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, April 22, 2010

Poem #275 - There for All

The angels sing.
Like crickets
Rubbing their wings.
All the world
Exists to praise -
Their spirits to raise
Through song and laughter
Reaching to the Ever After.
Raise your voices.
Sing aloud.
Choose a cloud
And soar.
Be bound no more
By limits and beliefs.
Such thiefs!
Stealing your freedom
Like chains.
What remains?
An empty shell.
Now, THAT is Hell –
To be denied
But never fear...
This please hear:
No one’s left out.
You need no clout.
To Heaven all will go.
And there they’ll grow,
Whether sinner
Or prize winner.
All will enter
Into the very center
Of the soul -
The place where all is whole.

Lift your gaze
And give praise.
There does await
Not a locked gate
But an open door
Leading to more
Of love.


  1. "Not a locked gate but an open door..." An extremely profound and passionate message beautifully written to express the inclusiveness of Heaven. As always, Arthur, your work elicits great emotion from my heart. Fine images, too!

    My motto for today will be "choose a cloud and soar..."

  2. Wow! No coincidence here! Arthur was there listening to the tape last night too! Glad to hear from you again, Arthur. We have missed you.

  3. Angel voices...sweet music surrounds us.
    Coincidence? I think not.

    We must learn to listen...to shuck off "limits and beliefs".
    We must learn to see ALL-THAT-IS, and to "know it" in our hearts.

  4. Yes, I knew right away this was Arthur.

    Love the first line " Hark the angels sing, like crickets rubbing their wings."...What a neat image.