This first poem is quite interesting, as today's local paper has an article about me and my latest book, "The Priest and the Medium":
Those who tell a story
Often seek out fame and glory.
But look not for a greater prize
For lights to flash before the eyes.
Seek only that your words will heal.
Share with others what is real.
And in this way bring comfort true.
For this is what you’re meant to do.
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There's a lot going on lately with publicity for the book, multiple speaking engagements, and a slew of readings. Seems the spirit world is aware of the pressure I'm feeling:
Rest your weary eyes.
Work not so hard.
The journey that you undertake
Requires due regard.
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And finally, a poem with advice for all of us. I'm amazed at how the opening metaphor comes back at the end to wrap things up:
The mind is like the fertile ground.
Like a sponge it soaks up sound.
For all that others speak and say
Is planted there throughout the day.
Through all the words your mind does sift,
And often you are set adrift
By thoughts which you don’t really need—
These kind of words you should not heed.
Try hard to keep your focus clear.
Pay attention to the things you hear,
And filter out the endless chatter.
Focus only on the things that matter.
In your world is evil and strife.
No need to let this in your life.
For spreading goodness through your days
You help others to mend their ways.
Pay no heed to ugly news.
Your life is richer when you choose
To see the beauty and the light
And focus on what you know is right.
Take care in how you choose to live,
And thus you can to others give
The gift of joy, a smile so kind
That you have cultivated in your mind.