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From Which

From Which
By John Rodgers
At times my ponder strays and toils to answer riddles boldly veiled
The thought apparent lies within the point from which all knowing hailed
Upon my vigilant query’s aim,
the starting place creation came
My fix is solid, tried and true, no rest upon this cross was nailed
The truth I see before me stretched is known of course as life and love
Events and tides will ebb and flow, have they been mine or from above
The birth of all I see and feel,
may be imagined, or by chance be real
Should providence so choose to please these musings fit just like a glove
The point from which events were born may have been within my mind
Yet all I see and seem to know lies within creation of greater kind
Has Deity imposed this world
or have my selfish thoughts unfurled
This is the question causing strife as answers lie in stealth to find
My world and such I see and feel are creation from thought that’s true
Is mind a place where all thoughts dwell or many a separate avenue
Has this life been thrust on me by chance
or have I created with every glance
The victim’s mask I shall not wear with waking moments I once knew
If love and life has been my choice I boldly ventured to this place
Fate yields not my visions quest for I create with ease and grace
The working of this world I see,
in fact has been produced by me
The point from which this life was born brings light to shine about my face

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Where are all the Angels?

Where are all the angels?
As a child I learned of Angels, but never really saw one
I wondered if I ever would, for Angels must be fun
I grew up, and lived my life, wondering ‘bout them still
And then one day I felt a call, to do our Fathers Will
Now surely on a mission trip some Angels would appear
I looked up in the sky each day to see if some were near
But to my disappointment, all I saw up there was sun
So I went about my business, so much work was to be done
We shoveled sand and gravel, and we hung some water pipe
No one complained of anything, not a single little gripe
We brought some clothes and medicine, to people with great need
We healed their wounds and gave them hope as we put aside our greed
We worked together as a team, with a never-ending task
The poverty and pain we saw, we’ll surely never mask
As we traveled home one day, on our beat up old school bus
I finally saw the Angels…. In the face of each of us
Angels do not float on clouds, or fly across the skies
They ride on beat-up buses with sore backs and tear-filled eyes.
Angels have not wings of gold, or halo’s on their heads
Just hammers, drills, and screwdrivers, and duffle bags of meds
So as you look for Angels, and wonder where they are
Go take a ride… and help someone, the Angels ‘ in your car
Now if you seem to have some doubt that Angels could be real
Look in the rear view mirror cause the Angels at the wheel
Angels are not separate, or apart from you and me
They are the GRACE of GOD inside that we need to set free
For when you make a choice that you will do our Fathers Will
The Angel that’s inside will make you better even still
If you’re ever at wits end, with troubles of your own
Remember Angel’s work in teams; you’ll never be alone
Inspired by. Good Samaritan Mission Hospital,
Construction and Med team mission work.
La Romana, Republica Dominica
March 2001
John T. Rodgers
The Con

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The river chair

By the waters edge I place my chair

I thought that I would sit, and stare

at the rushing rapids sometimes there

In the River by The Mill

This sacred spot I will anoint

a few steps from my breakfast joint

Natures peace is the point

In the River by The Mill

As I enjoy the waters rush

The birds and bees a pleasant hush

With foliage so thick and plush

In the River By The Mill

at times the water runs so high

while others it just trickles by

One never knows what will catch the eye

In the River By the Mill

A day is calm and nice for me

When I have this sight to see

I’m so glad that I can Be

At the River By The Mill

If water slows, and bed run dry,

It will cause a teary eye

How will my lowly day go by

Without The River By The Mill

They’ll be a day when I’m not there

Will another use my chair

Will anyone even care

About The River By The Mill

I’m sure someone will fill my role

And feel the grace of this lofty goal

Allowing the river to feed their soul

At The River By The Mill.

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SUN

Ninety three million miles away, yet the most important part of each day

Our world circles round it year after year, with the utmost of caution to never get near

The life giving energy we need to absorb, is born at the center of this powerful orb

It gives life and takes it, Keeps planets aligned

It’s the center of a system that boggles the mind

We could never live on it, or without it that’s true, We’re not really sure of all it can do

Without this huge ball of energy and fire, the life that we cherish would quickly expire

We take for granted it will rise each day, and set in the evening as the calendars say

The day and the week, the month and the year, are measurements that each of us hold dear

They each are determined by the life of this ball, which sustains this planet, gives life to us all

The Sun is no deity, no god or master, yet without it’s consistency we would have a disaster

We worry about war, about poverty and disease, we stress over hunger, and hatred with ease

But nary a day do men given a care, to gaze in the sky, high up in the air

With care or concern if the sun rose today, or perhaps what would happen should it go away

It’s high time we took pleasure in this gift we’ve been given,

for without all its majesty we would not be livin’

A tad bit of gratitude will keep us in check, prevents men from becoming an emotional wreck

When we are grateful for the miracles we behold, the flavor of life will never get old

Look up in the morning, once again at night, take pleasure in this most spectacular sight

The sun is life, it, is energy and power

It keeps on working hour after hour

As dependable as anything that we know

It’s making sure that all life will grow

Say thank you Mr. Sun for all that you do your power and grace is undeniable true

I will start and end all my days with you.

JRodgers “ Positively Poetry” 2021

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Wrath of Zeus

Was challenged to site a poem with this title on a FB poetry page

Zeus peered down from amid the sky at humans in disgust.
He tossed a Bolt Of lighting to punish for their lust.
He resented all their decadence with their battling and mistrust.
Alas his anger pushed him to a place of great disdain.
You see he feels they bring nothing but disgrace upon his name.
He called out out to his mighty brother to join in his assault.
Poseidon god of water will cause this shame to halt.
All at one a mighty wave transcended all the land.
The reprobates have washed away by the mighty wave of hand.
There is no joy in disturbing gods of land of sea or air. The mighty Zeus will get his way while longing in his lair.

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Night Begat The Day

Upon this longest winter Night, The light of day eludes our sight

 As fear and dread enshrouds our mind, surprise of the Celestial kind

Solstice (1)

 Draws our thoughts a to turn with, the promise of  better days begin

 All at once the visions clear, we’ve been living lives of fear

 

The sights we know to be our truth,

 Have been fixed in place for years

 The tales been told to all the youth

 Eventually ends with us in tears

 

The ancients claim that long ago, the Moon begat the Sun

Our mind of logic says this ain’t so, such a task cannot be done

 

With this reveal all men refute the tales and lore of time gone by

 Generations move along with intent to  live the lie

 

What  was once revered and respected

Had soon become feeble rants

 Now the tales of fools rejected

Solstice (4)

 Wisdom’s lure the mind recants

 

All men just see the space between, the wall does cause a great divide

The search for self becomes serene, we settle for the side by side

 

However on this night of darkness, the moon will glow Divine

 As parent of the Sun lights starkness, Spirit’s Truth is sure to shine

 

With the glow of all that is, we must know what is to be

 What Solstice shows is I am in you, and in fact you are in me

 

 For there is no you are I or we, No divide just unity

 All that is, is ONE together This is the TRUTH that we shall see.

 

 This Winter Solstice Demands attention

Spirit sounds a Clarion Call

A sacred message for retention

 Love will concur One & All

 

 

So turn your eye to heavens glow that Solstice darkness will allow

The shortest day we leave behind the truth we live will save us now

 

All man & beast and earth are One

Life expands through thought

The you and I come from THE SON, what man has birthed has just begun

The moon begat the mighty Sun, mortal man birthed Divine SON

 All must heed the lessons taught

 As  Solstice Night begets the day,  Humility will light the way!

 

I am Life that I may be, I AM YOU, and YOU ARE ME