connie crane

Rookie (05-28-62 / Dearborn Michigan)

connie crane Poems

1. My Lover's Domain 2/24/2008
2. Eternal Now 2/26/2008
3. In You 2/27/2008
4. That's Me 3/3/2008
5. Mary And Jesus 3/3/2008
6. Purple And White 3/13/2008
7. God Is All There Is 3/16/2008
8. I Love Me Loving You 3/26/2008
9. The World Needs To Hear What I Have To Say 3/26/2008
10. I Don'T Want To Hear Another Word 3/28/2008
11. Don'T Judge Me 3/28/2008
12. Disappear 4/21/2008
13. To The Top Of The Mountain I Must Go 4/21/2008
14. I Am Your Lover 4/24/2008
15. My Heart Takes Wing As It Soars Into Your Presence 1/2/2008
16. Divine Romance 1/29/2008
17. Silence 5/12/2008
18. Camping At Farragut Park 5/20/2008
19. Ordinary People 5/20/2008
20. Perception 5/20/2008
21. You Are Not Alone 5/27/2008
22. Wash Over Me Love And Laughter 6/7/2008
23. A Spiritual Progression 6/7/2008
24. We Are Never Alone 6/15/2008
25. God Said To Me 6/20/2008
26. Someone Read My Poem Today 6/25/2008
27. Holiness 6/27/2008
28. Loving What Is 7/12/2008
29. Change 7/12/2008
30. Autism 8/7/2008
31. I Am Love 8/8/2008
32. When God Breathes 5/20/2008
33. The Father And The Son 9/26/2008
34. The Waltz Across Forever 9/27/2008
35. I Want To Know You 9/29/2008
36. Theistic Hedonist 9/29/2008
37. Who Am I 9/30/2008
38. Ho'Oponopono 10/1/2008
39. God? ? ? 2/15/2009
40. Winter In The Mountains 2/18/2009
Best Poem of connie crane

A Walmart Parking Lot

To laugh at life
You have to have,
A perpetual sense of humor.

If you laugh,
They say,
The life you live,
Will potentially,
Last much longer.

I am sitting in the dark,
Stranded,
In a Walmart parking lot,
And finding it,
Hard to laugh.

I cannot see the humor in,
My current situation.
I am desperately in need,
Of some comic revelation.

Then suddenly,
It dawns on me.
And I can see,
My poetry,
Is witty confirmation.

With words and rhyme,
I laugh at me,
And thus embrace,
Salvation.

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Divine Kiss (Part 2)

“Ah, my Lord, then kiss me quickly and I will drink you in,
As deeply, fully and intensely as I can.”
My soul responds before I know it,
And I start to quiver as I say it.
Who am I to ask of God Almighty such a great and wondrous thing?
I am but a woman, small and finite,
Just so much dust, before Him trembling.
I bow my head and close my eyes,
Lost in a moment of confusion.

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