My soul, innate divinity —
the spark of God that lives in me,
connecting one with all the universe,
your light can penetrate the veil
and shine where hateful thoughts assail
the finite realm, and easily disperse
the darkness of mortality.
With two or three in easy reach,
you leap to meet yourself in each,
reminding what we didn’t know we knew.
As seat of peace and love and joy,
you magnify the best, deploy
the rest, and fill the spaces through and through
without a single breath of speech.
When ego gains a head of steam
and plots to keep me in the dream
of nothingness, you hold my fear at bay
until the balance is restored.
You are my wings, my rock, my cord;
without you, I would be a chunk of clay
instead of holiness supreme.
Mary Boren, 2010
A tentative relationship
lies ribboned, sliced in pieces.
With each destructive, callous clip,
the agony increases.
Tomorrow will undoubtedly
find raging storms subsided,
but, for today, what’s left of me
feels conquered, twice-divided.
As waves of raw emotion crest
and anger wells within me,
engulfed in seeming nothingness,
assurance flickers dimly.
While in the desert of despair,
I’ll cease redundant weeping;
my soul, impervious to wear,
is safe in heaven’s keeping.
Mary Boren, 2003
Some higher truths are understood
at once; a solitary quote
can drive a lesson home for good,
while others must be learned by rote.
The holy bible clearly states
“Don’t fear” in phrases that abound
like manna, yet while heaven waits
I set my feet on lower ground.
I only need recall some things
in darkness, for I’ve seen the sky
replete with chariots and wings;
a host of angels standing by.
And knowing Who is present here
is all it takes to banish fear.
Mary Boren, 2010
|Luke 12:32||Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.|
|Psalm 91:4-8||He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection. Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night, nor the arrow that flies in the day. Do not dread the disease that stalks in darkness, nor the disaster that strikes at midday. Though a thousand fall at your side, though ten thousand are dying around you, these evils will not touch you.|
|1 John 4:18||Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love.|
|Isaiah 51:12||I, am the one who comforts you. So why are you afraid of mere humans, who wither like the grass and disappear?|
|Joshua 1:9||This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.|
|Romans 8:38||And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.|
|Psalm 27:1||The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid?|
|2 Timothy 1:7||For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.|
|John 14:27||I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.|
How I used to envy people
who, possessed with certitude,
soar above the plain and steeple
setting straight the misconstrued.
As a young adult, I traded
for a rigid creed, persuaded
sure’s the only way to be.
struggled to accommodate
Feathers flew in hot debate.
Noisy flaps in lieu of balance
simulate a mighty whir
but, when gripped in zealot talons,
dogma’s merely tufts of fur.
Comforted by faith (the closest
place I’ve ever felt I stood
to the truth) I learned osmosis
wouldn’t make me right or good.
Soon the need for battle dwindled,
frantic worries losing steam.
wonder in the Master Scheme.
Then, ostensibly regressing,
tender roots began to sprout.
I became immersed in guessing,
softly growing into doubt.
Mary Boren, 2004