I don’t understand why stars streak across a moonlit sky,
But I trust they land safely in the arms of God.
I don’t understand how an owl flies silently as it eyes fruits of life,
But I trust its grace signifies and ending meant to be.
I don’t understand why beauty asked me for coffee,
But I trust the journey laid before me.
I don’t understand how heart walls lift,
But I trust completeness within my soul.
I don’t understand why all has happened,
But I trust God’s hand on my back.
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The pulsating energy envelops me
from my crown
to my grounded oneness.
Going deep into forgiveness
creates voids –
voids once housed by pain.
It is not possible to let voids to exist
for if one does, they will fill again
with painful memories.
As the Archangels give this great
healing gift –
the gift you’ll be keenly aware
from the energy passing through you –
fill the void.
Fill it with love for you.
Love the images of the little boy
As he turns into the man he is.
This awareness, this Love,
seals the chambers of pain.
©Steven Schleupner, 2017, except photo
photo courtesy of Pixabay.com
You once occupied my heart
My heart’s intentions were on you
Now what remains are blackened walls
Charred embers of efforts not taken
I scrape these heart walls
Scrape them to a pile of ashes
As I hold the ashes in my hands
The love I have left turns them to a dove
I blow on it’s tail feathers
As she flies away
Steven Schleupner, 2018
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.
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Always believe in the Beloved’s will.
Lighting love by forgiving core wounds.
Loneliness is an illusion, a separation from God.
Innocence is yours, as a child of the Beloved.
Sins are here for you to forgive – – you are imperfectly perfect.
Wayward hearts – – seek beats from within.
External desire, shame, and fear set them afloat.
Lessons are here for healing.
Let them reign in your wayward ways.
Many exclaim injustice as judgement of themselves.
Yelling at, kicking, and punching their own best efforts.
Separation happens when control and attachment take root.
Oneness happens when faith, gratitude, and forgiveness shine daily.
New days are coming, with new lessons and new miracles.
© Steven Schleupner, 2017, excludes photo
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Know each day
I am the light on your back,
the wind in your ear
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saint and sinner
whole and broken
synchronous and struggling
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Frozen waters of past
Support my feet
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