Poem: I Ain't No Jesus


I ain’t no Jesus
But, I would like to be
I never wanted to be a nun
Much less a priest
I didn’t want to grow up to be a saint
like my sisters did
I didn’t like going to church when I was young
And going again is not in my plans
And still, I don’t want to read any holy books
Or travel to any holy lands
But I just want to BE Jesus. Or Jesus-ish.
I want to have Jesus eyes
I want to do the Jesus walk
I want to have Jesus hands
And think the Jesus thoughts
But if you ask my friends
They’ll tell you
For sure that
I ain’t no Jesus
But, I want to be

About the poem:

This is a poem from my book “With Open Arms: Poetry for Big Love and Real Life” on Amazon.com. I hope to perform it tonight at La Vita Bella’s poetry open mic!

Poem: I Stand Before You

2013-11-10 Boulder Creek Ducks and River (28)

I stand before you
I adore you
I thought that would be enough

About the poem:

I love this little piece. It embodies so much of the puzzling feeling we have as we try to negotiate the details of day to day life, with those we love. It does require some mad skill to maintain a loving relationship. Those are the most important skills we can research and learn about, and teach those around us.

Tonight, after doing a short workout, I got home around 7 pm. Should I stay home or go check out the poetry night at The Laughing Goat? (A cool hangout in Boulder, Colorado) Stay, go, stay, go…finally, I decided to go! And I’m so glad I did. I got to choose my spot in the line-up and I went as number 2! I introduced myself with Mama Africa, then did this short poem (both are from my poetry book With Open Arms), then ended with two poems I wrote this week: Peace is Okay and After the Bell. It was lovely to be immersed in poetry: mine and so many others’!

This photo is from yesterday’s visit to Boulder Creek, where I paused for a bit before heading into the library. The ducks were so entertaining!


Poem: Dark Alleys Don’t Scare Me

When I’m walking somewhere
Dark and scary
I hold your hand

I think you are an angel
Or maybe Jesus
Or maybe pure energy
Or maybe my dad

I don’t hear a voice usually
Just feel a warm presence
That dissipates all fear

Okay, but when it’s icy
Then I hear,
“Get your hands out of your pockets!”

About the poem:

I had the greatest dad humanly possible. He is right beside me every step of the way. And though he died in 1997, his kindness still strengthens me.

This is a poem in my book With Open Arms available on Kindle and Amazon.

Poem: Play It Cool …are you more of a puppy or a cat?

A poem from my book: With Open Arms: Poetry for Big Love and Real Life

When I become your friend, I want to do with gusto! Puppy-style! If you are a cat, I don’t know if we can work it out.

Cats are geniuses at "playing it cool". Me? Not so much!

Cats are geniuses at “playing it cool”. Me? Not so much!

Play It Cool

The fact that I met you

Means that I love you

I want to hang out

And talk with you

And walk with you

Do you want me

To act like

That’s not true

That! would be

Very hard

For me to do

I never learned


Or why

To play it cool

Poem: Gaksan (…take a hike with me!)


a poem from the book With Open Arms: Poetry for Big Love and Real Life

In town, my life is all manmade

GS-25, kimbap shops, and power lines

Waiting, rushing, looking both ways

Concrete, asphalt and flashing signs


But then there’s you

You are the backdrop of my days

Beckoning me, reminding me of something bigger

From here, at this distance you too

Look a bit grey

Like me and my town


But I know you now

I know that up close

You are a stunner

I walk past the bakeries and the HomePlus

And across the bridge, and the trash-strewn river

It’s here that I doubt myself

And want to turn back

But I know you now

You are worth it

I cross the busy street

And walk the steep road to your base

Now, from here, I see only you


Thank you for being here

My human friends aren’t around today

Chingu eopsseoyo! 🙁

But you are. Chingu isseoyo! 🙂

And, you… are magnificent

Your brownery and greenery

Your paths and your scenery


Like a faithful lover

I fall in sync with you

And am still surprised by you

Though, I know you now


Ah yes, at the breast of this curve

The view opens to the pines and sky above

And here, I catch a glimpse of the sea


And from here, the town looks like what it is

The playthings of humanity


And now I’m at the yaksuteo

I don’t need to carry water, you deliver it to me

Right when I need it, mid-mountain, sparkling

I scoop a red ladleful and drink it, resting my mind


And on up, walking in peace

With every step, you heal me, soothe me,

Take away my rough edges and smooth me


At the top, I stand arms wide open

The better to feel you and thank you,

Gaksan! Chingu isseoyo!



Read more about how you can use “Nature as Healer” in my book Tuning In to Inner Peace: The Surprisingly Fun Way to Transform Your Life