If God Could Dream

You are as perfect as God ever dreamed,

Or could have dreamed,
If only He could be in my eyes,
And see you as I see you now.

Even though you are gone
You are with me always,
In my heart and in that secret place
Where no one ever goes
Or has ever gone.

Yet we will go there together again,
And be as one --
   True Love
That was meant to be,
Since the beginning of time 
   And eternity.

We can only exist in each other's arms,
Even though those arms are too far apart
To even mean a thing to those who wait,
For waiting is the dullest roar
Of any lion who ever lived.

And yet I wait for you,
And I will wait forever,
For never again will I see such perfection,
And in that perfection is my dream,
And in that dream is you.

Poem for the End of the Year

You are welcome to come,
Deliverer of my soul,

For I have been waiting,
(And for all time)
As if it were yesterday --
You have come
Because you were always in my soul.

And I knew I would know you,
And forever appease you and please you,
And then I would see you --
Forever, in your eyes --
And all would be well
And worthwhile.

For now is the moment,
As always,
When eternity shines through our minds,
And we see what everything means, and is --
And what we have been waiting for,
All of these years,
As if it were yesterday.

It is that moment,
When all time stands still,
When all time explodes into the nothing,
Which it is,
When we see the truth
And for the first time,
Look upon the face of God.

And he said "It is good."
So it is now,
And forever shall be.

For that is the cross we bear,
And the truth we know,
And the love in our hearts,
Which ultimately 
And finally,
And even in the beginning
Is all we know,
Or care about.

Miracles

What is a Miracle?

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Is a Miracle . . . .

. . . our planet which is spherical?

. . . a prophesy that's biblical?

. . . science which is empirical?

. . . a singer who is lyrical?

. . . a writer who's satirical?

. . . a reader who is critical?

No --

A Miracle's a correction

Of mankind's misperception.

As we go about our earthly business

It tells us of our own forgiveness.

By enlightening our mind

It takes us beyond time.

It keeps us in a Holy place

And gives us all the gift of Grace.

This world does not know Its way

Because Its laws we don't obey.

It finally makes us see the truth

Whether we're old or in our youth.

We know we won't be crucified

'Cause forgiveness now is justified.

It takes the very worst of life

And removes the very curse of life.

It takes us to the altar of Creation

Where we fulfill our sacred obligation.

It gives us all the very best

And reminds us we are very blessed

Because we have withstood the test

By making Heaven manifest.

Our sight has been corrected

And false dreams have been rejected.

A Miracle makes us finally see

What we can finally be:

Souls with immortality.

© Leo Vidal, 2014, All Rights Reserved

Poetry Is, by Charles Wright, Poet Laureate of the United States.

“Poetry is the dark side of the moon. 

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. 

It’s behind what you’re looking at.”

ACIM Daily Poem For Lesson #365, December 31st, 2014

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This holy instant would I give to You. Be You in charge. For I would follow You, Certain that Your direction gives me peace

Our human hearts all need to mend,
And today's the beginning, not the end --
Our Creator is our one true friend,
And to His Home we'll soon ascend.

He's with us always -- we're never alone --
He made us from Love, and calls us His Own --
Each day that we live leads us closer to Home.

Still it's never in vain
To call out His Name,
For He'll never change --
His Light's still the same  --
It's His Sacred Flame,
And the reason we came.

From "Songs for Miracles -- ACIM Daily Poems"

© Leo Vidal, 2014, All Rights Reserved

ACIM Poem: What Is A Miracle?

What is a Miracle?

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Is a Miracle . . . .

. . . our planet which is spherical?

. . . a prophesy that's biblical?

. . . science which is empirical?

. . . a singer who is lyrical?

. . . a writer who's satirical?

. . . a reader who is critical?

No --

A Miracle's a correction

Of mankind's mis-perception.

As we go about our earthly business

It tells us of our own forgiveness.

By enlightening our mind

It takes us beyond time.

It keeps us in a Holy place

And gives us all the gift of Grace.

This world does not know its way

Because its laws we don't obey.

It finally makes us see the truth

Whether we're old or in our youth.

We know we won't be crucified

'Cause forgiveness now is justified.

It takes the very worst of life

And removes the very curse of life.

It takes us to the altar of Creation

Where we fulfill our sacred obligation.

Our sight has been corrected

And false dreams have been rejected.

It gives us all the very best

And reminds us we are very blessed

'Cause we've withstood the test

By making Heaven manifest.

A Miracle makes us finally see

What we can finally be:

Souls with immortality.

Link to Workbook:  "What Is A Miracle?"

 
© Leo Vidal, 2014, All Rights Reserved

ON CHILDREN -- By Kahlil Gibran

ON CHILDREN

By - Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them,

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children

as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 

and He bends you with His might

that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

by William Wordsworth

ODE

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.	5
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The rainbow comes and goes,	10
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;	15
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,
And while the young lambs bound	20
As to the tabor's sound,
To me alone there came a thought of grief:
A timely utterance gave that thought relief,
And I again am strong:
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;	25
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;
I hear the echoes through the mountains throng,
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay;
Land and sea	30
Give themselves up to jollity,
And with the heart of May
Doth every beast keep holiday;—
Thou Child of Joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy	35
Shepherd-boy!
Ye blessèd creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I see
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;
My heart is at your festival,	40
My head hath its coronal,
The fulness of your bliss, I feel—I feel it all.
O evil day! if I were sullen
While Earth herself is adorning,
This sweet May-morning,	45
And the children are culling
On every side,
In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—	50
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
—But there's a tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have look'd upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone:
The pansy at my feet	55
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,	60
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come	65
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,	70
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;	75
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a mother's mind,	80
And no unworthy aim,
The homely nurse doth all she can
To make her foster-child, her Inmate Man,
Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came.	85
Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,
A six years' darling of a pigmy size!
See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,
With light upon him from his father's eyes!	90
See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,
Some fragment from his dream of human life,
Shaped by himself with newly-learnèd art;
A wedding or a festival,
A mourning or a funeral;	95
And this hath now his heart,
And unto this he frames his song:
Then will he fit his tongue
To dialogues of business, love, or strife;
But it will not be long	100
Ere this be thrown aside,
And with new joy and pride
The little actor cons another part;
Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage'
With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,	105
That Life brings with her in her equipage;
As if his whole vocation
Were endless imitation.
Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie
Thy soul's immensity;	110
Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep
Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind,
That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,—
Mighty prophet! Seer blest!	115
On whom those truths do rest,
Which we are toiling all our lives to find,
In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;
Thou, over whom thy Immortality
Broods like the Day, a master o'er a slave,	120
A presence which is not to be put by;
To whom the grave
Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight
Of day or the warm light,
A place of thought where we in waiting lie;	125
Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?	130
Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight,
And custom lie upon thee with a weight,
Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,	135
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest—	140
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:—
Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise;	145
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a Creature
Moving about in worlds not realized,	150
High instincts before which our mortal Nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,	155
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,	160
To perish never:
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
Nor Man nor Boy,
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!	165
Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither,	170
And see the children sport upon the shore,
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!	175
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright	180
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;	185
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,	190
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight	195
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born Day
Is lovely yet;	200
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,	205
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

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Poem About Heaven and This World

This World

This world is a bright and shiny thing,

But inner peace it will not bring.

Happiness here does not last long --

To God and Heaven we belong.

There’s a world where joy will last forever --

Walk with me now -- we’ll go together.

Though we have no sin we will atone --

We cannot enter Heaven alone.

Take my hand and we’ll search for more --

Together we’ll knock on Heaven’s door.

Open the door within your mind,

And see the light of eternal time --

What you’ve always sought you now will find.

From "Songs for Miracles -- ACIM Daily Poems"

© Leo Vidal, 2014, All Rights Reserved

"Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you."

Meditation of the Day:

5//16/2014

"Seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you."

We should not seek material things first, but seek spiritual things first and material things will come to us, as we honestly work for them. Many people seek material things first and think they can grow into knowledge of spiritual things.  You can not serve God and Mammon at the same time.  The first requisites of an abundant life are the spiritual things; honesty, purity, unselfishness, and love.  Until you have these qualities, quantities of material things are of little real use to you.

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We are such stuff that dreams are made on . . . the Tempest

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. 
(The Tempest, Act 4. Scene 1. Lines 146-58)

The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158

Give to yourself

Learn this lesson of yourself:
It's best to give love
To your Self.

Your Self is love
Comes from above.
Give yourself a shove.
You've nothing to prove.
God is love.

For Heidi Lane

For Heidi Lane

May the beauty of your soul

Make you whole,

In all parts of your being,

Even those you’re not seeing,

Where beauty lies for eternity,

And where we all learn to see

That what is real we’ll never know --
For you will steal the show,

While reality moves so slow,

And we are swimming in it,

And we are living in it,
With fish and mermaids,

Who also stayed

To admire your beauty in the evening star,

Which seems so near, but is so far:

And here will your crystal body rest,

With Master Jesus and all the rest.

Lesson 51 (5) Feb 20 I am never upset for the reason I think

Lesson 51
(5) I am never upset for the reason I think.

I think I'm finally willing
To let go of thoughts that are killing.
When I let God's love fill me
No longer do I let thoughts kill me.
And now I finally see
That things are not my enemy.
My beliefs have taken me for a ride
But my anger's no longer justified.

This Is The Spirit of A Course In Miracles -- Please Read

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