spiritual tune-up

REMEMBER

| Shelly

Let’s not bring up the topic of…

You remember,

When you were once Poison Ivy?

Oh how rash

The decision 

You made then.

Luckily, 

You didn’t spread that around

Too much.

Weeds are fine.

We all need reasons

To bow.

Least of All

| Shelly

We begin this season, most of all, trying to acquire much. The least of us will celebrate this Christmas with the least of all. Here is a poem, inspired by the style of concrete poetry Robert Lax is known for.

May it enrich your spirit. May it nourish your soul. May it radiate the light and love within you to be gifted to those with the least this Merry Christmas.

Most

of

All

of

Most

of

Us

are

Least

of

All

giving

to

the

Least

of

Us.

While living in Patmos; I became acquainted with Robert Lax. At the time, Robert was well into his purpose of serving Jesus with simple poems of recognition and praise. Robert’s clear blue eyes, fixed on yours, could burn meaning into a simple word or response. He was brief at every opportunity. And every word given by his love for Jesus was elevated by its simplicity and worth. This Christmas; I remember Robert’s love for savior Jesus. This poem was originally written in December of 2016. I have changed a few lines in this version.

HOMAGE TO ROBERT LAX

| Shelly

Wake from this sleepless night.

All discourd was not dreamt, was it?

“Tell me, my love?”

You hold near to hear these words.

Rest at the counter with coffee and thanks.

It will come.

Let the night of sleeplessness recede.

Hold still 

long enough 

to bump into 

yourself.

Hold still.  

Spirit insures.

The promise 

is 

here.  

Hard wired we go to this and that grasping the moment. 

Full circle

circles back 

in you

my 

friend.

Let’s not 

be fussy.

Re-Lax

accourding

to R. Lax.

Sip a Glass

| Shelly

Sip a

glass 

of spirit.

One that tips 

when topped.

Let’s hope our pleasant server

never

ever 

stops.

Let’s fill 

our glass

and sip it 

down.

The spirit

will

surely 

last,

far beyond 

the 

thirst,

far beyond

the 

glass.

I say 

the drink 

delights.

I say 

it sparks

with glee.

But all we’re 

really drinking

is 

something

made

for 

free.

A LITTLE SECRET

| Shelly

I’ll share

a little

secret

a thought

to

set 

you

free.                              

But we’re not all the same              

the

only

me            

is me.

I’m sure you’ll find the secret

it’s hiding 

right

in

side.

But tell me

who’s that doubter

wanting

but

to

hide?

Did you 

engage this

or were

you

needing

cause?

Remember 

as a child

you

knew

nothing

of 

these laws.

But really

there

is

truth

in putting

down 

the

sword.

How

truly

how

handy

the

Word

the

Lord.

I WISH ALL

| Shelly

I wish all
to know
the you in me
I wish all
to feel
the love
you give
so free
I wish all
to know
the beauty
the
grace
I wish all
to know
YOU
ARE
THE
PLACE

LET YOUR HEART

| Shelly

Let your heart

touch a flower

have it sing with the bees

Spirit moves through

mountains

Spirit rides the seas

Dancing on moonbeams

While lighting love

in our smiles

Taking all our 

nonsense

But trusting in a child

The Christ we hold

is truly, really more

Than we can ever 

put to thought

and

much

much

more

than

lore

BE DEEP

| Shelly

Be deep

in

your faith

Be shallow

in

your doubt

Be rich

in

forgiveness

Be poor

in blame

Be naked

in your

pride

Turn ashes

from

the flame

Love is

in the 

embers

It’s 

the

ego

one 

must 

tame