Zeus, Hermes & Dionysus,
the First New Year Baby
Hermes the prankster of the Gods, sired Dionysus
the love child of Zeus and a pregnant Semele,
who died when a wish backfired because
love between a God and a mortal, cannot
safely be; Zeus quickly plucked her unborn fetus
from her dying womb, to stash in his thigh till born,
becoming tired of the extra weight, he then
plucked the child, once again, into the light,
"You intoxicate me, little one," Zeus laughed and
pronounced, "you shall be the God of wine
and good times." Who better to introduce
wine, merriment and fertility than Zeus, the
God of electricity, a prankster like Hermes, and
an insatiable gender-confused child?
The Gallery
Mom, I finally made it in to see you today, this darn bloody wooden bench hurts my back, and so I won’t stay too long,
the gallery of marble and stone where you make your home, chills my aged bones, yet daily, I’m happy no where else,
remembering that Sunday in the park at La Grande Jatte when I was a little girl, even now my cheeks flame a bit each time I think of Seurat,
he was the one that gave me the beautiful bouquet of flowers, and I remember how pretty I felt, he was the handsome young man with the palette he said was singing to him,
I thought him a bit crazy, now coincidentally, most think I am, when I say my own art sings to me, I’m so glad he wrapped us all in a bright warm yellow coats, and even though I didn’t hear his music then, please tell Seurat I do now.”
A Thousand Artist Eyes
When twilight chases day,
heavens twinkled with the delight
of a thousand artist eyes
the day but one, a fireball called
the sun, to help us get our days
work done,
when twilight chases day,
heavens twinkled with the delight
of a thousand artist eyes,
all called upon to pay their due,
writers must write, painters must
paint; musicians are most blessed
for all, for their work they get to
play for you.
Walking with Angels
It was John Milton who wrote Paradise Lost, the epic of Adam and Eve, he was most probably counseled by angels,
I'm thinking of just a few, now there is the angel Raphael, who escorted Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden,
and Israfel is known as the angel of resurrection and song, wrote Edgar Allan Poe, even Michelangelo sculptured his angel kneeling with a candlestick,
Shekinah is the most interesting to me, the female manifestation of God in man, also known as bride of the Lord,
the Bible says in Matthew 18:20 "when two sit together and are occupied with the word of the Law,
the Shekinah is with him." She was also the messenger to Moses and Jacob, and John the Baptist,
and most probably to all us bloggers, poets, writers, And then there is Gabriel, one of the two highest-ranking angels in religious lore. He is the angel of
resurrection, mercy, vengeance, death and revelation. Gabriel sits on the left-hand side of God,
he has 140 pairs of wings, and represents the spirit of truth. There are many kinds of heavenly beings that bridge the spiritual and physical realms.
Saint Raphael, Angel of the Sun
Saint Raphael comes to us to heal what is not right with his wisdom and grace, it can happen in the twinkling of an eye, he is my muse and I am his,
Saint Raphael gets his power from the sun,
and he stokes our passions with delight,
burning the midnight oils for us,
with a voracity of unparalleled love,
he glistens in the day for us, and glows at night
with wings and horned-head as handsome as
any can be, when wrestling with Satan and his demons for our souls,
Saint Raphael is my muse and I am his,
he whispers in my ears at night,
“Let your passions flow for others like
the moving of water, and you Heal thyself
along with others.”
Uplifted by Angels
I am a 11:11 angel, I pray to be a
celestial artisan, that my soul be sprinkled with passionate thoughts, when I’m tired let their angelic wings fan me with healing energetic breezes,
let them light my eyes with the lamps of wisdom so I can see what is right or wrong, and give me the creative license of mixing pain and pleasure, terror and hope,
bless me with celestial knowing, wit, wryness, color and an angelic sense of timing, wake me out of a sound sleep and give me words to translate pain and loneliness into a form I can understand,
and let my optimism fall like seeds to the moist warm ground to take root in the footsteps of others.
Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subjects...
Some call her Mary, others call her Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, infant Jesus was her first work of art,
the toddler grew strong and alert, and when he smiled at those with twisted and broken bodies, their limbs grew strong, they who couldn’t stand before could walk away,
that part of little Jesus that was man never knew hunger, for angels nurtured him with the milk of God, poppies, and lilacs for desert, and their love which sustained him.
The Beating of Angel Wings
Melodic music of Mozart, and the beating of angel wings, breathing a pure and holy feeling into all who welcome them,
For those who believe and pray for help, welcome the guardian angels God will surely send,
And, Do not be Afraid but Delight when sacred scenes unfold as I:
For once in such a moment somewhere in my soul, A pure and holy feeling came over me. I thought I died and gone to heaven, and I decided it was okay,
I was suddenly awakened to incredible love. I felt like I could fly! An angel by the name of Sarah told me that angels have only one wing, they can fly only by embracing one another in love!
I was hearing the most refreshing, wonderful and musical things. I knew she was not going to take from me but give instead; she helped me be glad to return to share with others what was given to me which was God’s love.
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