Heart Rungs

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As I lift the cover to my heart
And climb down each rung,
I feel the turmoil built over time.
It speaks of uncertainty of who I am.
Archetypes have formed, molding
Me, shaping my views.
They are hard to escape, and
Prevent me from knowing.
Who is the real Father?
The guy playing catch, or
The guy sacrificing for his clan?
Who is the real Husband?
The guy who walks hand in hand, or
The guy who suffers for his clan?
Who is the real son, friend, neighbor?
I am blind to these.
Who am I?

Take another step down the ladder
Within my heart.
I can’t see, just feel.
Life is giving me opportunity
To see, to believe.
But, this damn archetype
Shadows the clarity.
I know I am the son of God,
That love for me and others
Is all that is asked.
But…!

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017 excludes photo

Miracles

Miracles are like a bird’s song,
as it floats through
the clear morning sky
to the light of the sun.

My heart today is a miracle.
It sings a song so beautiful
it lights the world around me
and all those who
wish to share the miracle.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017

Dream: Lost

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A young boy, blonde innocence.
Walks a great maze, structures
of hallways and doors.

His dog is his guide.
He finally catches up
in a garden, but does not notice.

The young man, talented unsure.
Walks the campus, buildings
and rooms of learning.

Which to choose?
The wanderer does not know
sits at the bar, sinks in the crowd.

A man, searching the trail.
Climbs the mountain
the rocky top has an interesting temple.

Enters, and listens.
There is a river, endless and
grand, notices a shallow spot to cross.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, excludes photo

Complete

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As you wake, let these
words touch your heart.

The clouds float
to block my light, to
redirect sun’s rays on my face.
Your smile moves clouds,
warms my heart, and
cools my worries.
I feel your love bridge to
my heart, as we walk
with eyes gazing, to the
point we touch.

This is when I know
my world is complete.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017

Mirror Now

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The moon is the mirror
of the sun.
Her existence is without
unless her face
touches light.

Peace is the mirror
of the Now.
Her existence is without
unless her heart
captures beauty.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, except photo

Raindrop of Understanding

What if our world, our existence
is a raindrop?
A minuscule drop falling through time,
through an expanse
much greater than our universe.
A microcosm incomprehensible
to the grand scheme.
Such should be our vision, our understanding
of what we know.
See your thoughts today,
and past experiences,
as a raindrop.
A minuscule understanding
floating through a timeless expanse.
Falling, contorting to deeper meaning –
a meaning that is your Beloved’s.

~Schleup
© Steven Schleupner, 2017