Sacred Space


O Sacred space

Fill up with Love

Gratitude and Grace.



As a mother with child

Birth a miracle

and treasure the present

steeped in Mystery

Breathe in deeply each day




until harmony unfolds.

Find rest

and healing in the power of

Divine, enter my heart

my Sacred space.

— Word Nerd

A Psalm

I am a prisoner of my mind
It accuses me all the day long.
It insults me, betrays me.
My mind assaults me as I sleep
It shows me no mercy.
There is no escape, no matter
how far or fast I run.
Fear and worry stand on either side of me
They grasp my hands tightly and walk with me.
Together we wait for tragedy to strike
The ultimate of which is death.
Will it be death to my self -- letting my mind reign?
Or will it be death to the demons fear and worry - crushing the
prison of my mind once and for all?
At this time I do not know
It is a constant battle.
My mind is the communist -- will it ever
find freedom?

-- Word Nerd, 12/8/1989

MUSINGS of a HIGH SCHOOL POET in the 1970’s

Each of Us
is a gift
whether we like it 
or not
depends upon
the extent 
of a process

Thoughts flow within me
Like an endless stream
Drifting past the forest pines
Touching the very heart of my soul
Revealing my innermost dreams
Making me free as a butterfly.
My thoughts dance to the music
                          of the wind in the trees
                          the songs of the birds
                          and the roar of waterfalls.

Suddenly -- a storm crashes through
Blocking out my peace with broken
Dreams thundering inside me,
Haunting memories flashing past like lightning
Tears are raining upon my
Peaceful, happy thoughts.
The stream is now a broken mirror
                           reflecting shattered images
                           broken promises
                           and a broken self.

I hear music........
My soul is filling with harmony
After each storm I gain new meaning and expression
Yet my innermost dreams are still clinging
While my rainbow of thoughts stretches
Through my soul and beyond
Glowing radiantly until --
                            I burst
                            and feel
                            and can be
                                  The inner me.

— Word Nerd, 1976

Season Revelation

Nature speaks
        growth of stemmed treasure
        strength found in newborn deer

Producing a Word.

Nature speaks
        graceful movement of gentle waters
        greenery of a woodland

Producing a sentence.

Nature speaks
        shedding of multi-colored tears
        disappearance of earth's fine friends

Producing a paragraph.

Nature speaks
        sparkling white flakes
        ice hard as stone

Has man failed to read?

                                                              ---1976   Word Nerd



Forever Winter

As I stare outside
At a snowy world,
I see an assembly
Of stone people.
                      With frostbitten hearts
                      They communicate in drifts
                      Blowing bitter snowflakes
                      And cold pardon-me's.
       The sun people come forth.
       A battle begins.
       The blanket of snow melts
       Revealing a struggle against yet harder stone

The stone people never give up
They point their icy wand of 
Rejection-blocking out

                       The sun people are sunk
                       The stone ones have won.
                       Left to project at themselves
                       They shout of fortune and gain

Standing so proud
In their snowy environment
Their eyes feast upon much
Their hearts yet of stone


                                                                                                  --- 1976   Word Nerd

I was asked to play a tune,

But there was no key

And way too many flats

The timing was confusing

And the notes disappeared suddenly

As my eyes became clouded by the tears of

my own sad song.

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