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.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Poem #94 - The Way to Truth

Tarry not.
No time to waste.
There’s much to learn.
Sweet words to taste …

Forgive the sinner. He knows not
Of how to use the gifts he’s got.
For all are blessed with mighty power.
But used unwisely, the soul it can devour.

Sit in silence and contemplate
What is your duty? What is your fate?
Is it to amass great wealth?
Or is it to abound in health?

Never will you see the way
Until you take the time of day
To sit with us and hear our voices.
With our help you’ll make much better choices.

So few do know that we are here
Waiting just to lend an ear.
They fail to stop and then to ask.
So much easier would be this task…

The world is made of energy.
Forces that you cannot see.
Different realms of which you’re part.
Your science has barely made a start
To understand the way you live,
But their mistakes we can forgive.
For all in time will be revealed,
And then the world it will be healed.

For knowing then that all is one
Our work on earth it will be done.
But ‘til that time we sit and pray
That you will stop both night and day
And in the silence clear your mind
In this way to us you bind
And make that vital soul connection
That brings back all the recollection
Of who you are and why you’re here.
Without this knowledge all have fear.
But when you link with us above
Then you finally know true love.

This message we will oft repeat.
We never will accept defeat
Until all find the great release
That comes when you discover peace.
It lies with you – it is your right.
It comes when you do find true sight.

So go about your nights and days
But stop and modify your ways
By spending time with us, your guides.
Peace comes to he who us abides
And carries on what we’ve begun:
The lesson that we all are One.


  1. A loving message of comfort today on my mom's birthday. Sit in meditation and feel the presence of the spirit world. "With our help you'll make much better choices." A quiet reminder that we are never alone when walking our path in this lifetime. On to spreading the truth..."The lesson that we all are One."

  2. It would be nice to be able to clear the mind to open up for "guides". Poetry is such a great medium as each individuals take-aways are often different. Unlike Lois Anne, I didn't get a loving message of comfort I took away directives. Maybe the military mind kicking in, but I heard, shut up and listen. How to shut up and how to listen, well that is the question. Meditation does not come easy anymore as random thoughts of "requirements" often crash any silence of mind. Operative word, Link.

  3. I needed to hear this today -I was saying to my self "I am to busy to meditate - with all that is going on". I have felt I am losing the connection I started to have with spirits and was feeling down about it. I CAN make time to meditate - there is no excuse. Thank you for this reminder.

  4. Bill, your comments are interesting. Know that as I received these words, the feeling was nothing but loving - no brow-beating whatsoever.

  5. I felt like a huge winged angel was hovering over me as I read this poem. There was a feeling of protection and love, especially when I came to the words, "But when you link with us above then you finally know true love."

    Thank you for those comforting words...
    Jennifer C.

  6. Suzanne, I am sure of what you say. I however read something for me in it and don't need the loving feeling. Too much testosterone I guess BUT a take away nonetheless.

    Poetry, and i know this is the case with my own, often grows legs and walks in directions not always intended. Often intriguing that interpretations could be so far afield from what was penned. In what I call philosopoetry--much like the hope filled poems you are receiving--are by their very nature prone to growing legs.

  7. This is what makes this an even more enjoyable experience, seeing how (and how differently) these poems affect others.