Serendipity
Things happen by chance.
A passing glance does catch your eye.
Was it meant to be?
Coincidence.
Two strangers meet.
Their paths cross on the street
And they become lovers
From that day hence.
Lives intertwined.
Connected beyond time.
Who can say
What forces do play?
Magical encounters
One in a million.
Yet so it seems with no explanation
No earthly reason.
And in this there’s truth.
You look for proof.
But none is forthcoming.
It’s pure sensation…
The crossing of waves.
It’s not for you to say,
But to join in and play.
Note from Suzanne - a stilted poem today, no doubt the result of my personal doubts about my connection with the spirit world.... I gave a phone reading yesterday to a stranger and got many "no's" that shook my confidence. Just now, after most likely blocking this poem in my meditation, I received an email from the woman I gave the reading to yesterday. She shared what I had given her with family members and found that much of what I told her was highly meaningful after all -- she just didn't know it (for example, one word I gave her turned out to be the spirit's password she used to use when on earth!). So perhaps I might have gotten a better poem had I not been so down on my abilitites ... More tomorrow with a more trusting outlook.
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The key to this poem for me lies in the last lines, "It's not for you to say, but to join in and play." All of us have experienced many moments of "serendipity" and many moments of "coincidence." Why question if it was meant to be when we know in our hearts that it was? Believe and trust...and move forward in gratitude to "play the game" of life. All will be revealed in time.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this poem, Suzanne, as well as your personal note regarding yesterday's reading. The world of spirit must smile when we "just don't get it."
May we all look forward to the "magical encounters" coming our way today...
Suzanne, your poems are always so amazing and profound. So are your readings! Not everyone responds the same way...
ReplyDeleteSerendipity.What a wonderful theme. How true that "magical encounters" often occur when we least expect it. This poem makes me think of your book "The Priest and Medium", all the twists and turns that finally bring Anne and Wayne together.Love your desciption of the "Crossing of Waves." You describe some miraculous encounters in this book.
you mustn't doubt yourself - the spirits never give up on you or us. It is other people who have to be able to SEE and UNDERSTAND. You can give them the information and knowledge but it is up to them to accept it. Many people will come to you and still not believe. All you can tell them in the truth!I am here for you and believe in what you do. All that you have done has helped me immensely.
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