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I Believe
Posted by wfosterwelborn
When I hear a newborn baby’s cry
And the sun warms my back from a clear blue sky,
I believe!
When a cold white snowflake alights on my nose
And sun-warmed sand tickles my toes,
I believe!
When I can sense a presence and no one is there,
And trouble arises, yet I’m none the worse for wear,
I believe!
When problems surround us and evil raises its head,
I lean on the promises which stand me in good stead:
I believe!
I believe when I gaze on the immense, wonderful array
Of budding trees and flowering plants to children at play,
Yes, I believe!
The road is long and weary with hard labor along the way,
Yet we struggle on, hoping for a brighter day,
Striving to believe.
Should you listen carefully with your inner ear,
Spiritual music and words of praise will soothe away your fear.
Then maybe you’ll believe.
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Yin and Yang
Posted by wfosterwelborn
How far up before down,
Funny person but not a clown.
Where is half-way or middle?
When does a violin become a fiddle?
Energy forces flow in together, then separate,
Moving slowly, then accelerate.
Young then old, cold then hot,
Push or pull, is or is not.
Glass half empty or half full?
It’s a toy, or is it a tool?
Flamboyant and open, then indiscreet,
Hard then soft, sour then sweet.
Life, birth, death cycles careen,
Inward then outward, but not in between.
Swirling and blending as they enter,
Trying to blend, striving to center.
Life’s energy forces turn and blend,
Like tides going out or coming in.
Focusing and searching for tranquillity
So balance will descend.
Bells will ring if they’re rang.
You’ve conquered Lao Tzu’s Tao, which is Yin and Yang,
Turmoil fades like a dying wind.
Calmness now becomes your friend.
Namaste.*
*The highest and best in me salutes the highest and best in you.
Note: In Chinese philosophy, yin and yang (also, yin-yang or yin yang) describes how apparently opposite or contrary forces are actually complementary, interconnected, and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other as they interrelate to one another. Yin and yang can be thought of as complementary (rather than opposing) forces that interact to form a dynamic system in which the whole is greater than the assembled parts. Everything has both yin and yang aspects, which some call polarity.

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What Do You See?
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Before your eyes, here I stand,
The outer shell projects an older man.
If you could look inside, you would see
A younger, happy person, trying to be.
You’re young outside, while outside I’m old.
Your years are in metamorphosis; my years are gold.
These lines you see etched in my face
Are but a war map of life as I’ve run my race.
Your years are in front of you; mine are behind.
Who’s better off? It’s all in the mind.
You’re entangled in cell phones and Facebook, an electronic age,
Leaving no time for wise words of a sage.
Like Lemmings by the millions rushing to the sea,
You Tweet and text, playing games on Xbox and TV.
Your life will slide by unnoticed by you.
You’ll wonder where it went, just like I do.
Yes, your face will wrinkle and your hair will turn grey.
You’ll be amazed at the image your mirror portrays.
How was your life? Was it well-lived?
Did you prosper and marry? Did you forgive?
What did you accomplish? What have you to show?
What will you leave behind when it’s time to go?
In my twilight years, I wait to become and to be.
When you look at me, honestly, what do you see?
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Tags: aging, metaphysics, New Age, New Thought, old, poem, Poetry, Religion and Spirituality, Thoughts, Truth, Understanding, What do you see?, wisdom, young
Spiritual Affinity – Relationships
Posted by wfosterwelborn
According to Kahlil Gibran, Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity *. Unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or generations. It is, indeed, wrong to think that love can come from long companionship and persevering courtship.
It is, in fact, the spiritual affinity that creates companionship in the relationship. This encourages respect for each other, a deeper friendship, and a lifelong joy of each other’s presence. It also encourages communication (the ability to talk with each other in lieu of at each other) when problems arise. Mind Games and manipulation are foreign to it.
May you be blessed with spiritual affinity with your mate.
God’s blessings upon your journey!
* The definition of affinity is: “Close relationship; connection; a natural liking, esp. a mutual attraction.”
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The Dancers
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Through ancient shifting sands of time,
Two souls interlocked sublime,
Dancing in ecstasy to continuous unheard music,
Like sand falls endlessly through the hourglass of Time.
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Tags: Dancing, ecstasy, hourglass of Time, metaphysics, music, New Age, New Thought, poem, Poetry, sublime, Thoughts, time, Truth, Understanding, wisdom
The Rainbow
Posted by wfosterwelborn
THE RAINBOW
While traveling home from work on a cloudy day,
Traffic caused my car to stop, so I paused to pray.
I was tired, and my mind was on overload,
But my spirit overruled my mind there upon the road.
Have you ever sensed His Presence and felt you’re not alone?
You feel free, without burden,
Because your sins have taken wings and flown.
Freedom at last, and the key word here is free!
When I opened my eyes, the traffic thinned, and the sun came out.
I experienced joy and wanted to shout.
The Promise was, is, and will never die:
Behold a beautiful rainbow, painted in the sky.
Not just any rainbow, I would have you understand,
For it soothed my mind and calmed my nerves
While refreshing my faith.
This beautiful rainbow was painted by my Master’s Hand.
It was, is, and shall always be,
Set against a cloud-filled sky:
A marvel to behold for all wondering eyes to see,
Until the sands of time through the hour glass run,
It’s there for you and me.
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Tags: Faith, freedom, Master's Hand, metaphysics, nature, New Age, New Thought, overload, poem, Poetry, pray, Presence, promise, Rainbow, Religion and Spirituality, sins, This and That, Thoughts, time, tired, Truth, Understanding, wisdom
Controversy
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Controversy, like all good spices,
Will help sparkle conversation…
Like spices in the soup brings
Our taste bud’s sensation.
We’ve learned that too much controversy,
Even from the days of old,
Like too much spice spoils the soup,
Excess leaves readers angry, confused, and cold.
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Ole Father Time
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Once again, Ole Father Time
Has harvested yet another year.
His sickle sweeps clear the old calendar,
And another allotted time does appear.
With renewed high hopes and aspirations,
We again march toward our goal.
Determined to keep our resolutions,
We assume our newly-formed role.
Hoisting our banners high,
The new challenges we gladly accept.
Through this new time period,
We’ll strive to be adept.
Should we fail or falter,
One thing is crystal clear,
Ole Father Time waits patiently,
Honing his sickle to reap another year.
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Worry!
Posted by wfosterwelborn
Worry not about today,
Nor of tomorrow.
For in another day,
Short-lived will be your sorrow.
Time blessed both are
As history they will be,
Presenting another dilemma
For your mind to see.
As you concern yourself of the morrow,
And contemplate the day,
You will see that tomorrow never arrives
Because it becomes Today!
From a song on “Fiddler on the Roof”
“Sunrise, sunset, swiftly fly the years…
One season following another,
Laden with happiness and tears.”
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Anniversary of U.S.S. Arizona
Posted by wfosterwelborn
After standing on the decks of the memorial for the U.S.S. Arizona,
I wrote this poem to honor our fallen comrades on the
50th Anniversary of that day, December 7, 1991.
It is included in my book, Autumn Leaves.
We came to pay you tribute,
O’er encrusted decks we stood.
And because you are deserving,
We rendered as we could.
Oil seeps up to surface light,
Rainbowed tears of those below,
Doomed forever to silence
Those many long years ago.
“Forget me not,” you whisper.
“Perish the thought,” say I.
“Though you sleep beneath the sea,
Your memory shall not die!”
“Remember Pearl! Remember Pearl!”
Soon became our national cry.
Our country rose in anger
On a vengeance trail to fly.
We shed our tears; we shed our blood.
War took an awesome toll.
Still we fought on to victory
While you topped our “Honor Roll.”
So rest in peace, fellow comrades,
The victory has been won.
We’ll not forget the price you paid
Seven December, Nineteen Forty-One.
Note: Oil still seeps out of the hull of the U.S.S. Arizona, creating rainbows on the water above it.
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