Journeys of the Heart
Poems by Michael Smith

 

 

 

Help me this day to live without fear,
without anxious thought about some yet unborn

: Tomorrow :
Let me instead, recall the many facets
of my life, which have a

Brilliant Hue,
And look lovingly upon those, whose
Threads of Life,
have been woven gently into the
Fabric of my own
Being.

: Grant me Grace :

That I might see Your Silent Hand, that moves
The Loom,
which weaves this Web of Life.
And see with clearer eye, my own
Ageless Cloth of many colors, woven with perfection
into this

Tapestry
we call
Life.

 

You have your Journey, I have mine.
The Loving Hand of Life has sought to gently draw our paths together,
so our footsteps may fall beside each other,
along this Never Ending Path of Dreams.
It matters little,
whether you speak with a different tongue,
or the color of your skin is not the same as mine,
Our mutual hopes and fears, our longings to fulfill our cherished dreams,
emanate from within the inner portals of
a similar Heart.

It matters little by what name you choose to call
the Infinite Being who creates and sustains
all things, both seen and unseen, or the posture
you adopt when you call upon Him
during the noisy confusion of Life.
His Hand has ever held our Souls,
and the Keys to all Life and Death,
rest gently within the palm of
His Hand.

It matters little what you perceive you own,
or the position you aspire to in society,
Show me what it is that makes your heart tremble with Love,
in the silence of your darkest night. Show me
how much you have relinquished, in the pursuit of that
which is All Encompassing, that which is Holy,
that which fills your heart with the knowledge of the
Unity of all things.
And then perhaps, we can stand together
on some common ground and face the future
Unafraid.

And if, as time goes by, I can no longer sense or hear
your footsteps beside mine,
I will know that the depth of bitter sweetness which
will indicate the closeness of our future Journeys,
for you will have found, a resting place,
and will ever dwell within the Silent Portals of my Heart.
For it is rightly said, that our depth of love for someone,
can only be gauged when they absent from our lives,
and that Love like Death, changes
All things.

For I understand that whatever befalls you,
affects me, and that we are in truth,
inexorably bound together by a common matrix,
this Web of existence
we call Life.

 

 

 

Someday a Gentle Hand will lead us,
back safely to that Ancient House set amidst the
stars.

Where from the summit of this
: Higher Ground :

Unobscured by Holy Shrines, or the separating faiths of man,
we can view the

: Vast Forever :

and know, that before the birth of
Saturn's
rings, or the swirling dance of

Io's
moons, we are; like some reoccurring
Word, in some
Never Ending Story.

Inscribed upon the Ether by the
Indelible Hand
of

: GOD :

 

Know that whatever is meant to befall you, will befall you:
and that what ever is meant to pass you by, will pass
you by;

Rest upon this Truth, and look on this day with bold resolve and
unflinching eye.
Let not any vague and shapeless fears fill
your mind, or find any footholds within your heart.

Seek not to alter or rewrite the
Story of your Life. For you will never be given a
load greater than you can bear.

Know also that the Gentle Hand which birthed the words, and
wrote the
Story of your Life upon the Tablet of your heart, sowed
also within you --
the seeds of greater dreams, still unrecognized, potent and bright
with hope.
Holding more promise than you can ever imagine,
towards which
you move in this unbroken spiral of
Life.

There is nothing to fear...
Trust

 

Within the hearts of all mankind
there glows the same

Eternal Light:
reflecting within itself, the
True Nature
of it's Being.

The human Soul knows of no division,
and seeks through

Love,
to unite the scattered pieces of our thoughts.
and bring
Wisdom's Healing Glow,
to unveil the
Eternal Oneness
of all
things.

Copyright © Michael Smith


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