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, December 25, 2009

Poem #157 - Nothing to Fear

Merrry Christmas to all. May you be surrounded by love today and give back as much as you get ... Today's poem comes with a huge dose of love to get you started:

Begin as you always do,
With a deep breath.
For today’s topic’s a deep one:
This thing you call death.

Why do you fear it?
It carries no fright.
‘Tis naught but a passage
Just like day turns to night.

And while to the eyes
It appears you’re asleep,
The spirit’s quite active,
So no need to weep.

Your body’s a shell,
A convenient vessel.
It carries your spirit
Like a train rides a trestle.

And when sick or old
And it serves you no more,
Then the body you shed
As you pass through the door.

And thus starts anew
In your life a new stage.
An exciting new chapter
Just like turning a page.

All your time on the earth
Helps prepare for this change.
Learn your lessons quite well
And it won’t seem so strange.

So as you can see
Death is nothing to fear.
It only seems tragic
For those you hold dear.

But if they would realize
That they’ll see you again,
They’d cry not so hard;
They would pick up a pen…

And write you a letter
With things left unsaid,
Understanding you’d read it
For you’re really not dead.

To those left behind,
Yes, the need’s there to grieve.
But hear us this day,
As your pain we relieve:

Your loved ones who’ve crossed
Are not gone, they’re around you.
They come when you call them,
Their love does surround you.

So think of them often
And know that one day,
When your time comes to meet them,
They’ll show you the way.


  1. Merry Christmas.

    Love the way this poem begins and ends."Begin as you always do with a deep breath."

    Life is often like a hot air balloon with ups and downs and sometimes frowns but as we learn of our own divinity our soul begins to waken.

    Another reminder of how our soul liberates us when we leave our bodies and how our inner light lives on...

  2. A reassuring message on Christmas Day! I feel blessed knowing that my loved ones live on, and I am encouraged by signs from them constantly. Today they were very much an active part of my holiday celebration. "Your loved ones who've crossed are not gone, they're around you."

    I am grateful to the spirit world for this Christmas filled with love. I know they were a huge part of it.