Carol Canova-Reed's Thoughts

Sometimes

When we want to abort ship,

Remember

Jesus says, I'll help you

Through the storm and as you grow and evolve.

The day will come when just the thought of Me

will hold you steady.

Yea, the day will come when just feeling My Presence 

will hold you firm.

Until the day comes when Faith alone will carry you through.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Invisible Chains

Yesterday felt as though chains were breaking around me

and I became free.

Chose to stay, focused on I am free.

It's True!  Freer I could never be.

What joy to know I am free,

Free to be me.

The shackles are broken.

Shackles of the mind.

My spirit is free to be.

Never shackled, my spirit deluded,

held itself down until pain born of ignorance

became labor pains of a new birth.

Reality is Me as spirit.

Truly, truly free

Fly, my spirit, fly.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Healing Rains

Spiritual Cloud of Healing Rains,

douse the outer fire of conflict

that I may experience the inner

fire of Love.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Wondering

Is our dream state Real?

Or is our waking state Real?

Or Both? 

Or

Is our waking state

Really the dream state?

and

the dream state 

our Reality?

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Let Go, Let Go

Suffer not, oh mortal man

Burning, burning so.

A fire surrounds thee,

not from within

but from without.

The fire of rage.

The fire of fear.

The fire of anger.

The fire of doubt.

The delusion, all consuming.

Burning, burning so!

Oh mortal man, 

Let go, Let go!

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Painful Growth

For every thorn that pricks you

with its reminder of painful growth,

there'll be, I promise you,

a million petals of soften the path.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

A Puzzle

What does love mean to you?

"I love you," the Big I in me said.

"Wow, she loves me." the little i 

in him thought.

Cosmic Love turned personal.

How does one differentiate

between love cosmic and love personal,

especially when one's emotions are "caught up"

in a basic need?

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Paradox

What is a weakness?

It is nothing more 

than a strength

in disguise.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

 

Poetry is Beauty of Soul

Manifested in written word.

It is thought robed in eloquence,

Thought robed in multitudes of meaning,

Thought robed in love.

Poetry is music to the enlightened soul

in rhythmic beat of life.

It flows through mankind in praise of God, 

the God within each of us.

Poetry is my gift to you, Dear Friend.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Purpose

Just what does God want for me?

What purpose in life is to be?

To follow His desiring?

To obey His very command?

Oh, but to be open to the calling,

To be that channel of God's desiring.

To be free to allow Him to flow through me.

Then and only then shall we become one.

God and me.

How happy, truly happy I could be, would be --

If I let myself be totally free.

For I need to be free to be me,

and I need to be me to be free.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Inspiration

Thought is precious.

Do not waste it.

Let it not pass through you as water

through a sieve.

Save it.

Savor it.

Relish its delightful taste.

Drink it as you would a fine wine.

Let its goodness flow in you.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Pretense

I pretend I do not care.

I pretend I do not hurt.

I pretend I love not.

And yet I do.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Choice

The wheel of Karma

Turns in rhythm of needs.

Each bucket drawn We may

or may not drink,

Depending upon our choice.

Choose carefully;

For with that  choice,

The cycle of lives may be complete

In this turn of the wheel.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

YOU

I remember,

That look that melted the icicles from the shadows of my emotions,

The joy that leaped within my innermost self -- when  Soul touched Soul,

The laughter, shared, that bubbled up within,

exploding into ripples of vibration,

The closeness, the touch that tingled,

like a sparkling drink of imported champagne,

The voice that lead my heart to the Peak of rapture's mountain,

The knowing of a blest relationship, one of eons old.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Becoming

A tear drop of Soul

turns into a river

cleansing that

from which I came,

Flowing into that

which  I shall become.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Life

The splendor of living happens

to those who are open.

The living dead experience only

the passage of time.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

ME

You once had a precious flower

that loved you and thrived.

Petal by petal, you pulled;

till that flower died.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Embers

You have stirred the embers of my soul,

causing flickers of emotion

to flash the past before me,

Rekindling a fire, long ago dimmed.

How warm the fire, 

How beautiful the love.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Newly Created

Why do we understand one another so well,

when, after all, we have just met?

Or is it

That we have just met?

I feel we have known each other well,

since time began,

when newly created sparks of essence flew about.

Light responded to Light

and like took like.

We met.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

The Workings of God's Plan

Do you know how God works in our lives?

If we'd only  open our eyes and see how neatly all things fall into place.

Nothing happens by coincidence.

Each little action has its individual meaning,

a needed piece in the puzzle of life.

Day by day, we  look at the pieces, wondering will it ever fit together.

While deep inside the puzzle has already been put together.

We just need to listen to that Inner Guidance, and see how easily,

happily, beautifully our puzzle becomes TOGETHER.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Silence

No thoughts.

Nothing.

Just silence.

There are days 

when

in this,

my needs are met.

Carol Canova-Reed, FL

Boot Straps

God's a'pullin'

at my boot straps.

He's told me many times,

how to go; and cause I didn't listen,

as well as I should,

He's got a'hold of my boot straps

and

He won't let go!

Once upon a time, I had a choice,

Free to do my thing;

But since I told Him,

"God, I'm Yours, Do with me what You will."

He's a'pullin' at my boot straps

and He won't let go!

Carol Canova-Reed, FL