"God Night, My Love"

                                        " God Night, my love."


                                       It’s 3 am, I’m wide awake.
                                          My mirror shows an old lady.
                                          Another chance for me to shake
                                    my thoughts of death that are so shady

                                         That I forgot to laugh with joy,
                                    Or jump with glee at thoughts of God
                                         Who is my Savior, my envoy,
                                      Who keeps me safe above the sod.

                                It’s “HELP! Show me! Thank you my Lord”

                                      Beyond this frame, this cloak of fear,
                                              I am not guilty of discord.

                                     “Forgive and bless yourself, my dear.”

                                                    I search my mind
                                                     and there I find,
                                          “How may I help you Janni?
                                                      Hot chocolate?
                                                        Soft music?
                                                A Course in Miracles?
                                                    A walk-a-bout?
                                                    A stretch or two?
                                                  A letting go of you?
                                                              No?”

                                   “I think I will just dream of You.
                                             Thank you, Father.”

                                          “God night, my Love.”

                 (10 minute writing exercise July 28th, 2013, by Janet Spiller)

Another Dream

Another  Dream 

I want to go trudging in nature today
To see the deep ocean and feel its cool spray,
and Sequoia trees, so big and bold
you need ten people ‘round their trunks to hold.

I would like to lie in a field of flowers
And gaze at the sky breathing fresh air for hours.
My soul is restless for wild horses to see.
Let’s gallop along the shore and be free.

I want a warm arm around my waist
And a silent kiss to brush my face
And a hand to hold and a long embrace
that memories can never erase.

I’d like to go hiking up mountains again
And being surprised by what’s ‘round the bend.
Hot chocolate and French bread to eat by the Seine
And maybe a Frenchman to quench my yen.

I’ll ride a bicycle around Paris
And meet with poets and writers like me.
Another dream of romance and fun,
Until I wake up and find I’m undone.

(10 minute writing exercise, 7/24/13, by Janet Spiller)

And so it is

                                    And so it is
 
You might ask, “How does forgiveness solve anything?”
I suppose it’s only when you do it and experience the great relief from letting go of a grievance, that you understand.
When you understand, you begin to love and loving allows further forgiveness until there is everlasting peace.
So, having no more problems, forgiveness has solved everything - that never was.


You might ask, “How does faith solve anything?”
Faith is seeing my friends, family and you, my mighty companions, as innocent.
Seeing you as innocent, I have imbued faith in my innocent Self.


You might then ask, “How does the light solve anything?”
Shining the light onto the dark field of rubble
resolves any trouble
 in my mind.
Seeing only light, there are no shadows.

And so it is.



Janet Collins
Author of romantic spiritual adventure novel, “One Path Home”
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4/21/2012