THE BUILDER

Each day I'm adding building blocks
To my soul's home with great care,
For the place I'm building carries on
From earth to over there.
Designs I choose are mine alone,
My consultant - only one,
Who furnished all a blueprint when
He sent to Earth His son.
Foundation blocks I choose with care,
Thoughts, urges, and desires,
From this foundation intents form,
As blueprint deeds inspire.
And through each deed, others note,
How logical this plan,
From the one who made the Universe
And then created man.
To be His representative,
As your building moves along,
To bring that promised Peace on Earth
Through love's magnetic song.
To share once more in realms unseen,
Beyond our earthly sight,
In unity with other souls,
Helping others to the light.
Suzie Q, 6-30-08

THE WAY OF PEACE

An edifice of steel and stone
Held strong beams toward the sky,
And marble columns stable strength
Arose to hold it high.
Within its decorated halls
Research and learning told
How eye could see what matter formed,
Amazing to behold.
And men were awed how knowledge grew,
How wise these things of Earth,
But others saw a sickly psyche
And need for heart's rebirth.
To balance matter with the mind
So man might learn the plan,
His soul had sought through time to show
A life of peace for man.
A peace to vibrate through the halls
Of learning, business, home,
Where rich and poor might share Earth's gifts,
True wisdom's paths be known.
And from these halls of learning, man
Devised a weapon bold,
He'd split the atom's power and force
This peace he'd sought of old.
Confusion great came in its wake,
With enmity and strife,
Surging forth like molten rock,
To wreck both land and life.
Eroding through the march of time,
The water, wind and sand,
Wrenched from that wondrous edifice
Its pillars, once so grand.
And scattered them upon the plains
Washed some beneath the sea,
Its halls of learning blending with
The sands of time decree.
But temples hewn within the heart,
Stood firm in love's embrace,
And formed a dwelling for the soul,
That time could not efface.
Nor hide the songs no voice could sing
Or trembling strings make plain,
Its beauty grew through loving thoughts,
Whose seed within remains.
To throw a shoot at man's behest
And bloom a wondrous flower,
The mother of the fruits of love,
Through thoughts of peaceful power.
A seed awaiting wisdom's touch
Lain long in soil of time,
Asleep until the choice of man
Releases its design.
And growth that comes not from without
But from within when willed,
Springs forth to bring that Peace on Earth,
And life's desire fulfilled.

RADIO DOCTOR

I'm listening to the radio
Would like to dance with glee,
Just heard this doctor give advice,
Good for us all, you see.
Let me introduce myself,
I'm a part of everyone,
I live among your brain cells and
I start at rise of sun.
Each one of us can live within
This lovely body home,
I feel so glad to be right here,
And never want to roam.
It's not that all is perfect here,
Let's lay it on the line,
It only takes one ointment fly,
To spoil our breakfast time.
A brother/sister brain cell says,
Our host, so loved by all,
Takes little time for breakfast food,
And skips the breakfast call.
But then of course, later on
At work, a wish to dine,
Hunger calls for calories,
Can't wait 'till luncheon time.
One brother/sister cell speaks up,
It says here in my file,
We must satisfy our honored King,
He says it with a smile.
Our brother brain cell has a point,
We love our ruler so,
Let's ask the warehouse guys to bring,
Some of their overflow.
Their boss admits supplies are large,
And some is needed now,
To assuage these hunger pains of course,
And satisfy somehow.
Call the higher supervisor to
Send something down the line,
To satisfy this urgent need,
And say, "Please, just this time."
Their supervisor cell says, "No, no,
We're classed starvation mode,
Then beg a fix to just get by
Convince the CEO.
My warehouse jars just love their jobs,
Their "horseback" ride each day
For them a Disney carousal
Let's keep it all this way.
We wish our CEO had heard
Doctor Lyn today,
Give it a try, see reasons why,
It works without delay.
"Have HALF your daily calories,
At the breakfast table,"
Red grapes or its diluted juice,
Half hour before, if able.
Eggs, whole grain toast, proteins,
Grape juice before each meal,
Warehouse containers love you more,
They'll shrink, a dandy deal.
Their rides get even faster as,
The carousal gains speed.
The body's CEO is glad,
Long healthy life, this deed.

GUARDIAN ANGELS

Do angels live here or in Heaven above
And from Heaven's portals sending us love?
"I dwell in the kind deeds that you've done.
The love you have shared, that helps everyone.
The comfort you give to each aching heart,
Your unselfish deeds, each one plays a part.
No Earthly body like yours do I wear,
But feelings and thoughts with you I share.
When comforting hearts of each needy friend,
Thoughts and your prayers with my censer I send.
To quicken each mind and comfort each heart,
I' m with you always, as prayers play a part.
Daily thoughts help perform what you both wish to be,
For you and companions sailing life's seas.
The healing you wish for each other soul,
Lights up your pathway, and both of you grow.
In silence, in secret, light passes to others.
Your journey is blest while helping another.
No physical body ensouls my life here,
My body of light helps keep me near.
So call on me often through rain or through shine,
It blesses us both, your spirit and mine.
As we keep on shining through each thought and deed,
Together we grow as we help others needs.
We are servants of God from His Kingdom above,
He bids that we wrap every deed with His love.
We're thankful and grateful for His wondrous plan,
Helping others we grow, each woman and man.
His son, an example showed us how to live,
Learning and growing, as our love we give.
Through each deed to all - for all races are brothers,
Collective hands of humanity, all helping each other.
Earth has enough for modest supply,
Through caring and sharing, for the soul never dies.
For more information, check Psalm ninety one,
Thanks for your question, and the kind deeds you've done."

MOSQUITOES

MOSQUITO SEASON
This morning Cicero Sings blog spoke of the mosquito season about to arrive. Perhaps that song bird won't appreciate the accompaniment of their high pitched background music. Here's a way to avoid their drills - and no swatting needed - in fact they don't even want to come near you anymore. Read this testimonial of the way the mosquito problem can be solved.
"Many hikers were enjoying the wonderful Laurentian hills on a beautiful day. Suddenly an unbelievable number of mosquitoes and black flies moved in on us by the thousands. Everyone in the group except my friend and I were badly bitten. We had brought with us a small vial of this old heritage lotion. We received not one bite. You can make it yourself, here is the simple recipe.
Six ounces of peanut oil, two ounces of olive oil, two ounces of rosewater and one tablespoon of lanolin (dissolved).
Some health stores may carry this item. They buy it from a heritage store and it will be already made up for you. It is also a good emollient for the skin in general, especially if one is sensitive to sunburn.
I keep it on hand as a skin lotion - especially after the following experience.
I found a surging dashing brook that tumbled past a bower,
Of lovely trees with fernlike leaves that mirrored dancing flowers.
The ballet leaves of poplar trees bowed to ponderosa,
With stately cedars sweeping by bright eyes gloriosas.
A mount above them mothered all with clouds and friendly showers,
And under trees, wild strawberries hid beneath their towers.
An ancient log dipped in the brook and offered me a seat,
All insect-free it seemed to be, a cozy small retreat.
I opened up my current work but scarcely wrote a line,
My bower seat was waterlogged and left me wet behind.
Nearby, a large and lusty log had fallen high and dry,
I'd lay me down upon its length, with wet slacks turned up high.
But squatters rights I could not claim, a small ant told me so,
He and his fellow carpenters insisted that I go.
I kneeled beside a weathered stone, a friend I knew would be,
The sun shone bright, to my delight, I'd soon be dry and free.
But not so fast - that 'copter sound, mosquitoes, could it be?
A fast buzz told their friends to come, they threw their drills in me.
I seek my shelter armed with screens, this walk I can't prolong,
My memory holds that brookside scene, I hear its distant song.
Note: A friend tells me she received a catalog that carries this
mosquito repellant. It is called Aura Glo and the toll
free number is 1-866-322-8209 and ask about it.

THE CAMEL

The desert breezes patterns weave,
My camel strides along,
Hoping for some silent help
An oasis distant song,
Does he feel whispers from a palm
Heard by him alone
Hope springs eternal in my heart
A desert telephone?
Do desert choir masters speak?
For I have heard no sound,
His pace has quickened, a silhouette,
An oasis found!
Palm trees wave their jagged fronds,
He sensed their silent song,
A secret knowledge known to him,
His footsteps hasten on.
The desert fountain welcomes us,
Sweet blessings from its font,
Fulfilling now a long lost dream
Each challenge to surmount.
I reach for pad and pencil's words,
Computer print can wait,
My muse is bouncing thoughts and words
And tapping at my gate.

COLLEGE DAYS

COLLEGE DAYS

After working extra hours for funds
To meet tuition needs,
The bus has stopped, I'll walk two blocks -
Recalled Mother's saying, "Take heed."
Yes, Mother's tapes in silence play
Both now and future years,
From somewhere in my head it plays,
And somehow calms my fears.
"Hello there," a male voice,
His quick step soon joins mine,
"We worked together Christmas rush,
How goes your daily grind?
Left campus to make some extra funds,
You shouldn't be out late,
I'll walk you home for safety's sake,
Or do you have a date?"
The College credits hours of work,
For tuition needs - like you,
Thanks, and now we're at my place,
It's time to say 'adieu'.
I'm child-sitting for these folks
And they're expecting me.
"Hey don't I even get a kiss,
I've kept you safe," said he.
His arm moves to my shoulder,
The keys are in my hand,
"A pretty fancy place all right,
It really is quite grand.
So let's go for a little walk,
Cruise 'round these grounds so fancy."
I sieze upon imagined sound,
A trick, and pretty chancy.
Their home was pretty grand indeed,
The owners kind to me,
She had advertised for child-sit,
One six, the other three.
They owned a huge iron/metal works,
I asked if I could stay,
My student visa said, "Don't Work"
I'll borrow, find some way.
He was tall and strong, from Latin lands
Much sturdier than my size,
I edge once more toward the door,
To think of something wise.
My prairie-chicken heart now wished
In Canada I'd stayed,
Kept on working for the News,
For a moment I'm afraid.
I say she waits for me at ten,
She's at that window now,
He looks, the key slips in the lock,
It's "Good Night" with a bow.
Days later door bells rang for me,
Two men from F.B.I.
"Does she have a working visa,
Otherwise must say good-bye."
To Canada I fled with speed,
I've found new learning here,
With lovely family and friends,
And memories to revere.
Been nice to have had another year
For study in state-side,
Both places help to balance life,
Love both, I must confide.

LIGHTS

Hidden candles light the way,
That dwell within the heart,
That shine to cheer another's soul,
Your thoughts make candles start.
To shine as you think kindly words
Like prayers in silence sent,
That needy one will wonder whence,
Or where their sadness went.
A prayer sent through each heart light
Can change a worry felt,
They puzzle - how this stress has fled
Had blamed what life had dealt.
Comfort feelings steal within
You've played a magic role.
For whether they are far or near,
It touched this other's soul.
Performance art, your caring heart,
Like nature's flowers grow,
A beauty sensed when far or near,
Another feels its glow.
Distance - time, there's no delay,
Your light has moved with speed,
A silent blessing has been sent,
To cheer another's need.

FRIENDS

I prayed that I might understand
The mysteries of friendship's love,
Held deep within its sacred flower,
Unfolding gently from within
I wonder at this power.
No words need speech, nor written lines
With voice and acts upon upon a stage,
Nor orchestra emloyed.
In subtle tones, a silent action moves within,
Unfolding gently, love's petals rising sweet,
Its width and depth we cannot comprehend,
The mystic joy of that special soul you meet,
That opens wide its gentle beauty held within.
And so upon a silent stage,
Love's mysteries unfold,
Each morning light to rise again
Renewing daily that love held within,
The beauty of a sacred soul held dear.
To change each life, and wonder why
All else has changed, the flowers that
Rise again, each day to shine anew,
Unfolding beauty softly from the heart,
Companions, true to all life in its sphere
Daily treasures from life's font within.

THE MONEY GAME

Keeping In Touch

In tinkling coins and folding bills
This fruit of labor's vine
For some, seems just beyond their reach
Though hard and fast they climb.
And some, uncaring, stumble on
Its green and luscious growth,
And scarce untangled can become
From stocks and bonds or both.
And there are those who fear its touch
Who only wish to know
Enough is there for basic needs,
So other interests grow.
And friends be friends for their true selves,
The inner being see,
Not for their wealth, that hands of time
Might grasp by fate's decree.
Some sudden winners cannot cope
Find they're on a plane,
That puts their lives in jeopardy,
Which hinders life's true aim.
It bears the "filthy lucre" name
For some uncertain ones,
And "root of evil's" frightening charge
From other voices come.
Could money be an instrument,
Like a stringed guitar,
When tuned and played in rhythmic tones
Bring joy to near and far.
But when it's gained improperly,
Spread notes in strange discord,
Yet used through time for right design,
Bring pleasure and reward.
So when its true perspective blends
In balance through life's whole,
This instrument of help through love,
Aid body, mind and soul?

WORDS FROM TALKING TREES

Will you be here Christmas with family and me?
"I remain in the forest, discolored, come see.
Can't join you at Christmas, I'm dangerous now,
But still want to cheer you, and I'll tell you how.
Come to my forest and bring a chain saw,
We all must come down, 'cause thats safety's law."
I give you my bole to make Christmas gifts,
A little red wagon would give you a lift,
Use me to build houses, tables and things,
Making new treasures, like those Santa brings,
But you must come quickly, we're hazards here,
Forest fires could burn all after two years."
Destroying your homes and even your cars,
Computers and i-pods, restaurants and bars,
We've died but created good wood that turns blue,
Come quickly my friend, we'll partner with you.
Learning new skills, like a Masters Degree,
Creating new lives, for both you and me."
Years past we provided the air that you breathe,
Now in great agitation, together we seethe.
Our "Best place on Earth" is closing its Mills,
Your minds and your hands could help with YOUR skills.
We all need a home, so let's work together,
We'll warm you or cool you in all kinds of weather."
No need to be homeless, we still have these gifts,
A way to recycle while practicing thrift.
Please speak to your leaders, they'll honor this plan,
All working together, each woman and man."