He’s gone! My little fishy from the glass which was his home.
Atop the mantle did he swim away from cats below.
Well was he last night when I replaced his water world
Made clear again his vision fed him pellets for his food.
Sleep, did I, so peacefully, in my bedroom far away.
And wake to find another dark and dreary kind of day.
So to my candles, by my fish, I went to light the wicks
that flames which flicker, scents so sweet, my mood would surely fix.
Yet what did greet my weary eyes, but water much too clear.
Yes, one glass of the three was empty, no fish did appear.
Wait! This is the mantle and it’s high and no one’s home.
What happened through the night that I would find my fishy gone?
Guess, I must, for no one saw the fate of my young fish.
Perhaps fresh water, food and such made fishy jump his dish!
Yes, maybe his strong fins pulled him through the water, then
Sent him flying fin and tail right over the rim!
To the mantle’s ledge where fear engulfed his little soul,
Fins still flapping, slippery, no longer in the bowl,
My little fish he moved beyond the mantle’s edge so near
And found himself four feet below, the hard brick caught his tear.
And caught his little body too, the pain he did endure!
How long before sweet death took hold? We’ll never know for sure.
Was it before the cats awoke and came to claim their prize?
If so, my little fishy didn’t see their hungry eyes.
And that, my friends, would be the best of endings we could wish.
For if, instead, the cats, they saw the drop from yonder dish,
eat him alive they would have done without regret or shame.
Imagine my poor fishy falling prey as Puffy’s game?
Oh my, of course, a fate worse yet may have befallen him,
Before devouring, the cats, a fish toy was their whim.
And back and forth between their paws, my little fishy flew.
And only when the game was done, did he become their stew.
No funeral, no prayers were said, upon my fishy’s death.
For cats don’t care about the souls of creatures on their path.
Goodbye, dear fish, forgive me please, for I do take the blame
for your untimely death last night. Peace, til we meet again!
PS:
Alas, I have surrendered to my little fishy’s fate.
What pleasures we all bring to life: both very small and great.
My eyes, they wander to the other fish that I adore.
Now I’m surprised! I’ve found my fishy in the bowl next door!
PPS:
Oh my! Now two are gone, you see,
for in Beta’s we find pleasure.
But fight amongst themselves they’ll do
till death comes round full measure.
And now he waits, my cat, does he
beneath the wondrous mantle sea.
He waits upon the ledge of bricks.
Constantly he smacks his lips.
Perhaps will fall another fish
into the nonexistent dish.
And quickly will he snatch his prey
before that fish can swim away!
Meditation
Seated now within this chair,
I rest that I may know
with clarity of vision;
the pathway to the now.
We are one, my God and I,
When God is in the lead.
‘Tis then my actions show the way
to others in their need.
With God in charge my steps are sure;
I’m never lost at sea.
This gift is mine to nourish
So I tend the planted seed.
And as we sprout, my God and I,
In the garden of my soul,
I trust that God won’t let me down.
We shine. With God I’m whole.
By Jeanne Loehnis, 2003
Love’s Blessed Peace
Let go of personality.
Release set plans and will.
Turn within where God resides.
Be patient and be still.
As a drop of water
gives its very form and shape
to the sea of droplets infinite
so may we now forsake
attachment to the body;
all emotion now release.
Unite as one in Spirit
and receive Love’s blessed peace.
By Jeanne Loehnis, 2007
Love Received
Dear friend in yonder house alone,
I’m here, waiting by the phone.
Often, when it used to ring,
we would laugh and we would sing.
We’ve reached an impasse. Will we cross?
Dare to risk impending loss?
Or choose the safe path? Surely then
we will lose – if we don’t bend.
Yes, everything must learn to sway
or it will falter, then give way
to hurt and suffering and pain.
Alone to face life’s hurricane.
Sometimes space is healing balm,
reflection time amid the calm.
And as the candle slowly burns
sweet memories of old return.
Yet time itself does not all heal,
bend and change must we as well.
Trust once lost is slow to grow
without the gift of bending low
and starting where the souls are one:
joined by God, forever strong.
Certainly we’ve not forgotten:
of heavenly Source were we begotten.
We are one, my friend and I.
And tho’ the winds blow strong and high
we’ll focus on the Truth; we’ll soar!
Your pain is mine; my joy is yours.
When I release the label, “friend”
and see instead, you as my twin,
of the same Divine true Source:
I want the best for you, of course.
And willingly I will provide
strength and love. I’ll be a guide
for you to follow to the Light
where Spirit can for you set right
the course your journey must extend
I will be here; I will bend.
I’ll walk beside, within, and then
I’ll hold you safely to the end.
By Jeanne Loehnis, 2006
Listen to the Whisper
Listen to the whisper
for in you it dwells secure
and with but a passing glance
reveals its mystical allure.
Listen to the whisper
having gently drawn the bridge
closed the door to outer noise
and awakened thoughts within.
Listen to the whisper
while a butterfly at rest
captures your attention
with its beauty unsurpassed.
Listen to the whisper
’tis pure Love that yearns to mold
your thoughts so blessed and pure
while you dwell safe within the fold.
Listen to the whisper
sacred voice of intuition
lives within to give direction
guidance clear is Love’s intention.
Listen to the whisper
‘fore necessity requires
that Love’s voice express Its message
’tis each soul’s intense desire.
By Jeanne Loehnis, 2007