Category: Poetry

the dove

~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

Yes dear friend we all get hurt

   and others they can stir up dirt.

In love or out it matters not

   for human love is not what’s sot.

We look here and we look there

   and try to find love everywhere.

But what we find is half at best

   and breaks our hearts, perhaps the rest.

It’s not the love we’re seeking friend

   it’s half at best and in the end

We remember what we’ve lost

   at such a great emotional cost.

It’s God’s love, not the human kind

   that fills us with a gift Divine.

And when two in this space of love

   find each other, they find the Dove

This is the gift, these are the plans

   this is what our God demands.

To love like God, with heart and Soul

   and open up… let go control.

Connect with body, soul and mind

   into a place of Love not blind.

but wholly seeing, holy knowing

   this is the seed that God is sowing.

To love each other like God loves us

   and this my friend takes perfect Trust.

It takes letting go ways of thinking

   that hem us in and keep us sinking.

And letting go of future and past

   for these are false and do not last.

Now is all we have to love in

   so open gentle heart… begin.

Love opens us to possibilities

   and tears down all of our hostilities.

It heals all wounds, and mends all harm

   so let go the past, let go alarm.

Open up to life and love

   and live again, fly like the dove.

Open to God’s Divine Plan

   live in Love and hand in hand

Heart to heart and soul to soul

   watch the Divine gifts unfold.

Beautiful is life with of love

   it is the magic of the Dove.

October 3, 2008
God Whispers

a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

God whispers to you

   night and day

   in wind and rain

   and storms

   and sparkling dew

   upon the lawn.

God’s song of life

   sings, "I’m with you

   I’m all around

   just look and see

   for I AM you

   and you are me."

God whispers to you

   all the time

   in thoughts and words

   and deeds

   of self and others

   kindnesses.

God’s song of love

   sings, "I’m with you

   and you’re with me

   I’m everyone

   and all you see."

God whispers to you

   this moment

   in all that is

   and all you see

   of miracles

   and majesty.

God’s song of peace

   sings "I hear you

   and heal your wounds

   and fill your heart

   just stop and be."

God whispers to you

   night and day

   through everything

   you gaze upon

   in happiness

   in sorrow too

   life’s poignant as

   it’s meant to be.

God’s song of truth

   sings, " Listen now

   slow down your life

   quiet your thoughts

   just stop and be

   then you’ll hear me."

September 26, 2008
Creator

a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

No matter what religion

   Creator dwells within

   and God has never left us

   he can’t… you see, he is us

   and all Creation too.

You say that God made pain

   I reply he didn’t, he made

   emotions, mind and spirit.

It’s we who choose the outcome

   of how we feel and what we think

   our happy, sad or worried

   comes from us alone.

How I respond to others

or even to myself

   is my responsibility

   not God’s, not yours nor others

   it is mine alone my friend

   and yours alone as well.

God called us ‘human beings’

   he says ‘Just be… my children… play’.

But we take that play and twist it

   and call each other names

   we poke and hit and banter

   until we feel the shame.

We hurt ourselves my friend

   not God nor other either.

God called us ‘human beings’.

   we call us ‘human doings’

   for the being part escapes us

   in our daily life of doing.

God’s gone missing in existence

from our minds, and words and lives

   and we blame God for our suffering

   and we blame God for our pain

and we blame God for every other thing

    in life that brings us shame.

It is we who have created that

   not God nor other either

   we put everything outside of self

   when it’s us that’s the creator.

God loves us beyond reason

and allows our will and folly.

For this is how we grow and change

and choose again a different play

a different game, a new response.

It can’t remain the same for long

   for this is how we grow our soul.

It’s through our pain we change

   or stay the same and suffer.

So it’s a choice to stay the same

   as well a choice to change.

God loves us and supports our choice

   with majesty and might

   he doesn’t even mind it much

if we only choose to fight.

For he knows one day we’ll get it

   and we’ll change our haughty ways

and move back again to love and peace

   for our eternal days.

September 21, 2008
aging…

~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

Your face is hidden by a book

a picture of the cover.

Which holds inside a group of thoughts

about a time, about a place

but not about the man himself.

Perhaps the surface… not the depth

the fullness, sense or feeling.

There are no words, which can describe

the tactile sense, inside the mind

   inside the soul, inside the being.

Inside the fullness of the man

that’s who you are indeed.

A face describes itself with life

of all it’s seen and all it’s done.

It scribes upon it lines of age

sweet misery, sweet joy.

Every hair of snowy white

is honor that is earned in life.

Age is wisdom, color, flavor

experience itself to savor.

Wear it proudly, fly it high

   this flag of story, let none deny.

A place in time, describes an age

a youth or man and now a sage.

All slots in time, placeholders only

filled up with life, sweet love or sorrow.

Experienced within a moment

   for this is all we have… right now.

Life’s never over, until you claim it

be what you want, live it, name it.

It is our clay, modeled with desires

and shaped with every choice.

Choose life my friend, and live it well

with laugher filled and dancing joy.

Alive, awake and in sweet dreams

For life is what we make it.

Will you show your face to me?

September 14, 2008
Paris…

a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

Ah Paris ’tis the city of love

    a beautiful place indeed.

Enjoy yourself and if you like

    have a pastry for me.

A croissant, pasty or a tart

    with cream, and fruit, and crust.

Such a delight with every bite

    is sinful, and a must.

Have an espresso at a street cafe

   and watch the passersby

In thought, or talk, or steadfast walk

    so busy with their lives.

Enjoy a walk along the Seine

    or boat ride to the Louvre.

With easy access everywhere

    you can also ride the Tube.

Enjoy your trip to Paris

    have a glass of wine for me.

And over here I’ll taste it

    on my lips, just wait and see.

I taste a red, hardy and full

    it’s peppery and smooth.

Oh no it’s white, a crisp delight

   it’s flowery… oh no it’s bright.

Did you have two, or maybe three

   I’m so confused it must be me.

I taste a tart, and coffee too

    my senses don’t know what to do.

Enjoy your trip to Paris

    and I’ll be here with you

Or is it there, I just don’t know

    with you I’m split in two.

I don’t know what I’m doing

   and I don’t know what I see

All I know that I like you

    and you’ll have the best from me.

Enjoy your trip to Paris friend

    best wishes, bon voyage

I don’t know how to end this

   so I’ll just press the pause…

September 7, 2008