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It's in G-d's hands now
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Winter Solstice 2021
She knelt upon the large velvet pillow,
a petite figure all in black
––with ancient symbols finely embroidered––
mastering tools of the Wiccan craft,
wearing her childlike mischievous smile.
Her whispers in the long, magical night
of snowy mistletoe and holly,
blessed the sacred circled space.
For the midnight hour of prayer, Nimue
raised the cone of power charged in optimism.
With Sandalwood incense and healing chants,
with dancing fire from golden candles,
we celebrated our connectedness––
humble souls determined,
changing the world for Shalom.
October 17, 2013
Dedicated to High Priestess, Nimue.
English name: Linda Rutherford,
my spirit-sister in this life
and my past life as Jonathan
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Home is the wooded trail,
wet, dewy tanned leaves
and shades of gentle trees.
Home is the soul's connection
with friends of intent listening,
caring shared when Evil prevails.
Home is my one true mate
once enjoyed, then lost --
I am torn from Joy.
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10/8/2021 1 Comment
Another Boardroom of Fools
It is a slow death,
non-living in this crooked house on the hill of hypocrisy.
Intended for the creation
of a humble gathering
— artists and poets --
this twisted bureaucracy
exists as robbers of decency; apathy stinks from power.
A false breath, illusions shared among the participating zombies,
sellers of a dream that turned sour.
The diseased air is partly virus;
deeper lies the spiritual deprivation of another authoritarian committee.
I will rise to imaginary clouds
of cotton candy and kindness --
a world at odds with yours.
Care, I insist, regardless of Evil, and build through struggle,
strength outside these walls of pain.
Tomorrow, I may dance, with my honest friends — on a blissful ride to Heaven.
Hinda-jonathan October 5, 2021
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-- Time Beautifully Spent --
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William S. Lambert
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End of Summer
the Resurrection of Humanity
August 19, 2021
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poem for Earth
There is no compromise in Heaven!
The angels are not confused
as to right and wrong --
G-d shines a clear light.
America’s problems of race, religion,
political ignorance and greed,
without Her self-destruction.
Identify yourself as Earthlings
for the fuller picture
of what justice looks like --
disrobe your stubborn armor.
Our variety of appearances,
our freedom of diverse thought,
are all meant to delight
the rainbow of creation.
These years of hate --
built upon blind separations,
inflamed by soulless politicians,
must turn to Love and wisdom.
Every one of us could extend
the compassion taught by Christ,
or any tree that gives shade --
to wrap our country in healing.
Hinda-jonathan April 10, 2021
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As 400,00 American lives are lost to COVID
and millions wait for a vaccine and security,
the golden phallic stands erect
piercing the Eagle's heart.
I pray , another lonely day,
for Love to sweep my nation--
and my heart requiring the giving
to a future lover and distant friends.
Hinda-jonathan January 21, 2021
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As I roam this Earth
in search of my angelic family--
relations by soul identity and the compassion
taught by Christ--
I give thanks for the landmarks
that are made and kept.
They are the constant baptism
of knowing Jesus
and keep that beacon of hope
burning as Spring sunshine,
delicate, yet passionate --
helping my survival struggle.
Hinda-jonathan January 15, 2021