Poems and Inspiration
I Have This Vision
I have this vision
I'm climbing up this cliff
by my fingernails, elbows, and arms from a pit.
That it seems I go it alone while I'm doing it
is an illusion and the rub.
I'm not doing it alone or for myself alone.
This is the reality that around me
is the spirit of everything good
wanting me to climb out.
As I raise myself, I raise everyone
and some part of me knows this
and some part in everyone knows this.
I hear screams and cheers peptalking me on,
coming in every form
and I know I'm going to make it
for dear life.
May 29, 1981
Pain in Paradise
How's Your Pain?
The most frequent
question I hear
from my hospital bed is How's Your Pain?
This poem comes to mind.
What is pain?
Pain is a calling out from within,
a loud yet silent yearning,
telling us we have not lived fully.
We have missed something.
We have not grasped
the meaning of the moment somewhere,
that will lead us,
when we do,
to the paradise
What is paradise?
Paradise is full knowledge
of self lived out.
What is self-fulfillment?
Self-fulfillment is the willingness
to live in paradise.
Pain confirms life is intentional; purposeful.
Life cannot be avoided,
short circuited, or
We owe life;
its price is that we live.
Pain suggests the necessity
to live sacredly.
Life demands our complete attention
to this responsibility; and to each detail.
As we do, life delivers us joy.
Life is inseparable from us.
Life is us asking we be conscious of life.
Pain will never leave us fully
until we embrace paradise;
Pain confirms we are meant,
we are intended,
to live in paradise.
June 22, 1981
(c) Leslie Goldman
I Caused the War
I caused the War.
God gave me an entire Garden
with everything I could possibly
need except experience.
I wanted to know more.
When my Beloved offered me
lovelyfruit from the Tree of Knowledge,
I bite into it.
She was innocent. She meant no harm.
I loved that fruit. It made good Smoothies,
but Iate too much an d got indigestion.
They my mind got out of hand.
I thought I did something wrong.
I went into hiding.
God came to find me out.
God said, where are you?
I was ashamed of my nakedness
when He came calling
I put on clothes.
I confess. I have had a lot of fears
since that have controlled me.
Today is a new day.
I am GETTING HIP.
Going into hiding caused me and you
a lot of pain.
Pretending I do not know your every thought
and you my every thought
caused us both a lot of pain.
I have once again taken up residence
in the Enchanted Garden.
I welcome you to join me living here.
I welcome you to end War right now.
AllI can say is Plant Your Dream!
The world will be a more beautiful place.
I promise to not spend all my time worrying
and fretting about the missing Peace.
I know I am the missing Peace.
I promise to come out of hiding.
Will you join me in being
the Missing Peace too?
January 22, 2003
The Day President Bush was given the power
to make War on Iraq
Subject:Burying Our Dead
I go meatless most of the time.
Occasionally, a Rocky Organic Chicken Dog
slips down the gullet
in honor of childhood's favorite foods Mom made.
Rare meat I buy, even the 22% hamburger
intended to eat raw, ends up going into the
freezer to be dealt in the Eternal Hereafter.
Down the street, not too far away,
is a friend who I have not visited in years.
He treats me with utmost respect.
His name is Hani. He is Arab.
He speaks better Hebrew than I do.
He was born in Bethlehem, a city
noted for its other Star.
and respect for all humanity
is clear from the wide clientele
who come into Near East Foods
in various traditional garbs to buy his very,
very,fresh Lamb in all its body parts.
Women whose face I cannot see:
Men who speak languages I do not understand;
Dark skinned and happy children who wonder
why I walk the way I do--
all these shop at Haniís
among the bagged basmati rice
and familar labeled herbs and seeds I know by
fragrance but cannot decipher by foreign label.
Hani's children are grown now.
His son is no doubt a basketball star
for some local high school,
but the moment I enter his store,
Hani will remember
me by name and wonder about
the distant travels that have kept us apart.
Today we are both in thoughts of War
but neither of us imagines that somebody very,very
different has volunteered to be our enemy.
A few men who maybe never got
suckled enough decide events that will influence
the lives of all us shopping here.
I know if I call Hani and
ask for a delivery of the Lamb he will bring it.
We will sit and talk.
We will wonder about the influence
of grown men who behave as fighting boys,live in White Houses
and ask we bury our dead.
We will know without saying
that his dead and my dead
will be the same dead.
Something inside wants to see my dear friend Hani.
Something in me is calling out for the Lamb.
nine days after GETTING HIP 2
January 24, 2003