I am a minister in San Diego. One of our ministers down here is in hospice at the Veteran’s Medical Center here in La Jolla. I have been visiting Jeffery Albert (he goes by Enoch) for about 6 months.
During this time he has written five poems for the Traveler. He has been in the movement a long time and he wants to share them with all of MSIA.
-Cindy Norton
Creation
In the beginning of Creation
If there was one
The Sound of the Universe
Resonated like a beehive
An ancient didgeridoo
Or the sound of HU
The steps of the silent ones were everywhere
The Stars and the Planets had not been formed
The galaxies were waiting to be born
So many of us were in a very deep sleep
Yet we woke up and Creation started
J-R
He held us and all of Creation in his hands
He walked and talked in such a way
That we did not always understand
He was all about Love and Light and Celebration
There were many times when we turned our backs on him
Yet he loved us anyway
He left us many treasures of wisdom
So we could truly realize what he is
J-R you are the stoke
The Owl
The Owl called my name from the deep
I remembered it from a very long time ago
At first I rejected it
But now the sound of my name
Is becoming stronger and stronger
It has become a comfort
Which will be with me as I travel on
And travel on
And travel on
In Spirit
As I fell forwards into Spirit
I fell backwards into Spirit
I became the wonders of God
The Joy of thy Travelers
The Breath of God
The Essence of Being
I wanted to stay yet I had to come back
I opened my eyes
And all things were the same as before
Except I was in Spirit