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Creation begets human consciousness daily.
Consciousness gives birth to Desire endlessly.
Desire transcends illusion momentarily.
Archive for the poetry Category
Our Father’s Intelligent Design: Creation “LIVE”
Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags Creation, Evolution, Intelligent Design, memes, reality, self-awareness, The Circle Of Life on September 23, 2011 by Uncle TreeUnion In Tragedy: 9/11
Posted in poetry with tags 9/11, hope, ruins, tragedies, union on September 11, 2011 by Uncle TreeThree As One
Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags atonement, fairy tales, God, Jesus, Keith Alan Watson, trinity, Uncle Tree on August 20, 2011 by Uncle Tree
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I went on this path one day – off the straight and narrow way
looking to find the unknown - unafraid to be alone
a skip in my stride - my smile a mile wide
passion perspiring inside.
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Suddenly! There’s a shadow - beside my own.
“It can’t be so!” No one came with me, I know.
Nobody else wished to go.
Who could it be then? How shall I begin?
Where did it happen and when?
Uncle Tree’s House
Posted in humor, Philosophy, poetry with tags Aaron Pocock, fairy tale illustrations, fairy tale trees, fairy tale woods, fairy tree house, Keith Alan Watson, tree poetry on July 6, 2011 by Uncle Tree
~ Putting music to words, and words to pictures ~
Living In God’s Frame Of Mind
Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags Carl Jung, Creation, God, God's image, The Universe on June 6, 2011 by Uncle Tree
I’ve been framed, by God! I have my own heavenly place.
I’ve been arranged! How odd - this life within His outer space.
When God Takes A Child
Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags children, Eternal Life, God, Heaven, life after death, When God takes a child on May 15, 2011 by Uncle Tree
What does it mean
to be a Christian
when the God you know and love
takes a child you know and love?
When He takes
your child
your baby
your most
beloved
belonging?
The Spirited Me
Posted in Christianity, poetry with tags identity crisis, The Rock Of Ages, Time on March 29, 2011 by Uncle Tree
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If the future is set in stone, and my life is but an old short story,
chiseled into the Rock of Ages;
firmly cemented in the depths of Time,
then who am I that verily trods upon this spinning earth?
Who is that me? Who is it that quickens with each and ev’ry step?
Who is it that gallops along beside the fiery shadow of Death?
Who am I that giveth life to this age-old story?
The story – like a road as it layeth down before me.
The Vision Of Saint Nicholas
Posted in poetry with tags Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Santa on December 11, 2010 by Uncle Tree
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Before he found his true mission,
Santa Claus had a glorious vision.
I sent him a letter last year, you see.
And he wrote one back that was just for me!
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If just for one day a year
I could wipe away ev’ry tear
Melt away ev’ry fear
Play carols for those who won’t hear
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If just for one day a year
Mankind would pause and lend an ear
Gaze at the silent star’s light
Imagine a Peace that shines as bright
Fairy Tale Doors
Posted in poetry with tags doors, fairy tales, happiness, Helen Keller, retorts on November 5, 2010 by Uncle Tree
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“When one door of happiness closes, another opens,
but often we look so long at the closed door
that we do not see the one that has opened for us.”
Helen Keller
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Uncle Tree
There is no Door Of Happiness.
Happiness is an ethereal thing that freely comes and goes.
It enters without knocking, and exits without saying goodbye.
If anything,
we are the doors that swing both ways
and come unhinged in
THE END.
Happiness and Sorrow remain our daily visitors.
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Whats-A-Matter?
Posted in poetry with tags alchemy, Divine marriage, hieros gamos, matter, spirit on October 10, 2010 by Uncle Tree
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Our Father in Heaven creates Time for us.
Our father on earth makes time for us.
Our Father in Heaven creates Beauty with matter.
Our father on earth shows us why Beauty matters.
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Our Mother in Heaven matters to Our Father.
Our mother on earth received our father.
Our Mother in Heaven feels with us.
Our mother on earth feels for us.
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Our Mother and Our Father love us.
mother and father love us.
Why? Because,
we matter!
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Science is the truth about matter.
Poetry is the truth about what matters.
So whats-a-matter with the truth behind
the science of my poetry?
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