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MY LIFE
Born at Surrey Hills was I
On a cold and wintry night
In June it was that I emerged
From the dark into the light.
My childhood was one of love-
Three sisters and a brother.
With five good kids how else could I
Grow up to know another.
With seven years at Surrey State
And four years at my high
It wasn't long before I learned
The essence of my life.
Following school I found my start
In life at typing work
I went from there to learn the ropes
And never from it shirk.
I married young, a handsome guy
And children were our blessing.
To our life were added one, two, three-
And love was never missing.
They grew into a boistrous gang
Of lively youngsters all.
Our son, the first grew late, but tall
Our daughters both, a miracle.
One day in late November
In the year of nineteen-ninety,
Our eldest girl was taken away
To the arms of the almighty.
Our lives were shattered-nought to live for
We felt shock, grief, despair.
It was like a glass of fragile form
Had shattered everywhere.
But years now number six, just past
And we are all still living.
You don't think you'll ever tread the path
But somehow you keep on giving.
Our lives were changed- I see it now
I look back with reflection
We cannot be who we once were
But our lives take a new direction.
The girl I was those years ago
Has had much to discern...
The future now is stark and bare
And more still I must learn.
So if you chance a poem small
That has my name attached,
You'll know the writing of the poem
Was from myself unlatched.
A blackboard, pen and piece of chalk,
Are all just symbols now,
As childhood days have past me by
And left a cherished vow.
Four long years I remember well
At Camberwell Girls' High
It's name did change to Canterbury
The headmistress to try.
Through the help of kind old hands
A job for me was found
I sometimes felt I never could
Rise above the ground.
My future in this line of work -
To be a secretary,
But years of hard work are ahead
And I must never tarry.
If 'bout the age of twenty-three
I have not found life's friend
I think I'll go across the sea
On native grounds to trend.
But the controversy
Still exists
On what the comet
Really is.
Some scientists say
It's ice and dust,
But metaphysicians
Seem to trust -
That the comet is not
Really a comet at all
But a massive space craft
To awaken us all.
Now the conflict appears
And for most it's not fun,
That when the comet returns
From its flip round the sun -
That the comet will split
Into millions of lights
And land on our Earth
In full physical sight.
A companion they say
Is travelling along,
It's radio signals
Causing a song.
The companion we-re told -
A space station in flight
And soon it will swiftly
Come into sight.
Now some people say
That the Earth will ascend
As soon as the ships land
We'll all rise again.
But if we think clearly
And go deep inside
Our heart center tells us
To keep balance in stride.
For until we see something
With our physical eyes
We tend not to believe it
But within our truth lies.
For deep in our heart
We know that we'll find
On a higher dimension
That we reach in our mind -
The truth of the comet
We'll find deep within
As we raise our vibrations
To heaven once again.
I saw a few stars still
In the now lightening sky,
And I watched it with wonder
As a half-moon floated by.
The trees were a-swaying
In a light cooling breeze
But something made me wonder
As I watched the high trees.
There's something quite eerie
About the clouds that do form,
I cannot quire pinpoint it
But its different this dawn.
It makes me but wonder
If the things that I hear
About a hologram forming
Could be true as some fear.
It fills me with awe
As I watch and I view
These massive formations
And wonder anew.
Could our brothers in space
Really care so for us
That they create special light
Through the photon belt's thrust.
To shield us from darkness
As we travel on through
The light of the photons
Are changing us too.
As we move through the photons
Which now surround Earth
They assist us with love
As we begin a new birth.
I want to fly, to be so free
I want to sing and dance with glee,
But alas I know I've surely found
My duty lies to others bound.
The wheel grinds round the karmic thread
I feel so helpless - so much dread.
Will ere I be free of this karmic trap,
I wonder as I take my nap.
Then as I rise from the depths of sleep
I realize that God's grace is deep
For if we give with all our heart
He will take us off this karmic path.
And freedom we'll find if our hearts are pure,
We'll never more have to incarnate here.
We'll be above the karmic wheel
As living in the moment, pure love we'll feel.
He taught the people wisely and well
And healed the many souls
That flocked before his light of life
To listen to his parables and prose.
And many there were who gathered there
As he walked in full wisdom and light,
For his knowledge and love shone like a star -
Luminous and bright.
Alas, when he left the Earth
That fateful saddened day,
The stars of heaven shined again
While the Earth was left to stray.
I humbly bow before Him now
And as I listen within, I'm sure
I hear his voice within my heart
So beautiful and pure.
'You are the light of the world', I hear
The voice within said thus.
I still cannot believe it
Yet it's truth for ALL of us!
If we can learn to shine our light
Just as the Master taught
We can bring this Earth into its own
The miracle that is sought.
The people on Earth - I've come to help
Them wake up fully into themself,
To the fact that they also are gods too
And the children of One, who loves them true.
But the thing that I find hardest to do
Is to take full responsibility through and through
For it's only by looking it full in the face
That we learn to find God's true Grace.
My soul has chosen in its own wisdom
To come to Earth from another kingdom.
It's here with many who came to bring
A heaven on Earth, with our heavenly king.
Our mission is to help the Earth rise
To a higher dimension in God's own eyes,
To a brand new height we've come to bring
Upliftment to Earth while the angels sing.
I see the crystals, books and drawer,
My daughter's bed, standing lone and small,
A mirror on the wardrobe wall,
And the trinklets I love - I see them all.
The chest that stands with treasures of old,
The incense and the candle bold,
The flame a-burning in the night,
It gives off such a wonderous sight.
The oil lamps upon the shelf,
Are colored brightly, like myself,
For in this treasured room I see -
The best treasure of all - the inner me!
It's hard to follow
The straight and true,
Our lives seem separate
In all we do.
One life of dreams
And one we live
To show the world
That we fit in.
We show the world
We are the same
It's the only way
To be accepted again.
But our truth is important
To others to share,
Don't hide it under
Your bushell there.
Let it be
A part of us
Showing others
That we trust.
In our own belief
Of what we are
And not afraid
To own our star.
As little children, as we grow
The candle flame is all aglow,
It burns intensely when we're glad
And shrivels down when we are sad.
Through years of torment, doubt or dread
Our candle burns a shorter head,
But as our hopes and dreams aspire
Our candle of life burns brighter and higher.
The jolts and knocks we take through life,
Our candle sways but it's still alight,
It keeps a-burning high or low
As through our long, long life we go.
It's not until our final days
That our candle lowers its glowing haze.
And as we breathe our final sigh
Our candle's end, like death, is nigh.
I heard the voice of the present say:
"This is all behind you - release it this day,
For until you release all this dread and doubt
You keep it with you and carry it about".
I knew that the worries and fears I'd held
Were all from experiences past where I'd dwelled
And I had to release them to let me be free
Or they'd always be part of this present day me.
So I trepidly stepped back into my past
And faced full on the monsters so vast,
As I reached to embrace what I'd feared so mean
The monsters evaporated, and weren't to be seen.
I suddenly felt lighter as I looked all around
For the fears of my past were nowhere to be found.
I looked for the dread and the doubt and the fear
But it had been replaced by a love so dear.
For somehow through facing in full recognition
The truth of the past from a higher position,
I embraced it and healed it and brought in the light
And the fears of yesterday were now nowhere in sight.
But there never does seem
To be enough time
We're always hurrying
And it seems like a crime.
From the moment we wake
Til the time that we sleep
We're working our butts off
Following others like sheep.
No time, no time
Says the busiest man
No time to catch up
I hear it again.
Until there is someone
Who stands out in a crowd
And says so firmly
In a voice stern but load -
"Take heed and slow down
And time won't pass you by.
For time is disappearing
As the years fly by.
Go deeply within
And relax in yourself
And you'll find then that time
Exists not of itself.
For it really is futile
To race to and fro
For we get far more done
If we follow our goal.
And take each separate moment
Individually and know
As we concentrate fully
That there is only now."
So if we can just live for
The matter in hand
Time will dissolve
And each moment be grand.
Her mirth was such we all were charmed
By that lively high-pitched sound.
She had a grin you couldn't miss,
Infectious, it was found.
She filled our life with tensions high
As spirited we argued and fought.
There never was a moment dull
As each day new lessons brought.
Her sister was her closest friend,
Her brother like any other.
Sometimes they'd fight, sometimes they pray,
And yet they loved each other.
A special soul, yet quite the same
As many teenagers were.
She filled our home with music loud
Behind her tight-closed door.
That special soul I must admit
To others, may not have been
But to us, her family, that special soul
Was a beautiful, lively queen.
The walls vibrated with her joy
As she sang and danced all day,
Until that day - that tragic day
When the Lord took her away.
Now our home is quiet within
And the walls ring out her name.
The tears we've shed each night in bed
As we've missed her lively frame.
For now her soul is far above
In its home in another dimension
One day we hope to meet again
In that special place called heaven.
Fill my life
With words and deeds
To help others on their way.
Let me not hurt
Another soul
Keep me far from sin.
Let me touch each one I meet
Let me help
Some way -
To bring light and hope
To all
As I pass this day.
Let me walk the path I choose
To help others
Every day.
Help me Lord
To live your truth
As I pass along my way.
We'd go to church, it's message to inspire
The story of Jesus on the cross up higher
And then the tomb that was open and bare
'He is risen' was the message that we'd share.
But now as the years have taken their toll
I ponder within deep down in my soul
For the true Easter message is not what is past
It's the experience of 'now' and that's what will last.
For if our lives with joy are filled
And given to others to make them thrilled,
What more could we do to lend a hand
Than sharing love woth our fellowman.
The Easter message now I feel
Is to love each other and help all heal
The new chance that was given this day
Those years ago - we can share this way.
They were far below as we flew along
The sun was setting and I felt a song
So I penned this verse as paper I grabbed
And released this song onto the pad.
The ribbon in the sky, I heard again
It captured the moment like my flying pen
The beauty of the setting sun
As we upwards flew, on the run.
The whizzing cars were everywhere
Like rainbow sparkles in the air
We drove on over that bridge so high
Over the Ribbon in the Sky.
Eyes of blue and skin so fair
Which now is tanned by weather rare
Freckles ypon his outstretched arm
As he holds the wheel in a pose so calm.
The traffic outside bothers him not
As we drive full pelt to our camping spot.
He's calm and collected - well outside at least
And I'm wondering what is inside of this feast -
Of a man who I've known more than thirty years.
Our life together has brought joy and some tears
Yet he's stood beside me all the way
Even though at times I was tempted to stray.
He is stern, yet inside he's a good faithful soul
And his life is of service - helping others his goal.
His years in the Post Office number thirty seven
And he's helped many people because of his caring.
For he gives of himself - his generosity so pure
That all who encounter him welcome him sure
For they know that this man with eyes of blue
Will always help out and will see it through.
His stubbornness borders on determination
Yet I know there are times he causes frustration
But in his heart that is straight and true
You will find a good man with those eyes of blue.
Sometimes grumpy, sometimes bold,
Sometimes a temper he does hold
But all in all he's not too bad
A better husband I couldn't have had.
I love his smooth face after a shave
I love the fact that he is brave
I love his cuddle and his kiss
If he went away, that most I'd miss.
His loyal devotion, his givingness
That also I would sorely miss
He gives so much both night and day
So much he does in every way.
His five foot eight is shrinkling fast
But he's still as slim as in the past
His weathered skin gives away his age
And often he will rant with rage.
He says he hates my poetry
But it best describes him, I'm sure you'll agree
He lives his life by his own set plan
This person I call my special man.
We had loaded everything
For a few days by the sea
The car was chocked with everything
As far as we could see.
The red, red rain of the night before
Had left its mark all over the car
I pondered this as we sped along
And our destination didn't seem so far.
We arrived upon our camping site
The sun was shining now
We started to unload our gear
So much to do somehow.
Out came the table and the chairs
The tent was first of course
The blow up beds, kettle and stove
All things for food we brought.
The tent now up I duly unpacked
The clothes, the pegs, the broom
The pillows in their little bag
To fill the inside room.
We had so much, I seemed to feel
As I dropped upon the floor
Only to realize seconds later
With a thud, my hoipes deplored.
For in our speed to leave our home
There's one thing we'd forgotten
No sleeping bag in our lot was found
I felt just simply rotten!
So back to home we went full bore
On Good Friday it was at that!
No shops were open so we couldn't stay
Or we'd freeze with no sleeping sack.
The trip was over ninety minutes
But we made it back in time
To return again to our camping lot
And I wrote this little rhyme.
My life was once so sheltered and small
So much to learn - I can now see it all
It's not until you're opened wide
By a tragedy that splits you side from side.
I felt I was like a fragile glass
But the fears and sadness couldn't last
The emptiness then that I felt within
Began to fill, and I started to grin.
For my life began to turn around
As strangers befriended me, I found
That the emptiness was filling with light
As I started to find others in the same plight.
So with others I shared, and they in return
Expressed their sadness, and we all did learn
That despite, and because of our tragedy
We began to see it was meant to be.
Sharing our life with our fellowman
Through hardships, strife, and with family clan,
It's love that's important - it's what we do share
Not separation, about which we despair.
It's what we share and not what is different
It brings us together and makes us indifferent
To the things that separate and the things that divide
For after all, we stand side by side.
In this world of the living we join in our pain
And find that our souls meld as one, once again
Together, not separate, in spirit we'll be
So why not now start rejoicing with me.
As I share my story with you now
I see the future and what it holds somehow
The books I have written are up on the shelf
My life has a purpose - to give of myself.
And when it is done and my time here is past
I'll look back and see I've left something to last
For the words that I've poured into pages today
Will continue in long after I've passed this way.
Seagulls overhead fly by
And the air is filled with the seagull's cry
Jugged rocks behind me stand
Looking magnificant, like monoliths grand.
These statues of rock, such intricate design
So much work from those hands Divine
Nature's own, with beauty rare
Rising wonderingly in the air.
I look again at the rising waves
Their beauty awes me, and I gaze
Into this blue of gurgling sea
The sounds and sights fill all of me.
Help me Lord, along the path
Down the one that's straight and fast.
Lead me to your loving arms
Back from this place of troubling qualms.
Sometimes I stray so far away
And the light seems dim today
Lift me up into your sight
Help me Lord to see your light.
The piles of leaves are mountains high
As they rustle in the swirling winds
And then they upward soar again
And take to higher things.
Our northern winds are warm and dry
In our land known as Australia
And autumn is a lovely time
And birds are in their clover.
The sun is speckled through strips of cloud
And the wind is roaring now
It's warm outside and fun to see
The trees dance to the wind and bow
Oh, autumn is a lovely time
With its co;ored mounds of leaves
And I love to sit outside and watch
The mystic, magical trees.
The fact that I am feeling truths
They so strongly disbelieve
And it makes me feel like a cast off cloak
As in sorrow I silently grieve.
The fact that I feel rejection is
No fault of any one else
For it's me that needs to change my views
On how I see myself.
I cannot bend the branches old
As I face my parent's mask
I know their disapproval is
An unrelenting task.
I understand that those who've passed
Their years of understanding
Are finding life for them has closed
To the new ideas I'm handing.
I must accept them as they are
In all they now believe
And know that maybe in some way
I may have sowed a little seed.
For maybe somehow they'll open up
And see that life's a game
And that I'm still the daughter I always was
And I love them just the same.
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By simply loving
All we do
We live our light
And othere too
Will be helped anew
Because we cared
And our words and hearts
We here have shared.
Our time will come
No doubt at all
When our brothers in spirit
Stand with us all
And together we'll find
Our path was gold
As we pass this way
And our lives unfold.
Though evil on this
Earth is seen
This darkness, hatred
And dread so mean.
Fear not, for light
Is strong indeed
It conquers all
In it's gracious steed.
For if forces of light
And dark did meet
There'd be no doubt
Of Love's victory sweet.
For love will win
Through all the strife
T'will conquer all
For Love is life.
So in loving all
This Love shall be
Our shield of light
For all to see.
ELM - EARTH LINK MISSION
As earthquakes shake
And volcanoes spew
Our Mother Earth
Gives birth anew.
We know what out task
On this planet was for
To bring home and joy
To hearts less sure.
Our links through ELM
Have grown
And all our knowledge
Here is shown
To share our truth
With those who care
As bonds we make
With minds we share.
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