I searched my files (with considerable difficulty because I'm not the most organized soul on this earth) and finally found this revised version of the piece posted yesterday. I used this "transcription" on an "Holiday Card" sent to family and friends in 2000. As I recall, the shape poem appeared inside the card (on the right) and this (on the left) ... much the way I've envisioned publishing them at some point.
birth
laughter
joy ... delight
clutching
grasping
holding tight
choking
suffocating
leaving
searching for new ways of breathing
climbing ... slipping
fear-filled falling
tired of the truth, but stalling
wandering through dark illusions
sorting through the odd confusions
meeting others ... re-engaging
linearly aging
yet repeating all the prior
self-defeating but familiar
habits
growing ill … unaware
but beginning to remember
and believe
as each December
rolls around
the Christmas story
reestablishes the glory
bringing with it awe and wonder
gentle rain
lighting
thunder
fear recedes
and love re-enters
A Course in Miracles re-centers
reminding
“nothing real can hurt us
nothing unreal exists
therein lies the peace of God”
remembrance makes way for miracles
as we step back in faith and love.
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