Love Letter to Planet Earth

 

Let Us Live In Love Peace Paradise On Earth – Poem by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)

teaching the lesson
love heals
is a difficult task
for adults to absorb,
adults taught punishment
examples not tolerance
in early entire childhood
behavioural control upbringing

the stick the rod taught
harsh discipline might
is right not who is right

let us live in love peace
paradise on earth
does not light
overcome dispel darkness
love is light
waiting to come
into all lives
in all societies

open the heart
sow love
compassion
healing
into the world
break centuries
millennia cycles
of intolerance pain

inflicted

agony

let love rule the world
embrace the beauty of love

Copyright © Terence George Craddock

 

For Presence and Mystery

For Presence 

Awaken to the mystery of being here
and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
 

Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. 

Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon. 

Respond to the call of your gift and the courage to
follow its path.
 

Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity. 

May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame. 

May anxiety never linger about you. 

May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of
soul.

 Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek
no attention.

Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul. 

May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven
around the heart of wonder.

 

~ John O’Donohue ~

 

(To Bless the Space Between Us)

The Grace of Devotion

I was looking through Van Gogh’s vast gift of his artwork to humanity and pondering the fact that, despite all his hardships and lack of financial success while he was alive, this amazing artist persisted with his bountiful, wonderful paintings.

It surely is a reminder to us all that inspiration arises from the Divine, from the creative gifts inherent in us when we incarnate on this earth, and we need to honour that which graces our lives to raise us to our highest selves.

No matter whether we are acknowledged publicly for our creative efforts or whether we are financially successful, as long as we listen to and act upon our inner spirit, when we are true to ourselves, we have lived our lives fully and to the best we can.

Images of Van Gogh’s prolific artwork

Van Gogh’s life – Wikipedia

The Journey – Mary Oliver

I know that this is reprinted many times, but I love this poem by Mary Oliver and wanted to share it again.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(Dream Work)

 

The World Tree of Hope & Unity

To honour the courage, hope and unity of all those young people and their supporters standing up, organising and fighting for gun control and the right of young people to an education free of the fear of violence.

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

                                                                               – Bob Dylan

We Rise Up. We Protest. We Gather. We March!

We Rise Up. We Protest. We Gather. We March!

In support of those marching and organising for gun control.

And in memory of those young people who have had their lives cut short.