clydeiam Poetry (10)

Sing the praises of the heavens
For this very special place
Carries the promise of redemption–
The way to save the human race.

In this realm of love and light
Exist the angels, true.
And they wish nothing more in life
Than to bring their love to you.

They whisper often in your ear
Yet you so rarely hear it.
But open up your heart, dear one,
And attune to the world of spirit.

For this is your very birthright–
To make this reconnection…
To realize from whence you came —
To have this healing recollection.

And once you do, the love will flow,
And no longer will you suffer.
For all the angels then will come to you
And be a loving buffer.

They’ll wrap you in their wings of love,
Protect you from the fate
Of feeling oh so separate,
But please, no longer wait!

Call on them now, these helpers true
Who linger at your side.
Invite them there inside your heart
Where heaven truly does reside.

Share your talents with the world
In this way you do heal
The pain that others suffer
As God’s gifts you do reveal.

Each one is given gifts
Which they are meant to share
And they can help to heal the world
If share them they do dare.

What talents were you given?
What is it you do best?
In what way can you thus serve well
By sharing with the rest?

It’s where you find your passion
That true service you can give.
For in this way you blossom
And help others best to live.

So search inside for your true skills
The ones that make you sing.
If used then to enhance your world
True peace and love you’ll bring.

You hear a whisper in your ear
But the voice at first, it is not clear.
Who is that speaking to me there?
Can I believe this? Do I dare?

This is a voice that came with you.
It was there inside you as you grew.
And walk it does now, at your side,
For in your soul it does reside.

Your soul itself it is the source
Of this ever-present, guiding force
That speaks to you in whispers soft
And gives you guidance ever oft’.

But do you listen as you should,
And do its bidding, as it would?
We ask you now to heed this voice.
Yes, knowing you do have a choice.

The voice of Spirit does not err,
And for your peace does truly care.
But you must listen well, my dear,
If this voice you are to hear.

Be not stubborn. Yes, give in,
And heed the words you hear within.
They come with love; they come to heal.
For God’s great wisdom they reveal.

See the world through brand new eyes.
This happens when you realize
That you have lived ‘til now a lie.
The thought that you were only “I”.

You live, my friend, in every thing.
You are the song the bird does sing,
The flower, and the drop of dew…
All share the thing that makes you You.

Forget the body with its aches,
For it’s the greatest of mistakes
To touch the skin and think it’s real,
Because its surface you can feel.

What’s truly real is what does last,
And lives now eternal, not in the past.
The part of you that’s true and whole?
This is what you call the soul.

Fever means the head burns hot.
A healthy body have you not.
From where does come this bad dis-ease?
From trying hard ego to please.

When ego’s role you focus on
You fail to see it’s all a con—
A false belief that you reside
In a form you can divide.

You are not the form at all.
It’s spirit’s name who you does call.
“Acknowledge me,” this voice does cry.
“My presence please do not deny.”

There’s only love, not separate lives.
In spite of how the ego strives
To make you think you stand apart
Instead of all joined by the heart.

When separation you believe,
All cells inside you do deceive.
And in this way you do create
A most unpleasant inner state.

The end result is often ills
That lead you to resort to pills
When illness could have been prevented
If from deception you repented.

See now your oneness with all things
And feel the peace that seeing brings.
Give love to self and to your brother
For, in fact, there is no other.

All are reflections of the Source.
Through all veins God’s love does course.
So keep this always close at mind
And far more harmony you’ll find.

Gather your wits about you …
What exactly does this mean?
To make sense of what you see
And the spaces in between.

You do never know as much
As the mind will make you think
And so for far more wisdom
From Spirit’s font do you now drink.

Feel not so bounded by your self
For bounded you are not.
The source of all you seek outside
Inside you have you got.

While man can see about as far
As the horizon there before him,
There are spirit guides who wait to help.
They never do ignore him.

You have this source of help right now.
It’s at your beck and call
Awaiting just to lift you up
If you should ever fall.

So gather, yes, your wits right now
And ask for guidance true
For you are linked eternally
With guides who work with you.

Bellows stoke the fire.
Air does fan the flames.
What began as just a spark
Now as a giant roar remains.

The path to your awakening
Is a bit like this.
There is no turning back, my friend,
Once you do taste the bliss.

You have that tiny spark right now.
It’s waiting to be fanned.
By thoughts and dreams and wishes,
And beliefs that once you banned.

So open up your mind and heart,
And fan the flames with glee.
This path you have embarked upon
Is the one that sets you free.

By helping others do you grow.
In this way true love you show.
You set aside the self a while
And help another soul to smile.

To volunteer your time is great.
Some may say you are a saint.
But let it not go to your head,
The many things that may be said.

You know inside that what you do
Comes back again to affect you.
What goes to others bounces back.
When much you give, you feel no lack.

To volunteer of time and self
Is to discover newfound wealth.
It shows you a new way to think
When with another you forge a link.

So ask yourself, what is your gift
That you can use to give a lift.
And in this way impact the whole
By sharing what’s inside your soul.

Feel your heart beat …
At times it does pound.
A reminder that there
Is love all around.

The heart is the center
Of the emotional field
Wherein your true essence
As love is revealed.

Place your focus right there
Bring it oft to the fore.
Then send out what you feel
And to this world you’ll bring more.

To be loved is a blessing.
To give love, greater yet.
Go forth as a light –
And others’ appetites whet.

Be so loving and kind
That when they see you they sigh,
For your love will be felt
Such that none can deny.

To feel love is a gift;
To spread it out even more.
So open your heart
And let your love pour.

Forsake not thy brother in times of trouble.
Be there at his side.
Love thy brother as thyself.
Let him in your heart reside.

Think not of self when others hurt.
Do all you can to aid.
And in this way you help yourself,
For goodness always is repaid.

You scratch one’s back, another yours.
In this way all do grow …
Reciprocating love for all
And thus, all God do know.

For God is Love, you’ve heard this oft,
But know that it is true.
He lives and breathes in others,
Who give their love to you.

If this is so, then know this truth—
You, too, are God in form.
And your True Self you come to know
When loving acts you do perform.

Love thy brother, this we say,
And in this way know God!
For He lies there inside your heart
As that gentle, urging prod.

By giving love you scratch that itch—
The urge you satisfy,
And come to know yourself as this—
God’s love, that cannot die.