Helpers

by Eva R. Marienchild

There are spirit guides who cry
when we succumb to self-will.
Stubbornness seeps through our soul,
robbing us of true courage.

We do know this.
Lo sabemos.

Do you know that conflict
taught us to dance?
Despite the perversion,
man lives
and glorifies.

While possessions
and lines of demarcation
exist,
small fires will be fanned.

It does not change
the fiber of the universe,
nor the stones that are
Billions of years old.

Kindness still bubbles forth,
like a smile that makes you squeeze your eyes,
and sink into your shoulders.

Patience peers with your favorite pet's eyes;
sees you and wrinkles its nose,
trusting you implicitly.

We are helped.

Why suffer?

Dances with wolves that limp, are not graceful.
Do you see the lesson?

Light has to be absorbed
before it is reflected.

Red blood;
blue sky,
green fields.
Why not clear?
There is potency and majesty
in the palette of the Divine.

Surrender to the stars
in their velvet-lined cushions.
These true diamonds
can uplift us.

Copyright © Eva R. Marienchild 2004

Family of Man

by Eva R. Marienchild

A mature soul is righteous—
one who does not run to another
at every crisis—
to have him solve it;
or to blame him for it.

Woman feels this in her bones.

Man pushes the knowledge aside,
and tells himself the story
that he will blow away,
like the wind
if he has nothing
to weigh him down.

Remember—there is nothing here for you
to begin with
if you cannot take it
wrapped in a pearl of love
to the Hallelujah shores.

Why do you think
a dying person's last
look is wiped free of pain?

Our wise survivorship
and the time
in between
are lessons.

We learn.
Aprendemos.

Have you ever roused
yourself from a deep sleep,
the edges of your mind rimmed
with exhilaration?

The eternal embrace does not
stultify.
It stimulates serenity
and knowledge.

Skin ages.
The real you advances
always towards Paradise
in a translucent form
that all the beauty creams
could not bring about.

Do not worry if you are slow.
A snail has God's breath.

We can heal
with words:
Gratitude;
Responsibility;
"As I have loved you".
Brotherhood;
Sisterhood;
Worship.

When you pray,
be quiet.

Do not trouble
yourself with
recalling
all that came before.
Just know you cannot change
the second
that has passed.

Because
I have faith,
it's been revealed
that each soul evolves
with the forward trajectory
of the worlds.

Know that there is mirth
among the heavenly hosts
closest to us.

Family of Man,
honor yourself.
The grass blade shivers
in the breeze,
and you have the
power to hear it,
if you honor
the voice
that dwells within.

Listen.
Escucha.

Copyright © Eva R. Marienchild 2004

Eveningsong

by Eva R. Marienchild

Brocaded shades
block out the
sun's sinking rays.

The dense
darkness
does not
diminish
the translucence
of my soul.

I
exude
an aromatic
faith,
like a bold incense.
On the shelf,
a dried petal,
perfectly formed,
demonstrates that
a rose is still a rose,
in all His glory.

It started
when I unstopped a scented
candle
and
suspended disbelief.

I ceased fixating
on the facets
of the cut crystal
and remembered
how to breathe.

As I pass a simple,
multicultural weave before
my eyes
it puts me
in a trance
of open-heartedness.

My fingers
trace the
raised surfaces,
lovingly.

It is at night,
especially,
that I seek the
Braille of love,
deep in my heart.

Copyright © Eva R. Marienchild 2004

Timelessness

by Eva R. Marienchild

Sensuous, sinuous feeling
of timelessness.
I gaze upwards from my leafy bed.

The trees that loom overhead
don't match us in appearance,
yet our siblings they are.

Rough, entangled with the earth.
branches spread outwards
eager to intertwine.

A life force akin to ours;
content in their immobility
yet vibrating with yearning.

We are not so different.
We also yearn.

We are both limitless
in our finite grandeur.

Our times of travail
and jubilation
shall sustain the planet.

Thus, qualities
consumed
by creatures large and small
become sprouted life forms—
a new cycle.

Live on, love! Eternal, inherent
ferociousness of feeling—
graze on the warm taste buds
of joy.

Copyright © Eva R. Marienchild 2004

Helpmates

by Eva R. Marienchild

Like shadows
on the walls,
flesh and spirituality
perform a mortal dance
to creativity. and acceptance.

As true helpmates,
we will wrest
deception, like weeds,
from each
other's mouths.

Copyright © Eva R. Marienchild 2004