Never Alone and Nueva Poem

     God is a committee.  That statement is not unchristian.  I was raised catholic and I was taught that there are  3 persons in God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  The God of my understanding is another committee head that I can relate to better.  Ever since I figured out that I was not a pagan, (not that there is anything wrong with that) and I could still be Christian. I've been having lots of God moments.

     The first one I just remembered today.  I was having severe turmoil in my life about a year ago, but I slept very soundly at night. After the second or third night, I woke smiling and thinking of the song "Beautiful Dreamer"  I hadn't thought of that song in years, but it was going through my head that morning.  I figured God was singing me a lullaby.

     Here is another God moment.   I grew up in an alcoholic home, and I remember feeling invisible a lot of the time while growing up.  I was recently walking around town here contemplating how much time I spent alone, when I heard a distinctive voice in my head that said "You know you never were really alone".  I think I must have looked around to see who said that.  It came from another place in my head.  A chunk of the weight I had been carrying on my shoulders all my life had dissolved and I felt physically lighter!  I couldn't believe it.  Things like that just don't happen to me!

  The Weight

Time was

When the weight of the world was on my shoulders

It just sat there spinning

I had no control

Over its spinning.

I was helpless.

The weight crushed me,

So that I could not breathe,

It kept getting heavier each day.

I was on my knees with the burden.

Now I have learned how,

To remove the spinning weight from my shoulders,

So that I can stand at my full height,

Fill my lungs to capacity,

And live at last.

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                          Nueva                              



Even in the coldest winter

The unending breeze

Aids in my understanding.



The clouds move quickly and with grace

above the swaying branches

of the tallest trees.



The power is invisible

And can only be perceived.

Sometimes it seems cruel,

Sometimes kind.



Warm or cold,

Weak or strong,

The beauty remains the same.

Sometimes it even glows.