To Know the Goal
It seemed quick prayers were enough this time
as fresh air called to explore the springtime
Although forest walks bring peace and serenity
they were ignored for a very specific beauty
I have this passion for fresh wild mushrooms
randomly arranged among new season blooms
Experience told me to find the one I wanted
I should search an old orchard now forested
Late April chill was still in the morning air
green shoots broke the ground no longer bare
Nature was left forgetting winters memories
moving life upward, forming little buds in trees
Long steps rushed, singular focus in my mind,
to harvest Morels, to satisfy desire with my find
I barely noticed the calm that surrounded me
for my mission was to make my basket heavy
To fill it to the brim with treats of four star pleasure
to feast on springtime’s first edible fungus treasure
As I bent to pick a golden crown from the dew
a thought, a feeling changed to thinking of you
I filled instead with a twinge of guilt, I was selfish
to believe the forest was mine alone to cherish
I realized you had just watched my every move
not just now, but always observing my love improve
Far beyond what I deserved, you smiled felt radiance
in enormous waves of love, I barely stayed conscience
In this surreal awe, I seemed to know you were happy
with a son who mostly listened and helped you freely
Even within a moment of a self centered goal
you found a way to reach within my very soul
Its seems so very strange to me, master of divinity
how much unconditional love you have for me
A simple story of an unexpected and unbelievable love among the Morels. Truth be told, I had no choice but to reflect in that spot for quite sometime. This has become one of my most defining moments as here I was completely immersed in a self centeredness bordering on the extreme. Somehow God turned it around as a thank you for all the times I was not this way. It became quite easy to see that I also could do the same, my life’s goal changed that very day.
For further reflection: Padre Pio: The True Story
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Additional Thoughts about my Poetry
This site has written permission from New Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition (NRSVCE) to use Bible passages.
I believe my poetry fits snugly into the category of grounded mystical Christian theology. I have studied, written, and spiritually and physically applied this practical concept in my life for nearly two decades. I have never seen or participated in what some might call a vision or phenomenon. However, I appreciate that they may be a reality for the person or group, and God has provided them with deep consolation. For me, consolation is the beginning of a two-way relationship with God.
My own experiences are more intellectual in nature because I lean toward engineering and science. The reality for me is that God is always present because we are his tabernacles. We constantly miss His surfacing of lighter than a feather touch because we are a physical people. We talk about opening our hearts to this love, but techniquely, our intellect gets in the way. I have been trying to prove this virtually every day for well over a decade by documenting what I believe are grounded mystical thoughts in various ways.
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Prayer for young families:
Lord, let the young families of our communities get to know your joy, peace, comfort, and love despite the world’s distractions.
Peace,
Jerry