friends and families simply for the love and devotion with which they share their Spirits with us. Is this because it may lead to pridefulness, and all Bible readers know that "Pride commeth before the fall?" They seem to believe that sharing our essences is simply what is expected of family and true friends; to acknowledge it somehow takes away the sacrificial nature of their gifts. Or is it that we are afraid that to speak of our own families with such admiration will seem prideful? Or do we fear that, by speaking of our families with such graitude, we will fill others with covetous thoughts?

A woman I knew, who was in a group of wives to discuss what was wrong with their marriages, reported that the group leader said to the group, "If you women found the perfect man, you probably wouldn't know what to do with him." If we see our salvation in terms of sacrifice, it is unlikely that we will be comfortable when we feel absolute joy on a human level. In fact, we will continue to seek pain to sanctify ourselves.

We also seem reluctant to admit to others the unabashed joy that the sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste of our spouses and children bring us. Aren't these the greatest gifts that we are given on this earth, experiencing our own Divine natures through the physical presence (and presents) of those who are part of us?

I believe that this is the essence of what is wrong with so much of our organized religion, the focus on sacrifice instead of gratitude, celebration, and graceful acceptance.

Shame, Constantine, and Charlemagne

My mother's religion sent so many to hell,
Even though they now say they did not do well:
Her beloved uncle who committed suicide
And her last baby that, before birth, died.

And my grandmother, they named a whore
Because her husband, Catholicism, forswore.
My mother spent her life feeling, by this sin, tainted,
Though her mother, for her faith, should be sainted.

Her daughters and sons, when molested,
Her Church, my mother's claims, protested,
Had they not sworn to teach and protect
Even those whom our society rejects?

She could not leave because only they held
The key to the gates of eternal hell.
She continued to kneel for the blessings of men
Who had infected her children with their sin.

She could never accept that one can be saved
Without a clerical blessing at one's grave.
We are The Church Militant, we were told.
This designation has made me bold.

I refuse to believe that one with a black soul
Has the power to make anyone whole.
Strong drink and drugs may deaden their shame
But it doesn't take away The Church's blame.

Where are the souls that my mother mourned,
And we were taught we were to scorn?
If Hell is eternal, how can they now say,
The same people are those to whom we may pray?

When will we realize that the Christian well
Was poisoned when, into politics, it fell?
The false faith of Constantine and Charlemagne
Created a church focused on earthly gain.

Men of power were treated as gods
As they destroyed the path that the prophets trod.
It is time that all children of Abraham
Stop acting as sheep to power-hungry man.

The Spirit of Divinity is not taught in school;
It is simply the spark in which all nature is full.
Those who use charisma to lead children to sin
Aren't even worth treating as fully human.

A millstone should they tie about their own necks
And throw themselves into the sea.
Only by them following this biblical teaching
Will The Almighty's people ever be free.