Pio's Proverb 22: This is my heart through my poetry: "Life is a Gift"-- "Wonder" -- "Peace".

I love to write. My novel is now being evaluated by Random House. I also have a book: "Letters to Isabelle" which contains 4 loving children's stories. I am completing my third book: "Life is a gift" - only 2 chapters to go.  I also write poetry. Here are three of my poems I have written for special occasions:

                                                        Life is a Gift!

Life is a gift to those yet unborn who are hoping for birth's bright morn.

Comes now a new soul, born of earth music and rain, coming to the edge of life, and breaking into the living
air of freedom! Behold, new being in you and me made for love and not for strife.

But some will never know this birth's bright morn; but rather will end up in death's dark pail, without mother warmth or loving face, nor crib's light lace or delicate veil; poor lifeless little aborted fawns.

But for her who does know this birth's  bright morn, she will grow and mature and  become another giver of the Gift. And with baby at breast, she will ponder in deep wonder while praying:

Dearest Lord, You are the Morning to me. Be it dark or cold, windy wet or bright, You are the warm light that awakens me.

You are the Morning to me, my inner glow that surrounds a treasure, - Your beautiful Presence within me.

You are the Morning to me, and how I love the Morning that is You Who create this Beautiful Dawn within me.

I must hasten, therefore, and run to meet the Beautiful Morning that is You!"

                                                                         

                                                                 Wonder

"Wonder" says Socrates "is the beginning of Wisdom."   To be open to all that is in us, about us, and through us.  That is true humility; and wonderment is Humility's hand-maiden.  We look but cannot see the incomprehensibleness of Being. We can only look and remain open. See!

                                                                                                     
                                                                   Peace

Peace - not just a gull in flight, nor a beach washed by surf,
                                                                                          but rather, a well Being in us: Jesus,
                   and our soul-sail's tranquil; and its flight free,
                                                                                          winged by Truth; and our shores white and     

                   glistening in the Light of
                                                                  Peace!




Thanks for reading my poetry.
                                                      Now you know my heart.        Love, Pio