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.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Poem #62 - The Nature of Evil

A very clearly male presence today. I felt as if I were stabbing the words onto the paper. When I opened my eyes at the end, I saw that unlike my usual script, I had written the poem in square, block print.

Reform your ways. Stop the pain.
Hasten now your right to claim.
Go forth this knowing: There’s little time to waste.
Reform your ways and do it with haste.

The evil man thrusts upon man has to stop.
The purpose of your life here too many have forgot.
Shooting guns, thrusting knives
With little thought, thus taking lives.

Where’s the reverence for the spirit inside?
From this gift too many do hide.
Rest not until the dirt and grime are clear …
Until the voice of God you hear.

Do your best to not destroy
The part that’s made of love and joy.
Unfurl the fingers that make the fist.
Of all the evil, make a list.

Then one by one delete the thing
That to your world desperation does bring.
This thing – this evil – you know it well.
In your world you call it Hell.

But at its core there’s no debate.
This thing called evil stems from hate.
Love thy brother; hate him not.
This one truth you have forgot.

We say it again, lest you don’t hear it,
For nothing’s as sacred as the spirit.
Treasure this gift; use it well.
And know ye not the gates of Hell.

Go forth with love forever present.
Focus your thoughts on things that are pleasant.
We worry at times that too many will fail.
For their evil acts their lives do derail.

So help us with our sacred mission.
Love one another with no omission.
It’s very easy, this simple task.
Do it now; it’s all we ask.


  1. Heavy poem this morning for sure. Let go of hate. "Evil stems from hate." Words with truth, but how do we get our world to hear? Reminds me of the song, "Let Peace Begin with Me." Right? Let go of hate ourselves, spread the message, and "Love one another with no omission." And.."Do it now!" Bold and urgent message today. Go forth in love...

  2. I agree with Lois Anne - and how do we get the world to hear??? These poems certainly need to be published worldwide.