Sacred Moment
Evening falls, leads into night.
I search darkening skies
for the moon’s bright circle,
so meaningful, that light.
The moon, a thin wedding ring,
encircling a gilded cradle,
wherein five planets float.
Aligned, their circular lights
create such longing
in the observer’s heart.
The magic moment has come,
a moment forever sacred.
Whatever happens now
will be correct and right.
The Secret Fountain
Go deep into yourself.
Search for the secret fountain,
the well with the sacred waters that renew,
replenish, and flow like sunlight.
Rest by its verdant banks. Here you can
find the self you thought you had lost.
Here, angels take wing and songbirds sing.
Telephone calls, e-mails, social media,
all such worldly things, lack meaning.
Rest awhile. The universe knows you.
Permit it to once again make friends
with who and what you are, what you were,
what you will always be, your eternal spirit
known, cossetted, comforted, and loved.
Your curriculum vitae no longer matters.
What matters is the heart of you,
that gold mine hidden deep within.
Here lies the mold of shining gold that will
enrich your soul, renew your life,
and gift you ever-lasting treasures.
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