December Posting #1

 

The Beginning of the End

December’s postings recall beginnings and endings. Life is full of those. Each time I leave my 94-year-old-father who is experiencing the end of this life to a new beginning — eternal life, I ask him to kiss my deceased mother for me, if he should go before I return. His wizened, watery eyes look up at me, crinkle at the corners as he smiles and nods. As 2015 comes to a close, our eyes are filled with images of recent senseless acts of violence. I wonder about the souls of those departing this world with so much hate. Who or what will meet them as they cross over? Looking forward to the new year, will 2016 bring about a shift in global consciousness? Will we begin to speak into reality a vision for humanity of inclusive cooperation that honors the dignity of every life? Do we have the will to fight against the urge to fall asleep and numbly accept mass shootings as our new normal? My constant prayer is that we keep our eyes and our hearts wide open.

Home

Inside this dome

       Turtle Island,

I face the sacred West.

Ancestors drumming thunder,

Calling me home.

 

Hear now

Three rivers converging

An amalgamated trinity

       Vibration

                   Sound

                               Color.

                              

Full moon shining

Light on the path to solemn passage

Where my soul will sleep at last.

Here now, the journey seems so long.

There, merely a wink.

 

Will God delight,

       Will I,

In what I bring home?

 

It will have to do.

All has been done

Until soul longs again to

Return to the light of the sun.

 

Here now

       I dream

                   I hope.

 

Perhaps next time

My previous shinings

Will be remembered.

Here or there, I will be home.

 © 2015 Bessie Adams Senette

Photo by Bessie Senette: “Tranquility Point Carolina Jasmine in Repose”

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Bessie Senette

Bessie Senette is nine and a half months pregnant waiting on the birth of Cutting the Clouds: a Bayou Mystic’s Poems, Musings, and Imaginings – an autobiographical collection of poems and essays about the life and culture of her bayou upbringing and the spirituality that informs her traditional healing gifts. 
A high-spirited, creative, solemn, and above all joyous woman, she celebrates her birthday for the entire month of August, otherwise known as the Besstival. Anyone born in August is welcomed as a Besstivite. The High Feast day of the Besstival (Bessie’s actual birthday) is known as the Besstiva. 

When her Muse is not in the mood to muse, she cooks. Bessie’s home is an oasis of hospitality, and yet her husband, Tom, calls it a fortress of solitude. Somehow it works. She works as a supplemental grandmother and primary Mimsie to Eden and Noah, five grand pups and one cat. 
As an ordained minister, she officiates an ecumenical liturgy for a small congregation of like-minded and just “slightly” wacky folk who are lovingly referred to as the Bessbyterians. 
Bessie is a polydactyl poet, born with six toes on her left foot. Some of her friends think she should have a reality TV show but she insists that it would have to be an UnReality show. All are certain the ratings would be astronomical.

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