Tag Archives: spiritual path

A Great Miracle Happened There

20 Dec

Your religious practices

Hellenistic Ruler Antiochus forbade,

The Maccabees rebelled

And from the Greeks a price was paid.

Rededication of the Jewish temple

Was their right,

But found they only enough oil to last one night.

A great miracle happened there

Celebrated to this day.

The oil lasted eight nights,

And a new shipment arrived from far away.

So make your latkes and sufganiyot, play with

Dreidels and light the menorah with the Shimash.

It is time to celebrate Hannukah,

The eight night Jewish festival of light bash.

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Walking With The Goddess

19 Aug

She smiled at me, asked me
How I was doing as we walked
Amongst the trees along the
Forest path.

I took a deep breath, told her
I had my up and down days,
Doubtful times when I pray to
Her and her Consort.

She hugs me, we continue
To walk and leave the woods
Behind, through fields of flowers
And I continue to talk.

I’m finding new friends, some
From my past and some new,
And they are accepting me as
Me, who knew.

She laughs gently under the
Starry sky, says to me, “I knew.”
Your path is long, and stumble you
Will, but I am here for you.

My heart filled with joy,
As we said our farewells in
The Summerlands where I
Walk with the Goddess.

The Sentinel Stands

7 Jun

The sentinel stands
With fiery sword 
In hand, guarding
The entrance to a
Garden from which we
Are banned, a racial
Memory become an oral
Tradition, then written
As a story in the
Holy books of
Monotheistic religions.

The sentinel stands
With lantern in hand,
A guiding light back
To our eternal home,
A home we left by
Choice, that we might
Learn, with aid of loving
Guides, and love of our
Divine Mother and Father,
Lessons we can only experience
In a harsh land of living and dying.

My Dharma Gate

2 Jun

In central lands I live, breath,
And walk my path.
My life, joys and sorrows,
Successes and disappointments,
Everything I’ve been touched by,
Is or is on my path.
Athwart my path,
Ahead in the distance,
Two ancient, gnarled willows
Stand creating my Dharma gate. 
From the branches
Hang strings of bells
Ringing in the wind.
Along this path
I have been Catholic and Agnostic,
Friend, confidant, and lover,
Son, husband, and father,
Silent and raging,
Laughed and cried,
Loved and disliked,
Student and teacher.
I move forward on my
Path as a Wiccan,
Studying the craft of the Wise,
Solitary and eclectic,
I learn of the light of others,
And these positive teachings
Become a part of me,
As I move forward
To pass through
My Dharma Gate.

The Temples

30 May

Golden candles burn brightly in the Sun temple,
Silver candles glow in the Moon temple,
Incense smoke scents the Air temple,
A stream flows into a pool in the Water temple,
Trees and bushes grow as the Earth temple,
The eternal flame burns in the Fire temple,
And I carry within me the Spirit temple.

I light a golden candle in the Sun temple,
I light a silver candle in the Moon temple,
Incense I inhale in the Air temple,
I cleanse myself in the pool of the Water temple,
I touch, hug and thank the trees and bushes of the Earth temple,
I stare into the eternal flame of the Fire temple,
And meditating I go within myself to the Spirit temple.

Raptureless

22 May

They said it was coming,
They said they knew when,
They advertised it on billboards,
But cancelled it in the end.

So we are Raptureless,
The Christians are still here,
The date passed us by,
But the reasons are very clear.

They still have lessons to learn,
From that holy book of theirs,
Spend more time fixing themselves,
And stop with the tribulation scares.

Treating others as they wish
To be treated would be nice,
Tolerance, acceptance,
And respect would be good advice.

And if the Rapture eventually
Happens, save the date,
As the day the Divine took those
Of all religions whom did not hate.

The Temple

19 May

I walk up the temple steps
Towards two aged oaken doors.
Pushing with all my strength,
The hinges creak their protest
As the doors slowly open. 

I walk across the stone floor leaving
Foot prints in the dirt that has lain
Undisturbed for years, looking to my left I see
An angry child painting on the walls
Angry, hateful words learned, and graffitti.

I walk past towering pillars
Of smooth white stone
Darkened by neglect.
In a corner of the temple cries
An insecure child with dark green eyes.

I continue to stir the dirt on the floor
Moving towards the dust covered altar
Where sits a man and a woman,
Back to back with arms crossed,
Not looking or speaking to each other.

What is this place I ask and my words
Echo through the silence. You comes
An echoing reply. I turn to see children,
Male and female of all ages,
Coming out of hiding.

This place is you, one says
And another speaks, and you are it,
And you are us, and we are you, Goo goo ga joob
I reply without thinking, bringing smiles
To all their faces, even of the angry child.

Then I must accept you all, and that
Will take time. I will need the guiding words
Of you, Akrinalithaea, I say to
The woman sitting in front of the altar
And help her to her feet.

And you, Akrinaden, listening to the wisdom
Of your sister must spur me to action,
I say to the man with haunted eyes
Whom had his back to his sister in front
Of the altar, and I help him to his feet.

A year and a day will be a good start,
To scrub clean this temple
And repair the neglect of the years gone by.
And with the guidance and acceptance
Of all of you who are me, The temple will
Be open to the God and Goddess for ever more.