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I sit with the Sacred Presence
Of my God and Karma
My Inner Kingdom of Peace

I walk in the labyrinth of mystery
What I possess is on sweet lease

My Mom, she suffered before me
And today my heart aches like hers

For I was a teen when she went to God
I did not know about life’s thorns and burrs

“Life is great if you don’t weaken”
She told me many times

So let Life’s goodness abound
And when you pray you’ll find
The rhythm of life and its song filled rhymes

Diane Findlen Garrow 5/2/15

I went there today
Where your soul dwells
The green/gray and blue
The splashes and swells

And there you were with me
Beneath each wave
Where mermaids dwell
The water we crave

Each droplet holds blessings
Our cells in delight
We are rocked and embraced
Self love has such might

So back to the water
We’re drawn day by day
The mermaids surround us
They whisper and pray

From ages and eons
We females have had
The water, the birthing
Of life – happy/sad

So dear friend
True mermaid
I want you to know
The water around us
Will let all love grow

Written to my life long friend and lover of the water, Terry

By Diane Findlen Garrow

As we rolled along the rural byway
We noticed the trees of red and gold
The bellows and wisps of wind did tether
The glowing leaves first to then fro

One couldn’t help but watch the fanfare
Tree after tree a musical show
Those briny leaves like rockettes dancing
The glit and glimmer alive and aglow

The theme was set at nature’s theater
And we were blessed with front row seats
The dance of the trees kept our attention
The autumn leaves were the best of treats

Diane Findlen Garrow 10/11/13

Today I weep for my friend’s child
9-11-01
Such sadness, shock and tragedy
Has taken one so young

Away to the city she did go
To embrace all of life
She gleamed and shone
With grace she handled strife

If someone had a problem
Or someone shed a tear
All her friends and workplace pals
Knew Susie would be there

The gifts she left for all of us
Her laughter, wit and love
Will overcome all terror’s hate
God knows this, He above

How can we ever understand
The hate that struck that day
And took my dear friend’s precious child
All we can do is pray                                                     Written 9/12/01 Diane Findlen Garrow in memory Susan Leigh Blair

All those names inscribed
The hand of the sculptor carefully
Carving each letter in stone
A breath away from the endless waterfall

As the mind, hand and intent of the sculptor
Dove into the stone
To make their names immortal

We dive to the monument
Taking each name with us
As we traverse the wall

Feel the cool water and fall
With them into the hole
Which lives in the center of our hearts

Diane Findlen Garrow May 2013

When I get there versus here
I shall be burned and charred like everyone else
Passed through the torments and trials of this material world

Wherever “there” is, I will be there…
Heaven
Hell
Hale-Bop
Middle Earth
Here again
There again
This too shall pass

Yet for now
The promise of each day
The sounds of the birds and the children
The spouse graying and pruning like myself
And it keeps going round and round
Passing from hand to hand

The circle of Life

3/21/13
Diane Findlen Garrow

       Dreams

Dreams come from that other place
Where time spins back and forth

And as it spins, it shoots dreams
Into our sleep like shooting stars of insight

Helping us to make sense of the nonsensical

Helping us to integrate and synthesize
Fears and tears that otherwise would
Make gashes or dig graves

These blessed dreams
Create warmth
And breathing
And children’s warm caresses on our breast

These blessed dreams
Bring us from despair
To dare
To live in our world of woe

And bring from the past
The very truths
That will make it possible
To live in the today

Oh dreams
My dreams!

I thank you for your warm
Soup of life…

Diane Findlen Garrow

Blessings

I’m blessed to live in this age, over sixty
With family, friends who are all quite nifty
I’ll start with my husband, a smart, cocky guy
He cooks and he cleans, laughs a happy laugh

Then come our kids, 2 guys and a gal
A blended family, we treat each other well
The 2 grandsons are fun, we laugh and we play
And go see their games, baseball, football and what may

Next are my siblings, an amazing lot
Even at 80, vim and vigor they’ve got
They’re able to thrive, even in strife
Possessing a luminous love of life

Though 2 have passed on and one lives afar
We manage to gather and sing twice a year
These times are quite precious for us 12 you see
We raise our voices in thanks, joy and glee

The time passes swiftly, much faster of late
Today is what counts, to make it as great
As destiny let’s us, our folks taught us well
Treat all with kindness, smile a lot and sit a spell!

Diane Findlen Garrow 8/1/12
Findlen sibling sing-a-long

The universe has its follies
This we know for sure
And each of us fits into it
Just like a hinge and door

I know I’m part of majesty
And yet I feel so fraile
The only thing I figure is
Within my life, travail

There exists an imperfection
To human eye so raw
But to the Infinite appears
The exquisite, the flaw

Within that variant exists
The way that nature molds
And makes us all more beautiful
Our soul, the Divine it holds

Diane Findlen Garrow 1/28/12