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God measures our time by Zodiac Clock. I am an astrologer. I know how to read God's clock. But it is my business what I do with my alotted time. This is my spiritual journey.

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GOING CRAZY IN JUNE

Posted by Ella Moss on April 20, 2010

I found this little poem of mine, written on 06/09/04 but still quite relevant, and decided to publish it as a tribute to the upcoming Poetry Cafe edition:

1.
It is only beginning of June,
But it feels like the end of the world
That is certainly coming up soon,
As the weather turns hot
And the souls turn cold.

My money is gone, and so is love
And everything else disappears…
But my heart has been so light –
I’ve lost everything, even fear.

Or, maybe, my body’s been shed
With the very last tear drop.
God has caught me in His blue net,
And I am slowly going up.

I am dancing and dancing with God –
After all, it’s the end of the world –
And my heart has been just so light:
It no longer has something to hold.

There are drops of the warm summer rain
Licking nakedness of my soul,
And I deem myself finally sane,
Flying into the sky’s blue hole.

2.
Wait, God, wait! Can’t You see, are You blind?
There is my little boy left behind!
I have not lost him just yet,
But he’s losing me fast, can’t you wait?!
I can bear my losses, not his
I can bear my crosses, not his
Can’t You hear him crying at all?
Let me fall back in June, let me fall!

3.
There are towers falling with me,
and spilled blood smells a lot like the oil,
And young boy in Iraq whispers scream,
His red life sipping into the soil,
His dark skin slowly turning white…
That’s my son, only older somehow…
Did I sent him into the fight?
Am I responsible now?

No, my son is a three-years-old,
Starving and all alone,
Licking an empty bowl
That’s been empty for so long…

I am lost. Are we in China?
Texas? Afghanistan? Uruguay?

I cannot help him. I switch TV channel,
Eat my potato chips and cry.

I’m sorry, my baby, we’ve fallen
To the very bottom of June,
And the rivers of prayers are swollen..
But the end of the world’s coming soon.

4.

I am walking my son to day care.
He is holding my hand so tight!
“When you need me, I’m always there” –
That’s what God has told me last night.

5.
At the bottom of June, I am dancing with God.
I am asking Him questions, ‘cause I am His child:
“Am I dying, my Lord, or just changing my skin?
On what day have You thought of the concept of sin?”

“My child, I am only the Maker of Dreams.
Each soul wakes up, when it actually screams.
Still, I am your closest friend,
‘cause I am always there.
Right now, I’m holding your hand,
As you’re walking me to the day care”

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2 MORE LIGHTS

Posted by Ella Moss on April 20, 2009

1.

She was down on her luck:
Her husband left, she was laid off.
Then a marshal came and saw her off.
She put her possessions in a plastic bag,
And holding onto her son’s little hand,
She walked off to the world’s farthest end.
And there she found a place to laid down,
At the very edge of the town.

She gave her son potato chips
(That’s all she could afford).
Then she dag into her bag and got out her coat.
She placed it on the ground
(Thank God, no one was around),
And made a pillow out of the bag.
“Tonight we are sleeping on this magic rug”,
She said to her child and snuggled up next to him.
And the breeze went quiet,
And the street light dimmed.

She sang to her child a lullaby:
“Shash, little baby, don’t you cry
Jesus Christ loves you and so do I”
Breathing in the sweet smell of his hair.
With her heart filled with love to the brim,
She thought, “Nothing better can be out there”
And, thank God, it is totally free!…”

2.

She looked at the stars: they were many and bright,
And she hugged her child so tender yet tight,
As the coat lift them up to the sky.
There an angel stopped by
The coat and gave them the sweetest of smiles.
He knew them by name and they talked for a while.
Then he said, hugging the child:

“These stars that you see are reflections of lights
That reside within each human heart.
By kindness of others they’re kindled this bright.
That is where Divinity starts.
What you see is the very image of God -
Every human’s inherited right.
When kindness lights up one person’s heart,
Everyone gets a little more light.”

And He added, while sending back
to the ground her magic rug:
“What you think of yourself being down on luck
is really you giving someone a chance
to brighten his heart with kindness for once”.

3.

Startled and suddenly cold, she woke up
and saw a man standing by the bus stop.
Let this story be truthfully told,
he was old, decrepit, short, fat and bald.
Their eyes’ve met, and he said with a laugh:
“Were you waiting here all night for the bus?”
“No. This is my place”.
“That must be tough.
Your hubby should get you a roof that lasts”,
And he laughed some more, enjoying his own joke.
“My husband left”, she said, folding her rug.
And they went quiet, both taken back
To the time when their hearts broke.

His was many a year ago,
When he and his wife fought for months in a row.
Then he left her and his son,
taking off after the setting Sun.

Since life was easier with feelings gone,
he never needed again anyone,
and that worked out just fine.

But now, as he looked at her boy, golden hair and all,
he thought of his kid and felt a jolt.
So he surprised himself with the following words:
“Come along. I need help with my pizza place.
And for that I would give you the room and board.
So what do you say?”
She said, “Yes”.

4.

And that is how it came to be that she got a job and a place to stay.
And that is how it is to this day.

She waits on his tables, she cooks and cleans.
She is always smiling. He always looks mean.

But he pays her cash and buys her son toys,
And seeing them smile makes his heart leap with joy.

5.

Then one day he got very sick
And spent in a hospital more than a week.
When he came out, he told her, “I’m old.
I can measure the rest of my life in days.
I’ve got to put my affairs in order.
Please, look after my place,
While I’m gone.
I’ve got to find my son.”

And that’s what he did.
He saw his son
From across the street,
while sitting in the van,
Then through a hole in the fence,
Then through a window at night.
His son was a handsome man,
Tall, with hair wavy and light.
He had a wife and 2 young kids.
He liked cars and had a tooth for sweets.
And, as he saw his son through a window at night,
Putting his kids to bed,
Kissing them on the forehead,
The old man cried.
Then he turned around and was walking back to his van.
That is when he heard the voice of his son:
“Hey! What’s up with you, man?!
You’ve been stalking me all day long!”
“I’m sorry”, his dad said, “I was wrong.
I was wrong leaving you and your mom
To fend for yourselves.
I was numb.
I was numb all these years.
I have wasted my life on money and stuff.
But I’m glad you’re making alright with your life
Right from the start.
Remember, my son, to be kind to your wife,
For kindness keeps the joy in your heart.
It makes men feel better than many a dollar.
Sometimes it requires of men real valor.
But that’s what it takes to become a man.
You can have no respect for yourself until then.
And I’m sorry I was not a man enough.
So you’d better take care of the kids and the wife.
Don’t worry about the stuff.”
And, swallowing tears,
he opened the van’s door.
“I’m sorry”, he repeated,
“that I could not be more…
That I was not more kind..”
And he disappeared
into the night.

His son went back to the house, scratching his head:
“What was that?!…Was it my dad?!..”
His wife stood by the kitchen sink,
When he asked her to fix him a drink.
Then he saw the tiredness set in her eyes,
And he thought of his dad telling him to be kind.
He hugged her and kissed, and said with surprise:
“Let me do the dishes tonight”.

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Of God and Her

Posted by Ella Moss on August 5, 2008

She was a daughter, a wife, and a mother

She was a sister, an aunt and a friend

She always took time to care, to bother -

Since she did not know where Love ends.

And how it happened, no one really knows -

But she found herself carrying the world.

She stepped really slow, she bent really low

Under the weight of her load.

God looked, and he saw: her shoulders were tiny!

And he asked, “Why are you carrying this?”

“I’m afraid it’d fall and break like china.

Would you strengthen my shoulders and knees?”

“My darling, I think, I would rather

Help you carry the world instead. I’m like you:

I am the Mother, the Father, the Brother,

And I know what Love can do.”

And so He did. And, with Her smile found,

She brightened and asked, “Where are we going, God?”

“I don’t know – Love is so round.

But don’t worry, I will be your guide.”

So off they went. And, while the Sun still shone,

God said, “I’ve taught all my children the same:

‘Love one another’. I wrote it in stone.

But they continue to kill and mame

each other – all in my name!”

She sighted, “I know, my dear, I know..

But you’ve got to keep faith. They will grow.

They will mature, and help us along.

It’s not easy sometimes to see right from wrong.

Love is round. It always come back to the Heart,

From which It came forth. But the journey is hard.”

“My children are crying. They scream, ‘Drop the World!

Let’s pieces fall where they may!’

Life is round. A sword would come back to a sword.

Blood and tears are staining the way.”

“If you drop it, then I will fall to my knees

And collect it all back, piece by piece, piece by piece!

I’ll be stitching it back for as long as I breathe!

Every leaf, every blade, every petal and bug,

Every smile, every tear – I’d put it right back!”

“I know, my darling,” He sighted and smiled,

“That’s why I still carry it mile after mile.”

So they kept on going: age after age, page after page

And the Sun still shone.

.2.

They carried the world mile after mile,

Tear after tear, and smile after smile

For a very long while.

She bathed, fed and clothed the world,

She healed its wounds and soothed its pain

Through sleed and snow, and rain.

And the world grew. And she grew old.

And one of those days, she turns to God and says,

“I am tired. I want to go to Heaven.”

God was taken aback: “But you’re there, my lady!

I’ve been with you every step of the way!

I was giving you water, food and clothes each day.

Over clouds, I strewed silver lining.

I lit the stars, and kept the Sun shining.

And I kissed all your tears away.

Heaven is where Love finds its way.”

Now it was Her turn to be shocked:

“If Heaven’s that hard, then what is Hell?!”

God sighted, and all went dark.

And the world fell.

She tried to break its fall but missed.

She fell too, and was badly hurt.

All around Her lay what was left of the world:

a screaming piece, a silent piece, a crying piece…

She blamed God, but He was not around to bear shame.

The Darkness around remained the same.

In this crying darkness, she lay – all alone,

Waiting for life to end.

And she thought of the times when the Sun still shone,

And God was Her very best Friend.

She imagined Him near, oh, so dear,

And she quietly moaned:

“Now I know what Hell is.

Get me out, God! Help! Please!”

Right away she saw a sliver of light,

And She knew that all was to be alright.

God was back. He hugged her and kissed.

“Where were you,” He said, “You were sorely missed!

Please, my love, don’t do that again!

When you think I am gone, I shut out in pain.

Tears cover my eyes like terrestial rain

And, becoming virtually blind,

I cann’t find you until you scream in your mind!”

She looked in His eyes, and she knew it was true.

“I promise,” She said, “to be always with you!

Every thought, every moment, every step of the way!”

He brightened: “My child, let’s go and play!”

Suddenly feeling light like a bug,

She gave God a smooch and a hug,

She laughed, and she ran

Playing catch with the Sun

Together with God, her very best Friend,

Through flowery meadows, wind in Her hair,

And a shiny new world at the palm of her hand.

The Not End

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