I am assured, by those who’ve grown wise, That all that is will never cease to be (Despite what custom leads us to surmise) But in a Field resides eternally. What now seems disparate and out of touch Remains always in this Akashic realm, And such awareness rescues us from much Torment that otherwise would overwhelm Our equanimity and cause despair, Since now we know what is will ever stay Available for humankind’s welfare, And Heaven’s where our souls forever play. Akashic consciousness reveals how we Can live with God in blissful ecstasy.
The birds of morning greet the glints of dawn By piping orisons into the skies, As squirrels begin to scamper on the lawn, And soon the frolicking of butterflies Will signal that the blooms of early spring Are blossoming, exultant, bright and gay, Up-lifted by the orisons they sing, A balm to winter’s torpor and dismay— Likewise, my heart is light and I must sing A sonnet that shall celebrate all this Uplifting of our spirits to new heights, Even to the pinnacle of bliss, Exultant in this grand, ecstatic trance That blithely stirs my rising soul to dance.
My highest calling now is to create, To exercise my art in poetry, By sitting as I do to contemplate How meter, matter, sound and sense agree While I depict the subjects on my mind Discovering, as way leads on to way, How novel artifacts may be designed That sense and sensibility display. Without the challenge of this daunting form, I’d not be prompted to discoveries; Such provocations set ideas a-swarm, Which is one of life’s happy mysteries. A couplet here will make this poem complete, This tumbling gymnast landing on his feet.
This day, each year, recalls the happiest time That ever I have known in all my life, A day when chapel bells began to chime Proclaiming we were joined as man and wife— Now thirty-five years since, and we’ve come far And traveled happily along our course, While led always by heaven’s brightest star. The Love we learned from our immortal Source, And even though my health is not the best, My hopes are high we’ll be together long And always celebrate how we’ve been blessed, Which is the purpose of this annual song: You are my dearest Dear, and may I be The same to you throughout eternity.
What will we in a hundred years have done Advancing still our human enterprise As, spider-like, from sapience we’ve spun A web that proves we have at last grown wise, Transcending those inanities that now Portend our imminent catastrophe But then a better prospect shall allow, Fulfilling our potentiality? Contention then shall yield to compromise, All parties striving for each other’s good For only then may our race realize The transcendental benefits it should When humankind is properly aligned With that intent for which we’ve been designed.