My House of Poetry

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My Tree House of Poems

first floor:

child mumbling-mistakes

turned to lichen:

fertile fertilizer.

top floor:

vibrant-visions:

eternal.

In the here and now

byBoyanaPetkova

illustrator: Boyana Petkova

Some say

there is no now,

just this hairline crack

between the past

and the future

in which we sense

our presence.

 

Others say

there is nothing

but the now,

and the now

is eternal,

expansive.

 

This is not an argument.

It’s a paradox.

                   jch 6/28/2015

What Child is This?

Quenby-Michael-Annika
Woman-Man-Child

What child is this?
Meek, mild child;
Full of power-almighty?

What child is this?
Summons light-bright:
Radiates its energy?

What child is this?
Makes stars mid dark;
Carves paths to trod?

What child is this?
Intimate;
Exuding trust and promise?

What child is this?
Eternal earth born:
Sun stands still!

Wisdom


WISDOM

God is the power
None other.
Infinite.

God is the love
None other.
Bliss.

God is the mind
None other
Oceans.

I am the power!
I am the love!
I am the mind!
Infinitesimal
Infinity.
A fleeting thought
Extended by the
Creator!

Jeanne Poland
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