The Face of God: Four

Dear heart,

God has no judgment.

God has no face.

God so loved the world

and so loved us,

that we were allowed

to create it,

in our image.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 19, 2011

The Face of God: One

God has no face.

God is formlessness.

We give God a face.

We give God our face.

Is it a face of love?

Is it full of light and joy?

Is the countenance of peace?

For that is closest to

God’s reality.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 19, 2011

Two Eyes: Single Eye

We have two eyes through which

to see . . . . duality.

We have two ears through which

we hear . . . . duality.

Two brain hemispheres,

the corpus collosum filtering

. . . duality.

And we have one heart . . . unity.

May my eye be single.

The eye is single

as the heart leads. . . unity.

My heart has lead me

into the swampy terrain

of healing old wounds.

Those self inflicted,.

the hardest to forgive

and wounding from others,

still needing our forgiveness.

With work

the dark swampland

gives ‘way to

will alignment.

The realization that Creator

chooses my joy and peace,

and ony allows and accepts

my choices to re-visit the

murky swampland of pain.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 11, 2011

Steel Slide Guitar

If I could ease your pain.

If I could lighten your load.

If could make things a little better for you.

The lipstick case

screams across steel strings.

Music that touches

hidden places deep within.

A wailing cry of pain,

so close to high excitement.

Reaching inside

for something almost there.

The rhythm, the beat

a pulsing salve

over the pain/pleasure.

I need to hold my center of gravity.

I need to serve me first.

I need to live my joy.

The steel slides

moving freely

back and forth

from one octave

to another.

Neither octave

the answer.

Both are right

in their place

in the music

of life,

of my life,

in this

precious human body.

Lizette Stiehr

July 18, 2011

Fate and Destiny (Two)

Fate and destiny,

the same or different?

We resign ourselves

to our fate.

Fate is our dues

owed to nature.

The mortality of our physical form,

the inevitability of death

that humbles us all.

Fate can be embraced.

The richness of the little deaths,

offered as the bandage is ripped off

of our hidden wounds,

our secret judgments

against ourselves.

Our old patterns that keep us

separate from our true selves.

For God has no judgment,

only love and acceptance.

Fate comes,

invited or not,

embraced or denied.

Destiny,

on the other hand

is the dues

we own our soul.

We create our own destiny

as we choose daily

how to spend

the light/love of Creator

that is the true fuel fir

our precious human bodies.

Are we spending that juice,

that energy,

to meet the expectation,

the “requirments” of

other’s view of who we should be?

Or are we focusing that

light and love

on what brings joy

to our soul?

Walking that joy

is paying those

destiny dues due our soul.

Poetry pours itself onto paper,

from my heart.

The answer to my souls longing

to express itself in this world.

What brings you the greatest joy?

Your dues to your soul,

your destiny.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

August 7, 2011

Inspired from August 2011 Sedona Journal

Kathlyn Kingdon “The Earth’s Struggle

Between Fate and Destiny” p. 44