About the Poetry

All of the poems in this blog are spirit-inspired. Every word came to me each day for a full year while in deep meditation. I simply wrote what I heard onto a pad of paper in my lap with eyes closed – meaningful, multi-stanza verses in mere minutes. I was unaware of each poem’s theme until I transcribed it later word for word. Each day brought new and wondrous discoveries about the world beyond our five physical senses, incredible wisdom, and messages of hope which I share with you in this blog. The last poems received are displayed below on this page, but the entire collection of 365+ poems are archived here in the left-hand column. You can search by topic or keyword using the search box in the upper left corner. May you find among them just the right message which speaks to your heart.



Friday, July 24, 2009

Poem #11 - The Purpose of This Game Called Life

A whole different feeling today with a very clear, simple message...

Children on a sleigh
Slip and slide and play
Free to run and say
“I love the day!”

But as we age
Says the sage
More we come to know
We’ve a long way to go.

Life is but a game
Every day the same
With rules
We learn in schools

Learn your lessons well
Only time will tell
Who wins and loses
By the paths he chooses.

Study hard
Learn your lessons well
Hear the bell …
It’s time to go
And then you’ll know

If you have learned -
Your time not spurned
But made the most
Of this-
Your chance to get to bliss

It’s very simple, life
When you understand:
Give a lending hand
Help your fellow man
Serve each other well.

The greatest things you do
Are not the things for you
But those that bring help to others
These your fellow brothers.
Before they ring the bell.
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  1. Lois AnneJuly 24, 2009 at 2:25 PM

    This poem has beautiful expression. The message of helping our fellow travellers along the path of life is clear.

    I love the images of the bell and school. If you think about the symbolism, the images are very well-woven. What beauty in the last stanza with the bell calling people to cross over.

    Another favorite of mine...

    Lois Anne

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