FORGIVENESS

Love is neither given nor taken,

but rather discovered and allowed.

You can offer a much love

as the ocean to another,

but they will only receive

the amount they feel they deserve.

Forgiveness is like love.

Forgiveness is not given nor taken,

But rather discovered and allowed.

We may acknowledge

that Christ or the Creator

has graced us with forgiveness.

But in truth Creator and Christ,

working hand in hand,

don’t need to forgive us

for they never judged

the act in the first place,

They just love.

We term that grace.

It is us, our own soul

that must discover,

in a way that has validity for us,

that we deserve forgiveness,

whether for major disasters

or small unkindness’s.

It is our subconscious,

our inner child,

our own soul that must

allow the forgiveness,

for it to take root and blossom

into greater love of self,

which is loving Creator.

Wouldn’t it be wondrous

if we knew,

that the eye through God sees me

is the eye through which I see God

and likewise

the forgiveness with which

God/Christ/Creator sees us

is the same forgiveness with which

we see ourselves,

and therefore the Creator within?

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

October 24, 2011

JUST BE

Here I sit
the options endless.

Do I twitter?
Do I write a poem?
Do I send love emails?

Oh that's right.
I just BE.
In love and
in Oneness.

Silver Chord: Gossamer Thread

I watch a spider,

hung from a tree.

In these two lines of writing

he’s risen two feet,

now six feet off the ground,

yet two feet from the nearest branch.

Hung from his

“silver cord”

as we are,

light years and

lifetimes from home,

swinging in

this precious human body.

Creating anchors for

our swinging in the wind

of houses and bank accounts,

jobs and friends,

children and families.

And yet

we know it all swings

by a gossamer thread.

Ready to fall into

the arms of Creator,

if we can but trust.

An expensive commodity.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 14, 2011

Does God Cry?

Trust in Allah

but tie your camel.

God has no other hand

but yours.

God has no other

tears than yours.

And Her sadness

comes with

your tears

in feeling unloved

and unworthy.

When, in truth

you are another perfect

creation of the

Beloved.

For you she feels

the same overwhelming love

you experienced

with the birth of your child.

Remember

God doesn’t make junk.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 14, 2011

Liberty Falls in the Rain

The spiky spruce needles

are reflected in my hot tea,

while protecting me from

the drip of twelve hours

of Alaska soft rain.

The tea reflection

shimmers to my heart beat,

unheard against the

downhill rant

of Liberty River,

inches from my toes.

Shades of green

dress my camping spot.

River rocks color the water green.

Moss lines the shore

while horsetails stand guard,

and alder leaves glitter,

silvery in the gray light.

Shadowy ancient spruce

line the sky,

only interrupted

by the rare towering cottonwood.

The narrow cut of the steep valley

is dressed in green top to bottom.

Silver slashes compliment the green.

Shaggy wet tree trunks

and high rock walls hung vertical,

contrast with the horizontal river shore.

With a unrelenting gray sky above.

I so love it here.

This is where my soul finds

sustenance in the river quiet,

in the river noise.

My eyes feast on the green

and my heart calms finding center.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 10, 2011

May Your Eye, May My Eye

May your eye be single.

May you see through

the eye of love and joy,

a world at peace.

An inner world

where the waves

of colliding duality out there,

are humorous, as your eye

sees only Creator’s creation.

A world intended for joy.

May your eye be single.

May you know

that the eye through which you see Creator

is the eye through which Creator sees you.

And Creator sees you

through a lens of love and acceptance.

Do you see a God

of love and acceptance?

May your eye be single.

May you celebrate

the incredible beauty

of a green sunlit leaf

against an impossibly blue sky.

And

may you accept

your own shadows.

May your eye be single.

May my eye be single,

As I walk the crooked path

between choosing to see beauty

and accepting others choices

as they are.

May my eye be single.

May my eye be single

as I choose unity.

The unity field,

informed by duality

by either/or choices,

a world of black or white,

right or wrong.

I choose a field in which

those extremes

create a trinitized field,

with Creator’s energy leading.

The field allows for love and fear,

with the fear to showing me

where love is not yet.

May my eye be single.

May my eye be single

leaves no room for judgment.

I see you as a creation

of Creator who is exploring

all the options..

No mistakes, just

new directions.

Is it joyful?

Then follow it.

Is it painful?

Then turn anew.

May my eye be single.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 10, 2011

Stillness

Finding stillness

within

is like reaching the

mountain top.

While re-framing thoughts,

while climbing the mountain,

all is focused front and center:

deal with this thought,

explore, understand,

love and release.

Put this foot in front

of the other.

Eyes on the trail for safety.

But mental stillness

puts you on the mountain top.

Suddenly you are in

the center of open space.

Focus no longer limited

to the front views.

You can look in any direction.

View changing freely

without holding you

in any limitation.

Freedom and stillness.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 11. 2011