Tag: Eternity

And On It Goes

On the Road to Joshua Tree by Jane Tawel

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And On It Goes

By Jane Tawel

January 20, 2023

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And on it goes –

this life.

If you’re lucky.

And if you take

(and give and take),

well, then,

a little time

can go a long way.

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There is nothing real,

nothing that exists,

that you do not create

for yourself,

but mostly that, and if,

you do create

for others.

All else is suffering.

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Truth tells us truly,

that anything we make,

without love,

will never last longer,

than the span of our lives.

But all created  

with love is eternal.

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Today, be love.

Today, be eternal.

Be what you were created to be—

an image of Creator-Love.

Real. Here. Now.

Love.

Life.

Forever.

And on and on it goes.

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(c) Jane Tawel, 2023

A Bit of Time – A Poem

A Bit of Time

By Jane Tawel

January 21, 2020

 

With a bit of time

Thrown into the mix,

I honestly feel,

That I could nix,

The badness in me.

Would you not agree?

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But the harder I work,

The more that I shirk,

And don’t annihilate,

All my lies and my hate.

So, what would more time do,

If I’m just passing through?

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But if I were loyal

To what I say I believe,

Then Time is a construct

Of He who deceives.

Should I not be joyful,

In harsh weeding out,

Of all that my lust

Says this life is about?

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If Time also dies,

When we go to our rest,

Then Eternity’s promised

To those who are blessed

To have lived in Love’s infinite true Timelessness.

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Oh, Wherever, and Whenever, You do exist

Please, free me from Time’s greedy, selfish checklist.

Please help me today to be a strong resistor,

Of all that will harm every brother and sister.

And please, help me not cheapen my own weak, small soul.

For while it is true that I cannot control

Time’s strong pulling tether;

We are promised by Love

In The Way, lies

Forever.

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In Nature — A Poem

 

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In Nature

By Jane Tawel

September 2019

 

 

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In figs and pears

You oft appear,

And like the rose,

You rose

Despite the thorns.

 

 

What all I lack

In yon lilacs,

I find the glory;

As morning glories

Seek the same

Of the sun.

 

 

I too find rest,

Forever blessed

In The Son.

In bird and song

And honey bee throng

Like sparrows tended

By Your strong hand,

In sky and earth

In seas and land

You reign, You reign, You reign. . .

 

 

And like the rain

You fall on all

To grow the good

Among the weeds.

In winter mulch

Alive, all, much,

New life.

First, we die

Then rise to bloom.

Temporal as a weed,

But as The Rose of Sharon,

In death with You,  Eternal.

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