My Pecan Tree Poetry Blog

DancingToTheTunesOfLife

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Celestine McMullen Allen

Music by Valerie Michele Oliver

If I could

I would create Utopia

I would create synergy

I would create a world of peace.

Dialogue would be in synch

Souls would be in synch

Love would be in synch

The world would be in synch.

There would be no hidden agendas

Realities would be about embracing them

Life would be about living through it

Living would be about not losing ourselves in the process.

If I could, I would grant a gift to each of you

It would be to live to the extent of your being

Be the best that you can

Impact society in your own positive way

Share your gift with the world.

The reality is

I can’t give you the Utopian gift;

Only God,

If only you reach out

Embrace his love and

Understand His messages of

Life, living, and love.

Dialogue would be in synch

Souls would be in synch

Love would be in synch

The world would be in synch

The Utopian Gift of synchronicity

Celestine McMullen Allen

©Copyright 2009

I grew up amongst a strong pecan tree.  And to this day, it is there that I find my strength.

I am the fruit of  “fertile soil, knotty limbs, hoovering branches, and deep roots.”

It is this tree that gives voice to my poetic soul.  More about “The Pecan Tree” later.

For over thirty years, I have been an HR Professional,  To a degree, I have neglected my poetic side.  But here I am now, wanting to share my voice.

Because of my professional endeavors, I can only claim winning poetry contests.  I have written my first collection of poetry called “Voice from the Soul of Trees”; no longer a work in progress.  The book is real, the words are real, and my desire to share my voice has been fulfilled.

But I am not through.

Come share a spot under  “My Pecan Tree”.

Celestine M. Allen

I lay, eyes to the darkened sky
And on this night, I see the glory of the presence
Of a luminous quarter moon
Piercing through the sheer of my window
Her palette draped in an aura of darkness
Her hint of light
Speaking to the future of brightness in the glimpses of our darkest moment.

Shining in her glory, I wonder as to a star
What was I feeling during quarter moons before
What about the harvest moons of the past?
What about the full moon cycles that are to come?
Was I still strong, will I be stronger?
Was I hurting, will the pain ever subside?
Was I experiencing another parallel cycle of life?
Good,  bad, or indifferent;
And what propelled me again, always looking  to her future cycles?

With a watchful eye, I see her poignancy
Her splendor, her control
Saying to me that even in this phase,
Her cycles dictate more than what is perceived
Her gravitational pulls of existence,
Of love, and of living
Are not minimized by the mere presence of this quarter moon stage
There is strength in her timing.

As a quarter moon
She offers just a little peek
Not wanting to reveal too much other than glimpses
Of unforeseeable and unnecessary circumstances of life
Akin to the rain, knowing that she feeds and nourishes
And blankets us even in the stillness of the night
Letting us know that she can also bring drought and torrents
As so, can control the emotions of our experiences.

Her cycles evolve
She strengthens her presence during the night
As time evolves, she sprinkles moon dust to grace our being
She tests us to see if we are listening.

As she emerges in full splendor;
A full moon or a harvest moon is presented
Integrating the experiences of prior cycles
She speaks again, asking
Are you strong enough to handle the light that I bring to you in this cycle?
Akin to the sun, she promotes positive life energy even against her dark palette
And can determine your fruitfulness and seasons of bounty.

Akin to our belief and faith in God,
She confirms that there is something bigger than us in control.
In direct union with God, she can direct the ebb and flow of nature.
In direct union with God, she has a hand in the conception of life.
In direct union with God, she helps to reward us in bounty.

The lunar, that protects us at night;
A legacy in the tales of old;
Is another guide to the timing of our individual life cycles;
A marvel of nature to guide our paths in our darkest moments.
Bigger than we will ever know,
Her strength available if we choose to understand her messages of timing.

Celestine M. Allen

Within the palm of my hand, I hold a mighty tool;

Capable of capturing, molding, and disseminating the mysteries of life;

With a pen in hand,

I reflect on love, sadness, victory, and strife

I share the voice of my soul;

That which has molded me and which has made me cry, sigh, and shout with glee.

Folded up, fist clenched

I depict strength of will and inner fortitude

I share the manifestation of my spirit;

My convictions gleaned from holding strong, holding on, and knowing when to bow.

Gently curved,

I bestow the gentlest touch

I share the subtleties of my femininity; the outpouring of my soul in it’s’ trinity;

Combining all parts of me, which make me whole and capable of giving and receiving love.

In any manifestation,

There is a desire to possess only that which is real

There is no fear of loss;

Only those which, I need to depart from.

There is no grasping;

Only reaching out

To that, which is mines’.

© 2004 Celestine McMullen Allen