Eternal Life

by Justine C. Tajonera

No one has to have
eternal life
or heaven
on earth.

No one has
to believe.

But I could,
I could.

I could take this bread
and drink from this
cup
and honor
the divinity
that resides
within me

and I am free
to hold you in
my arms

and love you
and see forever
now.

(Feb. 28, 2010)
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Crossing Over

by Justine C. Tajonera

There is one final journey in
this life that I used to fear
but now
anticipate.

It is the last of all travels,
the final country
that outstrips all the
space in
the universe.

It is the last and
great
crossing over,
the moment of reckoning,
the confirmation of heaven,
hell and
divinity.

The veil is thin
and crosses into my life,
taking those I love,
those I do not know,
those I will never
know.

I don't know why
I am so sure
that this last port
will not be bleak,
that it will be
a bright glimmer
from across
an ocean,
a beautiful coast,
a nothingness
that is also
everything.

And there I am
perfect, whole
and
complete.

(Feb. 11, 2010)
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Divinity

by Justine C. Tajonera

I have never considered
that divinity lived
inside of me.

I have looked everywhere
else:
the stars, the sun,
the sky, any proof of
beauty in this
world.

I have considered that
the numinous might reside
in the grand, the majestic,
the hidden,
the deep.

As I unfold my words
and greet my husband,
my son
with a tender
word

I become aware
of the sacred.
It is not in some secret
grove or cave.
It dwells in my smallest
gesture
of kindness.

(Feb. 3, 2010)
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