Thursday's Homily for the Devout 7. To the exquisite writer Audrey Howitt

Their story was one of deep hurt and I empathised.

Yet hearing the same story some years later,

Made me quite sad. You see, I have found that

Holding on to the dark clouds of fear,

Most certainly strangles the delicate art of ‘letting go.’

In the garden of the Heart, there are only fragrant flowers,

No room for the grey mists of doubt and suspicions.

One can affect these wafts, by the healing energy of Light offered.

In the meadow of beauty, there are only seeds of Love;

No room for weeds in this intimate valley.

I become a prisoner of my emotions, when I allow them to foster

Resentment and hate, thus tarnishing my sweetness, hopes and dreams.

O Lantern, the age-old ancient secret: forgiveness,

Forgiveness, forgiveness, is the only real way, to a lasting happiness.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 7th November, 2019

They asked me why I wrote this poem;

I said it was because it wanted to be heard.

I said there was a voice deep within, written in the

Calligraphy of Silence … whispering.

I said She squeezed me … squeezed and squeezed again,

Until I became malleable, like clay, She, extracting the last

Ounce of Love, kissing my voice and pen with eloquence,

Purely to awaken the Light in darkness.

I told them that I ascended to the hilltop; that, bursting with Joy,

I danced on the craters of the sun. But She helped me to descend

On a golden carpet, as She spoke through me, utilizing my words

For the benefit of all sentient and non-sentient beings.

I said that I wrote this poem, while talking to the moon,

Its radiant lustre shimmering in the synagogue of my Being,

Chanting poetry from the Light of heaven and the

Awakening splendour of rainbows.

Guiding its lips to the Hearts of Lovers,

It served only to unfetter their chains … to have

Them surrender to a million flares of Paradise;

Singing the perennial songs of Freedom.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 8th November, 2019.

Ok, so today is Friday. Who cares? I'm in Texas and this, so far, is the best time I have to write.

Each day is a sacred day … a new dawn. If we wait for tomorrow to come, then we will make no progress. Offer gratitude, take hold of yet another virgin dawn and dance with it, into the newness and fullness of daylight.

Hope that you love these poems and sayings … that you help me to enjoy this journey. the day … of work and be ready to welcome the next day also, even if it speaks of anything less than Light. God speed!!