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.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Poem #158 - Folly

I love not knowing what the topic of each day's poem is going to be. This morning I found myself sitting up straight as could be and felt an in-charge masculine presence which I recognized from previous visits. His language was quite different and forceful. After the first few lines he told me to open my eyes. I did so and discovered that my pen had run out of ink. I was able to hold onto the four lines he’d given me so far as I picked up a new pen and rewrote the lines before he continued. When I opened my eyes at the end, I could see that my writing was far more powerful than usual – almost like slashes across the paper. …

Who holds the power in your world?
The one with the most gold.
Bah! Such insolence!
To give power to something you can hold!

Do you not see the foolishness?
Such trinkets are mere things.
In the end it’s heartache
That your gold and power brings.

Squash this strong desire
For more and more and more.
You cannot take it with you
When you pass through heaven’s door.

Timidly you step across,
Thinking that you’re weak
For crossing to the other side
Your riches you can’t keep.

But lo! Surprise!
A grand awakening is yours.
For ‘ere without a penny
True love like gold it pours.

Silence this false longing
For things which you acquire.
For what at first seems treasure
Quite soon of it you tire.

But love, dear ones, please hear me,
This treasure doesn’t tarnish.
It shines forever brightly
Like a fresh, clear coat of varnish.

Be still inside; squelch the fear
And treasure you will find.
It’s yours to keep—God’s gift to you
When to others you are kind.

It’s madness, hear me, utter folly
To put value on the gold
When life’s greatest treasure
Is the one thing you cannot hold.


  1. How incredible that you, Suzanne, were told by the masculine presence to open your eyes...only to see that your pen had run out of ink. Your story brings a smile...

    I see today's message as a timely commentary on our "commercial Christmas thinking" in America. So many of us have much too much while others do without. We are cautioned once again to seek love rather than worldly goods. "Silence this false longing for things which you acquire."

    This fellow really does remind me of my dad...

  2. Suzanne, your experiences are really eye opening.
    More reassurance on how "spirit" looks over us.

    Our world would be more balanced without the greed and gold but those with the most may never find their inner light and "pass through heavens door".

    I love the line "To put value on the gold when lifes greatest treasure is the one thing you cannot hold." Our belongings only last so long and the meaning they hold is temporary..