Poem June 7, 2010 Issue

A coat of many pockets

Pamela Chemberlin Lampson

Love has loomed me as a garment of gentle armor.
Love is the very fabric of my being.
I am in my warp and weft, wonderfully woven.

I carry in my pockets the stuff—the substance—of immortality.
I carry in my pockets never-ending praise and gratitude.
I carry notes of golden angel song to remind me I am not alone.

I carry friendship to remind me of the tender touch of kindness.
I carry the roar of fresh sea surf as faithful evidence of hope.
I carry redolent whispers of spring breeze for renewal
and fists full of wind as a sign of God's omnipotence.

I carry rays of sunshine to remind me Life is light and full of joy.
I carry with me a star or two to remind me infinity is not beyond my grasp.
I carry the still, small voice of Truth to guide me if ever evil tempts.

I carry abundance because I cannot want for what I already have.
I carry bold intuition and humble understanding as proof of divine generosity.
In my pockets I carry all good, all honor, all majesty because I am created
by Mind—the tailor—whose reflection its garment wears.

—Pamela Chemberlin Lampson

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