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Poetry from Spirit
Poetry from Spirit
Poetry from Spirit
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Poetry from Spirit

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This book of poetry is somewhat special. I can only tell you how it came to be, and that I am only the messenger. There is much more poetry waiting to be written. I have no idea what that is at the moment, and words will only return when this project is underway.

The first poem in this book, A Child Is Born, should make everyone think of their own role in this life.

I Am will hopefully help you understand exactly what you are and how little respect and understanding you hold for your own heart.

The People Watcher came from an entity, not physical, and haunted me in a very puzzling way, for days as I recognized various things about myself and others.

There is something to learn, or more correctly to remember, in every poem. There is one knocking on my door at this moment that needs me to explain the balance of this world of ours, but that is for another day.

I hope you enjoy the words printed here and that they light a few lights of understanding; that they may help to show you another way to make your life full of love and joy.

I try to live with as few rules as possible and keep those rules clean. Firstly, the very old and trusted Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Also to be kind. Remember that today is all you have. And finally love is all there is.

I wish everyone love in your hearts, peace in your minds and true joy in your lives.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBalboa Press
Release dateNov 12, 2013
ISBN9781452584119
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    Poetry from Spirit - Myra J McPherson

    THREE LIVES

    Once there was a Sapling, a Child, a Baby Bird.

    Once, when the world was new.

    The Sapling, with the wisdom of past centuries, just grew.

    Its beauty ever changing as the years, and life, rolled on.

    Being touched and marked by sunshine, by rain, and storms, and time,

    Serene within itself, of the ultimate of life,

    Knowing that whatever was its fate,

    That as a perfect sapling, growing to a perfect tree,

    Faith was all it needed, with love and purity

    to see its own true cycle maturing, recycling, renewing, ongoing,

    Never ending, enduring to eternity.

    Always giving of it’s all and thus achieving the ultimate.

    Unconditional Love.

    Once there was a Sapling, a Child, a Baby Bird.

    Once, when the world was new.

    The baby bird was curious, so new was everything,

    that came within his unmarked boundaries.

    He looked, He saw, Accepted.

    Then looked, and looked again, to see the stark, the gentle, to feel all elements.

    To know that life, the All was his protector.

    This knowledge deep within him told him all there was to know.

    This knowledge, then accepted, gave his life a special glow.

    He would live and love and soar the heavens, travel the whole world, secure.

    Secure that life would hold him, guide him, re-create him,

    His life ever changing, throughout eternity. Always giving of his all,

    Trusting life, with Love, Faith, and Purity.

    and thus, achieving the ultimate.

    Unconditional Love.

    Once there was a Sapling, a Child, a Baby Bird.

    Once, when the world was new.

    The Mother, in confinement, is protective to the end.

    The end, that is, of just one more beginning.

    She is fearful for her offspring, for herself, of what life holds

    for this ‘her child’ now born into this life.

    The child looks out within her world and sees the beauty there.

    She sees the beauty seen by all new life,

    but because of the restrictions in a world so full of fear,

    A fear that fills the child’s own protectors,

    The knowledge of the beauty, of the love, steady and true, is dimmed.

    The child can’t start her life as others do.

    And so begins a cycle, just another like the bird,

    And like the sapling, just another round.

    In the hands of that same keeper, that same love, trust, purity,

    Only free to think, to plan, to learn new ways and wonder.

    Where is security?

    Security already known to that baby bird and in the heart of that small sapling,

    Where?

    Where is that love, that happiness, that faith and purity?

    Is it really here?

    Once there was a Sapling, a Child, a Baby Bird.

    Once, when the world was new.

    The love, the faith, the happiness, the simple purity

    is born afresh with every brand new life.

    In every heart that starts to beat, in every light that shines

    within the soul of every living thing.

    The sapling trusts its maker, the baby bird its fate.

    The child must learn to read between the lines.

    To look for love, in censure. To look for hope, through fear.

    To see the light that shines within the heart.

    To trust in that same keeper, look beyond the face and words,

    and know that in a heartbeat

    Love is here.

    Myra Joy McPherson

    FREE WILL.

    I have this thing that’s called Free Will.

    It came with me at birth.

    But as the years have seen me grow

    I wonder at its worth.

    Free will implies my freedom

    to choose what I would do.

    That I may plot my destiny

    and be fulfilled right through.

    Yet, at my birth the law of care

    began it’s widening circle,

    Of teaching,

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