Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
14 Jan 2024 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a temple of the Holy Spirit, and within, before, Christ, Epiphany, innocent of heart, knows me, light behind, listen to the prophets, my incarnation in Christ, no secrets, purity, searched me out, Sundays
He has searched me out and knows me.
He calls me to purity.
Asks that I hold inside no secrets.
I must listen to the prophets.
Be innocent of heart.
At every minute my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit.
My identity is revealed in my incarnation by Christ.
A light is before
behind
and within me.
05 Sep 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: blind, bread, Christ, clean, deaf, extend themselves, high priests, Hope for God's Mercy..., Israelites, It is safe for you to be powerful, love, poor, serve with faith, show works of faith, take charge of your life in positive ways, the gift od faith, the needy
Jesus decided to go outside the Israelites, the high priests, the wealthy and the clean to include the poor and blind and deaf in his mercy and salvation. He pours forth a gift of faith and watches to see if the called will serve with and show faith and good works! Even the poor will be welcome at the table of love and bread. They will open up and extend themselves to the needy. Include the needy in their boundaries, as Christ did.
James 2:1-10, 11-13, 14-17.
23 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: air, an, anagram, and, army of love, Christ, earth, evil, grace, grants, magic, name, reign, stars
I created this anagram from my name:
GRANT GRACE JEANNE MARIE MARGARET DELOCA SISTER VIRGINIA MARY OF CHRIST POLAND SMITH
TO.
GRACE
GRANTS
CHRIST’S
REIGN
OVER
EARTH
STARS
MAGIC
EVIL
AIR
AND
AN
ARMY
OF
LOVE
26 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in i"m scared, Poetry Tags: "start to trust Him", adult child, Christ, creator, Father, grandiosity, i"m scared, imagination, Just for today, Mother, sanctifier, self-assurance, status, Will you be too much for some people? Those aren't your people
I’m scared
I’m scared
of letting go of my
grandiosity.
self-assurance
moves me
impetuously.
Imagination flies me off
the ground.
status puffs me up with fluff.
If I let the Creator take over
His mystery will bring ambivalence.
And so
I’m scared.
Did you say: “start to trust him?”
I am not a child.
Or maybe, to Him I am.
Christ and Sanctifier,
show me the Father.
And the Mother
and the adult child that is me.
Please.
Just for today.
This poem is about:
Me
Tue, 02/26/2019 – 10:41 written for PowerPoetry– jeannepoland
29 Mar 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, The Gospel According to Jeanne Tags: artist, Christ, Jeanne Marie Margaret DeLoca, Jeanne Poland, Jeanne Smith, Quicksilver, Sr Virginia Mary of Christ
cover jacket for The Gospel According to Jeanne
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The Vibrant Channeled Creator 