OH LOVE OF LOVES

Locked Within the Bosom
Of the Sweetest Bird in Flight
Is a Powerful Tiny Flame,
Oh so Brightly Shining Bright

‘Tis the Three - Fold Flame Divine
Fulfilling a Bird’s Free Will
Expressing Life’s Abundance
Of it’s Sweetheart’s Silent Shrill

Where else can I Heal the Past?
As Sunshine Peeks through Clouds
Alone upon this Hill with God
Away from Gossiping Crowds.

They’re back! My Heart has Shouted!
Oh God, you are Supreme!
In these Gorgeous Little Winged Ones
From Heavenly Precincts seen.

Swish – Swish! Swish – Swish! Swish!
Their Wings Attuned, do make
That Magic Sound that Beats my Heart
So Audible, there’s no Mistake.

It makes my Heart to Flutter
As I see them Fly in Pairs
Darting, Soaring, Diving
So Majestically with Airs.

‘Gainst Backdrop of Stormy Clouds
And Hills of Greeny Leaves,
And Yellowy Painted Grasslands
Their Flight-Path Glides and Weaves

What else can Fly like this?
With Torpedo-shaped Body of Form
Swept-back wings, just Twice their Length
They Dart midst the Lightning Storm

Suddenly they’re near the Ground
Then their “Fly-Past” Soaring High
And so with Immaculate Timing
They Disappear High in the Sky

I Wonder if they, as Angels
Do Fly through a Distant Time-Zone?
Musically Appearing, then Leaving
To the Tick of God’s Metronome

Tis a Gift from my God to me
In Viewing this Glorious Scene
Of my Love-Birds … the Swifts
United in Response to a Dream.

It seems I could Write Forever
And Pen much more on my Page
About those Heavenly Heralds
Who Trumpet in this Aquarian Age

Oh, LOVE OF LOVES, I Love Thee
And like a Swift I shall Fly …
And Enter into that BLISS of GOD …
With my Twin Flame … from on High

John W. Eastwood
The Highlands 5 th. April 1995

LITTLE BY LITTLE

LITTLE BY LITTLE – by a Little Trickle
Is the Tincture of Spiritual Growth
All Bottled up in this Heavenly Mixture
That Surrounds us like a Castle-ized Moat

The Tap is Turned on, but only a Drop
Is Permitted to come at a Time
For a Deluge would only Drown out the Hope
Of Becoming like an “Olde Father Tyme”

So Onward we go, all Forging Ahead
And getting our Rigging in Gear,
We Set Plotted Course in our Little Tug Boat
And Sail Straight into New Year

We shall turn a New Page, setting New Goals
Looking to God for our Guidance
Signing a Contract with Heavenly Contacts
As we Enter Life’s Ballet and Dance

Our Movements are Noted in Akashic Record
With a Heavenly Impar-tiality …
For all is Held Private, Sealed in Gold Scrolls,
For only Scroll Keepers to see.

True Motive is Surely the Active Ingredient
That Decides Whether Heaven Approves,
For all our Activities, Verbal and Thoughtful
Will soon put that Shine on our Shoes

So if the Shine’s missing we’ll need to Rub Hard,
To get back that Light, Bright and Dazzlin’
Utilizing Good Polish, with Cloths of Distinction
To Woo back that Self of Compassion

Just look to the Angels, our very Best Friends
For Direction and Help on the Way
Then Stride Right Ahead with Confidence High
And Watch how your Boat Parts the Spray

God-Success, will soon come, as you Pass all your Tests,
Overcoming all that’s Un-real and Fickle …
For, “By George!” said the Dragon, as he fell to the Ground …
“I’ve been Overcome! LITTLE BY LITTLE!”

John W. Eastwood
South Clayton 29 th. Dec 2000

Oh Beauteous Darling Baby Girl

Your Life has now begun to Unfurl.

Cradles upon a Cloud from Heaven

Cared by your Parents’ Leaven

Who also Nurture your Soul Growth

As you Point to Angels who’ve come to Note

The Reflection of the Christ in you

Who stands there on His Heavenly Hue.

You remind Him of His Manger Days

When He lay there, loved by many a Gaze.

The Three Wise Men, and Animals too

All gave their Gifts & Worship so True,

To the Son of God, and Cosmic Christ,

In the Christmas Flame—God Expanded Thrice.

John Eastwood
Wirrabara, December 2008