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DIVINE LOVE by Vidya Chetan

I was thinking about this month of February as a special month for many who celebrate love, and of thefreshness and brilliance this time of year brings to one's life. ❤️

But when I think of love, my thoughts always go towards the Divine: my Lord Krishna. I believe there is nothing more precious in this world than the divine love he bestows upon me. My mind and heart are filled with love for Him  more than anyone. I penned down this poem just to express my feelings towards him, for I believe that God’s love is incomparable, unrivaled, unique, exceptional and precious than anything in this world.

Divine Love 
Vidya Chetan

O, my Lord Krishna! 
I bow down to your lotus feet,
which give me an immense sensation of tranquility,
calming my soul deep within.
Whatever outer turmoil or chaos I face
evaporates before your smiling face 
instantly releasing me from agony. 
You lift me when I am depressed
and grant me courage to face the world.

I overlook difficult surroundings
in your presence.
You heal my he…

ON ANGEL'S WINGS by Peggy Frye

On Angel's Wings

P. Frye

I close my eyes and visualize
A glowing, radiant light
A flaming ball of energy
Encompassing God's might.
A force field of protection A healing, blessing globe Enveloping the ones I love And those I’ve yet to know.
I’m lifted, as on angel’s wings Above my daily strife And pray for Divine perspective As I look upon this life. A heart of understanding And hands that help and heal To create heaven on earth And with compassion feel.
Today, in sweet humility An offering we can be To bless and elevate our souls And change our eyes to see Each person and each living thing As a brother, sister, friend. For together we can share the love And all Earth’s troubles mend.

Peggy Frye: I am a licensed administrator, the eldest of five daughters, trice divorced from men, and newly out of the closet as a lesbian, turning 48 on Christmas Day. I’ve been obsessed wit words and poetry from a very young age, and dream of living on the beach and writing full time. I’ve been on a spiritual journey fo…


Big Dreams in Black and White
Marulé MacKay

She opens one of her writing journals. A present from a sunbeam friend.
Pages sprinkled with colourful confetti stars. Discoveries of glitter surprises and smiles—all around. She starts to write these pages alive with love. The happiness of the bright, and the darkness of the night.
On rainy days, sometimes sunny, she wonders if she has fallen into a pot of honey—too sticky to get out?
these… numb days vibrant skies sad minutes angel eyes dark circles golden shores lost souls beauty wars
tired of grey tired of rhymes tired of long goodbye’s
tired of games tired of the mundane tired of everything remaining the same
tired of hot-and-cold affections tired of connection infections
she wants to swoop him into aliveness with a child’s candid kisses poison herself with his fears and give birth to all his wishes
she wants to drown in his black hole rescue his hidden truths reach the vulnerable space turn the sun on to his face leave it to burn him down to…