I COME HERE ... INSPIRED POEM BY GLORIA ALEXANDER
I come here ... bcause whatever I say people will not think my mind is weak, a little strange or simply lonely
None of these our journey needs or may we ever feel
I come here ... because it is the space where words of love and beauty often passed
Even though we are at different places in our journey
I come here ... because it is safe to speak of what cannot be seen and people will believe
Even though we are all fallible
I come here ... because we are allowed to share our scenes of entities unknown
Regardless of their magnificence or ambiguities
Even though at times we do not understand, some more than others at different times
I come here ... because each word of individual knowledge passed might teach or help another
Pleasure, laughter, painful many times yet with comfort and support with open minds
Even though it may be slowly, sometimes never stripping ego from a laden soul
I come here ... because the sense of rights and wrongs of giving love might not be clear
Yet it is the place of open hearts
Even though interpretation with each sense of giving may not be free from cloud until we understand the way of others
I come here ... because each error, each step backwards that we think we make
Is yet another maybe painful yet majestic step-up into concrete air, another freed reality
Another home to seek, to find, where lost then found are known
Even though we hold ourselves to ground while clasping upwards, urged or caught between
I come here ... because it is here those steps are taken
Regardless of the number I myself must climb
Even though our newborn souls we meet at different times
When it is my turn to make my presence felt ... when transition dominates
Then "you" will know ...
Because you come here ...
Because you can.
THE TAPESTRY
The tapestry is woven here
With mingling hues, and sounds so clear,
The intricate patterns woven there
Portray our lives year by year.
Who calls the pattern and the tune?
We won't wait long, we'll see so soon,
for all our joy trouble and grief,
we'll know with the turning of a leaf.
And tho' the good times come and go,
And all the mixtures we'll come to know,
The tapestry is hidden safe, from prying eyes its colours closed.
The mysterious tapestry shows, to but a few its secrets tell.
But who can say, tho' they know full well
The colours of its beautiful hues.
Our lips forbade to tell the news,
For its surprises we must bear,
and all its fruit with good cheer.
The tapestry is woven fast,
And for many years will last.
Till each of us our own we'll see,
and find the truth of our destiny.
The pattern rises, falls and swells,
And the many stories that it tells,
will come to light, but who Knows when?
Not you nor I that's for sure,
we'll not hear the closing of the Door.
But who will care, for we will see,
the wonderment of the Tapestry.
Leo
THE GIFT OF LOVE
I have been lucky enough to see and share some, a few, of the Wonders of God the Divine Spirit.
I am also lucky enough to have been given gifts, tools for work.
My life has been transformed by both these things.
In return for this I wish to share my experiences, to help, to Heal, both body and mind.
I am a medium, bringing proof of a life Hereafter, of a greater world than which we see.
Its knowledge brings joy, consolation and comfort. It guides and Cradles us throughout our existences.
Once the spark of love is lit, its light can never die. It leads Us on through darkness, constant, unchanging, eternally giving.
Knowledge of its existence will change your life, too. It is a Knowledge that has borne the hardest scrutiny for those that fear Or fail to see the light clamor for it to be extinguished.
A contradiction indeed.
For all who see the way guide those around them meekly, never Forcing, never hurrying. For their part, hard scrutiny comes from within, for never has a cause so rigorously denied, questioned or
Tested itself, leading not to a faith, but a knowing, the Strongest confirmation off all. And facts, once known, speak for Themselves.
For our part the facts should be presented for others to heed Should They Wish, for questions if answers be known, answered. For God, the Divine Spirit pities all. He guides and keeps us
Safe, every one.
His wisdom and patience is great. Even so, guiding our faltering Steps for man can only learn by mistake, while spirit learns by Love.
And yet, we can learn by spirit, through spirit, for man is Spirit, clothed in gross flesh, its frailties and weakness, its Difficulties to master once and for all.
And then, to be borne up, one step nearer to God the Divine spirit To experience, in a wider field, the expression of His love, to Communicate to those above and below the knowledge of his love, for all things.
(Written by guides and helpers, who wish to remain unknown, through the medium, to be shared by all.)
A CHANCE MEETING.
I just called to meet you, friend
The means justify the end.
It’s funny that we should meet by chance, like this.
Who knows the rudiments of the scheme, the pawns moved in the Field.
For us to meet like this and yield a bountiful yield.
For planning and commitment over ages have gone before
Through fire and sins and thick and thin
Our paths were meant to cross
Exchanges of information, a nod, a wink, a move.
And yet there’s no-one else around who would notice such a move.
I just called to see you friend, Hi there what's your name?
For we are players in the field of a very important game
By chance we come to some decision, we turn a corner or two
By chance the world should benefit, by us meeting anew.
But because of this small action, untold reaction occurs
The ripples there uncountable, caused when something stirs.
From this a friendship may ensue, it matters not
An exchange has happened and lasting matters not one jot.
Through aeons it has been mastered, caused and planned, agreed.
For us to meet this way for the greater need
Small pieces in a greater plan that for now we cannot see
And tho' we may not meet again, trust it, we have sown the seed.
From it goodness and struggle ensue, making use of a greater you
We don't need to understand the cause, the why's, the plans.
It just needs the players and yes, their agreement from the start
For though it may go unnoticed, the plan itself begun
There shall be many heroes, for the most part unsung
The world shall keep turning with its millions here intertwined
But because of these meetings, arranged at a table where both have dined
All these pieces join, and linking with a cosmic mind
Can influence all evil
And banish it.
Leo Bonomo.
The above poem is given in explanation of those "chance" meetings that all of us have, especially those who are spiritually aware, during our lives.
Some times the influence is small negotiating those obstacles around us.
Sometimes the influence is very great. Like the two meetings a certain person had with two mediums on separate occasions.
This led to that person being directly influenced by Spirit.
What ensued was the formulation of the emancipation of the slaves.
That person was Abraham Lincoln.
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