Archangel Haniel’s message for you:

My Heart Leaps Up


by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold


A rainbow in the sky:


So was it when my life began;


So is it now I am a man;


So be it when I shall grow old,


Or let me die!


The Child is father of the man;


And I could wish my days to be


Bound each to each by natural piety.
“My Heart Leaps Up” by William Wordsworth.

Public domain. 

Hi Jeanne,

Archangel Haniel’s Message For You Today:

“I ask you to notice the natural world coming alive. As you connect with the environment surrounding you, you too burst forth with a renewed vitality. The plants offer their support and guidance to you. Just as I am always with you, the essence of the land also consistently works to support you. Give thanks to the land that offers you food, grounding, and shelter.”

Your Angel Number For Today:

8 – The 8 vibration fosters abundance as you begin to grow personally and spiritually. You are becoming aware of the divinity in things beyond yourself. You notice God in the people you meet, the animals you see, the trees surrounding your home. It was all created to nurture your soul. There is oneness in all of life.

Action Steps:
Bring signs of life into your home like flowers, greenery, or a wreath. Cook with herbs. Let these be reminders of the beauty of plant life.

Affirmation Of The Day:

“As I am a part of nature I embrace my season of growing, I am planting seeds that will one day need sowing.”

Love & Blessings,

Time

Time is not my servant

Time is not my servant
but my camera.

It records my outfit of the day
my shoes and socks

my chosen menu
and nutritional delights.

my creative ideas
and works of art:
illustrations
books
poems
cartoons (framed and free)
(still and animated).

time is not a caricature
but a robot.
it marches
never morphs.

I flow
dance and whirl around through the minutes
flying static
on the face of time.

it is not my servant, but a camera
of my human path to divinity
every day
every minute, every nano second
prickles in the snow!

quicksilver

I am not my body…

A Deck of Pornographic Playing Cards

We were ten or eleven, my friend and I,
when we found them up under a bridge,
on top of a beam where pigeons were resting.
Someone had carefully hidden them there.
On each was a black-and-white photo,
no two cards alike. We grew quiet and older,
young men on our haunches, staring at
what we feared might be the future.
The pigeons flapped back to their roosts,
rustling and cooing. The river gurgled
as it slipped from the bridge’s cool shadow.
There were women with big muzzled dogs,
women with bottles and broom handles.
Stallions stood over the bodies of others.
The women smiled and licked their lips
with tongues like thorns. We grew old.
We were two old men with stiff legs
and sad hearts. We had wanted to laugh
but we couldn’t. We had thought we were boys,
come there to throw stones at the pigeons,
but we were already dying inside.
Ted Kooser
in Weather Central

 

Jeanne Poland in 2019

 

I am not my body

but holy outrage too

passionate beliefs-

that straddle the universe

golden light –

from my third eye to the tip of my toes

divinity-

that renders me eternal and able to transform

my body is a humble servant-

loyal for generations and sculpted by my tribe

Jeanne Marie Margaret DeLoca  Sr Virginia Mary of Christ  Poland  Smith

 

4/22/19

quicksilver