There has always been...


There has always been a war
raging where we could not see,
and someone is keeping score
in the branches of life's tree.
There has always been a peace
in the silence at the core,
as we wait for the release
of the burdens that we bore.

There has always been a hope
when the last of it seems gone;
and no one knows the scope
of the pattern that is drawn.

And the history of the game
written in the worlds above
will forever be the same;
for there has always been a Love.

poem by jeanniebean

The Mountain

Last night I climbed a mountain in my sleep.
It stood before me wondrous and steep.
And at the top I opened up a flask,
And drank some wine to celebrate the task.

My two companions shared the victory.
We viewed the world before us, as far as we could see.
The wind, the birds, the sky, the lakes below.
We might have stayed, but we had to go.


Then something plucked me from the mountain top.
I watched it disappear, I could not stop.
I awoke, still with the smell of lake and air.
I could not find the mountain anywhere.

With the memory still within my waking brain,
My friends, I yearn to see them both again.
Now I walk across the prairie, flat and bare,
I think of my companions, the mountain, lakes and air.

These are the illusions, that are not really here.
The dreams that fade, the friends that disappear.
I love this vast and open land, with snake and fowl and stone.
I wait for God to pluck me up and take me to my home.


Written November 1, 2003

It was touching, may peace fill the earth soon