The Stranger in the Doorway

Stranger in Doorway

 I come into the lodge,
I’m startled,
seeing the reflection
in one of the glass panes
of the front door.

This stranger coming toward me,
looking at me,
looking like me.

Who are you?

Well, I know right away.
This is my reflection,
a part of me,
like a shadow
that seeks my attention,
that wants expression,
that wants exploration –
like a stranger
mirrored in this doorway.

Homer Free

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HOMER FREE

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days.

There’s dialogue with others.
There’s hope midst despair.
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair.

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home.

Walking across the brilliant white hot pavement in one side of Big Spring park behind my house, I happened upon this homeless guy who I’ve seen all over downtown Huntsville. I’ll call him Homer, though I’ve been reluctant to engage him in conversation and don’t know his name

He carries all of his goods in a kind of basket and shows up rolling it, walking or sitting on a park bench around town. I think he might be a vet who hasn’t recovered from PTSD because I saw him often at the VA clinic when it was downtown; they never kicked him out and he never caused trouble, though he sometimes talked to himself inaudibly.

This morning he was throwing something white on the ground near the park bench, and I thought, “He’s littering the park with waste”. When I got next to him, however, he was drying his wet socks on the hot pavement in the sun.

God Bless you Homer in your freedom to be and on your arduous journey.

Rhythms and Rituals

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RHYTHMS AND RITUALS

1 The colors of evening, now color the sky
Signal of passage to night
and the hills in the distance, silhouette and fire,
sundown’s now radiance of light –

CHORUS: Rhythms and rituals, now, life all around
Sharing our lives with the Earth –

2 The colors of the city, now, light up the night,
viewing from mountain on high,
The buildings, the people, their daytime jobs done
Merge in the stillness and flow into One –

Passage of time/ now/ feelings inside
Forever flowing within,
Expansion of ecstasy/ now/ moments in time
Great Mystery in all our lives –

3 We’re coming together, now, evening’s embrace
sharing our feelings, our day –
It’s a game – it’s a dance – it’s a sharing of time –
it’s a rhyming, a ritual, and it’s yours and it’s mine

CHORUS: These rhythms and rituals, now, all in our lives,
Sharing our life with each other –

4 Time is now bending, journey of dream
Voyage to distance of stars
Wonder of universe – Earth rising up,
brightens the view from afar

Repeat 1st verse and chorus

***Are we living as co-creative partners with all the abundant life we have on our fair planet?

 

It’s Only Rain

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IT’S ONLY RAIN

It rained all day
and through the night.
The wind was fierce
in the night,
seemed to moan,
and the flags outside
were whipping around.

All this rain,
is it Mother Earth crying
when she is loving us
with so much blessing?

Is she crying over
how we’re losing interest
in being her stewards,
wanting rather to explore
the unknown desert out there
in our universe?

Is she crying
or am I only imagining?

Because, get real,
It’s only rain.

Richard Evan MacKay

Evening Wilderness

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“Wilderness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the Human Spirit.”

Slight of wind caressing
pond’s surface,
crystal ice sheet
frozen water
sculpted to stillness
in waves and patterns.
by the sweeping wind,
days and nights of cold.

In the distance,
see setting orb of sun
on top of horizontal
outline of trees.
Momentarily now,
look directly
at sun’s brilliance.

Realize this tranquility
of space and time
in this wilderness.

The sun’s orb sits now
on the horizon
slowly disappearing
in a majestic brilliance of color.
I sit in rapture
and listen to this
still inner voice:
“Hold here another minute.”

The Universe, God,
the Mystery of life
has touched me
with this frozen pond surface,
the changing color and light,
the caressing feel of wind,
this wilderness,
and all the mystery
of evening.

 

Note: I think this needs some work to communicate the image.

Oh, I Hear God’s Voice

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OH, I HEAR GOD’S VOICE

Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the setting sun,
in the cricket’s song
We are all One.

1 So I sing my song
for everyone
share all these feelings
new day has begun.

2 Oh, I hear God’s voice
in the wind and rain
in the rising sun
in this brand new day.

3 In the rising sun
and the rising Earth
Oh, all these feelings
What are they worth?

4 Is this voice inside?
Is it all about?
Is it mine alone?
or is it everyone’s?

5 Oh, I hear God’s voice
within my mission
in love and in care
in a loving vision.

** I suppose this song doesn’t make sense unless you imagine or contemplate as I do
that vision, sound, song, colors, and nature are all energetic components of the One Spirit in a fabric of a vibrational harmony.