Month: December 2016
BEACONS OF LOVE – By ElizaBeth Coira
Wishing you Love, Light, Peace, & Joy this season, and in the New Year ahead! If you’re in the market for a thoughtful gift, I hope you’ll consider my gift book, Sending You My Love, available on Amazon.com today! This is just one of the loving poems shared in the book’s pages 🙂 Cheers!
Love.
We are beacons of Love.
Love is our best defense
Against all that is not in the world
Both the seen and unseen
Known and unknown
Love is our best offense
Against those forces that try to force Us
To not be our beautiful
Amazing selves
Our best selves
Our free selves
Our soaring selves
Yet, with Love there is no need
For defense or offense
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The (un)Merry-Go-Round – By ElizaBeth Coira
Who votes for the devil
To “do god’s work”
What a strange perspective on
~ Good ~
Too many have swallowed
The poisoned seed
Hollow idols following
Chasing a belief
That salvation isn’t
A given birthright
It hurts to believe
You’re born guilty
Creates a psychology
Of struggle against
The very beauty
Of reality
To live in the blind
Fog of a lemming
How does it feel
To be a pawn
To hang on the words
Whims of war lords
The noose doesn’t fall
Too far from the tree
For how many lives
Generations
Beyond our recall
Of human history
Have we common folk
Met and bled
Been sacrificed by the righteous
For ego and greed
It’s your choice to ride
Or jump off
The merry-go-round
How Heavy is Empty – By ElizaBeth Coira
the hungry do stumble
every now and again
making a way through the woods
just imagine how far
how high we’d climb
without emptiness
the pang
hole in the soul
hungry keeps going
but on what kind of path
driven
whipped
prodded
harnessed by fear
so different than wondering
hand-in-hand freely
with a friend
a compass
as true Lovers do
Until the Next Flower – By ElizaBeth Coira
There is no light
That summer brings
Greater
Than the One
The Light of Love
Illuminates us
Equal, shimmering
In the sun
Do you remember
All you people
The promise
We once held
Far too many
Have forgotten
Turned from paradise
To hell
But paradise
Still exists
Open up
Your lives
Turn off the clutter
Hate-filled noise
Tune in to Nature’s
Simple joy
Her paths will open
Up your wonder
Fields and forests
Play
Smile and flow
Like rivers roll
And Love will bloom
Again
In you
ElizaBeth Coira - The Home Grown Sojourner 