Though headlines clamor, voices blare
and bitter arguments abound
in every fearful sector where
the chaos of the world is found,
each hibernating embryo
refuses to restrain its flow
of love beneath the silent snow.
When social order seems to fall
into the clutch of grasping hands,
a waiting surge is poised to call
upon the truth that countermands
the venom of contagious lies
before its spread can fertilize
the hopelessness in mournful cries.
Within the calm collective dream
of all-inclusive peace on earth
the universe emits a beam
directing to our own rebirth.
May every seedling labor through
the obstacles that block our view
of fellow feeling born anew.
2019 Mary Boren
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If you can set your biases aside
to champion what’s compassionate and just,
and value every member of your tribe
as if you’d given birth to each of us;
awakening to true community,
not rushing into battle unprepared,
but seeking out a path to unity
when sleepers’ predatory fangs are bared,
and forging through the darkness to the source
of light, replenishing your spirit when
the mantle sags, thus modeling the course
of energy infused with wisdom, then…
I’ll follow you with every nerve and bone
to places I’m afraid to go alone.
Mary Boren, 2017
Painting by Thom Ricks
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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.|
Deep within the hidden country,
down a road nobody knows,
lined in shades of mystic colors,
violets and indigos,
stands the bridge that spans a distance
wider than the river flows.
Can you read the cryptic marker?
Do you wonder where it goes?
Only audible in stillness
comes the summons, “Take my hand;
we will cross together.” Choices
dance around illusion’s strand.
Quickening, yet not awakened,
shedding scents of La La Land,
on the cusp of Dreamed & Doing,
step into the ampersand.
Mary Boren, 2006
“Be a feather on the breath of God.” -Hildegard of Bingen
Breathed into being by God’s unbound
I am the essence of everything
in all creation,
destined to soar on an eagle’s wing
above the ranges,
gracefully drifting beyond the sound
of seasons’ changes.
I am a thread in the downy quilt,
beside my brothers,
sheltering nestlings from biting cold
when darkness hovers.
Pivotal, temporal tides may fold
but not destroy me,
borne on an aerodynamic lilt
to guide and buoy me.
I am the spirit of east to west
trusting the flow of the breeze that fanned
my holy presence.
Once I am given to understand
the art of sailing,
I will return to the place of rest
through God’s inhaling.
Mary Boren, 2006