Showing posts with label A Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Poem. Show all posts

Monday, April 13, 2026

No Luxuries Allowed


Bring all but luxuries, treasures, and money.

All those are his; he has no need for it.

Wealth buys things; bring yourself, contrite.

Self didn’t come by the power of money.

It was created by the power of God.

Bring all you have, the soul, before the altar.


In the inner light, you cannot falter.

In the presence of the all-knowing father

You need only bring the Son, the soul.

God receives his son with no reservations.

Where the son is instructed in righteousness.

And having received, freely gives of itself.

 ~~Mary Handy Moore


Saturday, July 12, 2025

 

Spiritual Power

Spiritual power that

Humbleness keeps asunder

As that power can ride

Astride the thunder.


It's able to clasp a lightning

Bolt of purest blue,

Whose strike returns

The Kingliest Hue

Of red like that from holiest

Veins was bled.


Spiritual power that humbleness

Keeps asunder.

The unknowing ones misconstrue

That power some wield, calling it

Magic - mostly bad.

The spiritual ones know the Difference. 

The charlatans don't.


No power is greater than

The one who gave it.

 

~ Mary Handy Moore

Friday, November 22, 2024

 Stones of Darkness

I don’t have very much,

But I have all there is to have.

I don’t know many things,

But I found knowledge in

The uttermost of all

I need knowledge of.

I can’t see much

But I’m a seer,

I see all I need to see

In the raincloud of

Seeable things.


I have no knowledge

But I know, just as

I am also known.

I can hear all things:

Things in heaven

And things in hell.

I can feel all things,

My nerve trunk is

Connected to the Root

To which are joined

All the other roots.


So, daily I’m fearless

While I’m filled with fear.

I’m delightfully hopeful,

While swimming in a

Sea of hopelessness.

I command myself to be brave,

In my daily walk towards

The certainty of death.

I realized I’m Light

Encased in a

Stone of darkness. Live.

~Mary Handy Moore

11-22-24





Allusions and metaphors can be heard and seen throughout this poem; a lyrical one is “I Don’t Know Much,” recorded and released by Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt (1989). There are words found in 1 Corinthians 13:12. The first 22 Stanzas are personal subjective and objective experiences in "the raincloud of knowable things," a phrase used in Theosophy and Transpersonal Psychology. The last 11 Stanzas are ancient and recent experiences and meditation. Unthinkingly, this poem ends up being 11-22 or 33 verses. I never intended that, but it’s as it should be. The picture is not as first seen; I have not been able to prompt a generative AI response to fit the colors and other things exactly as I saw them. For example, I settled for green grass in the end. This vision or dream made me sad for many months.