Category Archives: Soul Poetry

Can You Go Home Again?

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A Soul Quest Poem:

Can You Go Home Again?

I wish I could return
to my heart’s true source of joy
A pool as welcoming and fresh
as when I was a boy.

To a liquid home that sparkles
with new possibilities
I want to jump back into
the fountain God calls “me”.

-Rev. Scott Ufford,
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 1997, 2012

9-11 Poem: A Remembrance in New York

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A poem about loss, anger, healing, never shared before.

Written back on the 1st anniversary of the September 11, 2001 WTC disaster:

Remembrance in New York

Twin Towers of light
in wistful white
shine up against the shrouds
of twilight clouds.

Twin Towers of light
stab the night,
Tears blur my eyes
I search the skies.

Twin Towers of light
unveil this sight,
lost faces from the past
At peace at last.

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Peace be with you,
Rev. Scott Ufford
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 2002, 2011
Copyright 2002

Raw 9/11/2001 WTC Memorial Poem: YOU DIED

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A raw memorial poem I wrote in NYC in 2001 immediately after destruction of the World Trade Center & the slaughter of 4,000:

YOU DIED.

My heart is ripped open.
Gouged open.
I am in shock.
I am grief.

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My brain is pounding pounding
My pulse is crazed
Everything is askew
Empty
Whirling
Gasping breathless.
I’m spinning.
Who will catch me?
What can heal me?
What is real?
Where are you now?

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No words to cry.
No one to hear me.
No way to cry.
My blood runs away.
Painfully sweet.
My pain flows like warm honey
Into your hive.
Into my full memories of you.

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Incredible loss.
Horrific waste.
No comprehension.
I will never see you again?
Impossible.
My heart recoils at the thought
Like a gunshot aimed
In a terribly
Insanely
Wrong direction.
Look, I’ll prove it.
With my eyes closed tight right now,
I can still see you . . .

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Life.
Slowly.
Flows.
Back.
Into my wretched heart.
Heals it like a
Long-vanished ocean tide
Returning to bathe crusted shores
To wash away my grief.
I am so grateful to you.

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I can feel you grinning with relief.
At me.
You live in stunning new dimensions.
You see me finally
Waking up.
And.
Breathing.
Deeply.
On my side of the ripped veil.
We are both going to be
Okay.
In the morning, my tears taste
Good.

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Bloody History of this Raw Memorial Poem

These few words about slaughtered friends,
about unexpected sacrifices, losses, grief and redemption
at NYC’s World Trade Center and across America
were written one gray morning after September 11, 2001.

Pinned to the sagging wire fence at Union Square Park–

surrounded by heaps of sad flowers taped to hopeful notes
pleading for any word of the whereabouts of loved ones lost in the confusion–

lit by nearby pools of candles burning in memoriam over smiling family photos of the doomed–

abandoned to the elements just a stone’s throw from the Dalai Lama’s
scale model of the Twin Towers wreathed in carnations and tears–

half hidden next to park visitors’ unforgettable words and pictures of anguish,
anger, prayer and pleading scrawled on a giant public paper canvas taped around all the paths–

two weeks later to be rolled up & shipped to the Smithsonian for what?
for safekeeping?–

my simple words lost in the miserable maze heaped
below the 145 year old gray equestrian statue of Washington
inscribed in bold chalk letters with the message PEACE NOT WAR–

this little memorial poem somehow got scooped up & quoted
on sites dotting the countryside, such as
Tulsa World.

Is it all just about luck?
About the Divine Hand?
About when it’s your time to go, you go?

By the grace of unseen guidance I and so many others survived.
Others did not.
We still remember them.

The blessings and lessons of our lives go on.

Scott Ufford
Spiritualist minister
Copyright 2001, 2011

Your Soul Does Survive: A Psychic Message from Beyond the Grave

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You’ll be inspired by this heart-felt spiritual poetry received from my family’s quirky 96-year old neighbor, RTG–

after his death.

He was a real character–

a cranky Theosophist metaphysician surviving “out in the sticks” who’d met the great Indian philosopher Krishnamurti–

and was far from a saint.

Please enjoy his poetic wisdom:

Survival of the Soul

Though the Sun may shine upon the Earth with the familiarity of a lover,
Though the Earth may cradle the four winds, rocking them gently like children,
Though the rocks of the Earth may cling together for dear survival,

I now have flown free of this Earth.

Vaulted over the stones that clutter my grave.

I have transcended Time and Space and all unreasoning doubts.
My soul now springs with feverish desire and burning inner peace
back towards my divine celestial home,
the home of all freed mankind:

The arms of the Holy Mother and the Holy Father await my arrival.
With patience and good cheer, they await the flap of my rusty wings.
I have taken flight, homeward-bound.

I glimpse so easily the Divine Home I once doubted I’d see, back when alive.

My flight home is the quiet sigh of a child in love.

O Bless the Earth’s children,
Divine Mother and Father.
O bind up their wounds,
O Celestial Mother.
O show them the way home,
O Celestial Father,
So that all mankind, living
Will cease to perish.

You have drawn in your breath with expectant wonder, O Divine Parents.

We are flying back home on this soft breeze of yours.
Back into your Bliss we surge,
by the billions.

I am amidst a great and humble family:
the Divine Children, all returning.

Just ahead, your warm light
Welcomes us home.”

–RTG

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When RTG unexpectedly contacted me from his transition on The Other Side, he was caught up in a vast Christ Consciousness expansion.

Soon, his past life judgment would follow.

Thanks to the few clear-eyed souls who’ve “reported back to us” on their past life judgment, we know this climactic event pierces everyone’s heart to the quick.

Its purpose is NOT to punish us. Instead, it serves the Divine Will by awakening us to the deepest, toughest spiritual lessons of our newly ended life.

It serves as the culmination of our just-completed struggles. But why?

Because we have to INTEGRATE into our willful consciousness what we’ve done & experienced–with ALL of our delusions, ignorance and excuses REMOVED.

During this painful judgment we rediscover that, yes, God still LOVES US UNCONDITIONALLY.

If we think about that fact–honestly, considering our poor behavior–it’s incredible.

After gasping through our judgment–no matter how bad it was–we’re rewarded by experiencing massive relief at the fact we are still LOVED.

What happens next?

The Universe is an Ever-Practical Training School. So, we’re prepared for what we’ve earned as a new starting level of education and growth to experience while in the Spirit World or Heavens.

How do we learn and grow without our dense physical body?

We are given personal opportunities to serve the Divine Will that radiates through the Heavens around us like a Central Sun. Our “Work-Study Program” might take into account what we studied in our past life or might apply our special aptitudes to the situations at hand in the Heavens. It might be as simple as: over there’s a lost & confused soul newly arrived from Earth life, will you go try to help her?

There always exists an infinite number and variety of ever-changing ways to serve the Divine Will. To help others in their needs. Always, the degree we try to fill those needs in the moment with whatever love, competence and sincerity we can muster–that’s being re-taught to our reawakening minds as we go along–determines how much of that delightful Spiritual Sun from God we can refresh ourselves in.

This training and soul purging & cleansing lasts even through the evaluation where we prep for our next physical incarnation, no matter how near or far away that is in the physical world future.

We can see, there’s much to fear but far more to rejoice in about our judgment, eventually…

Have you ever wondered about the famous physicist Stephen Hawking’s claim that “Life after death is just a fairy tale”?

RTG’s words stand as stark poetic testament to the survival of your soul.

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Blessings to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford,
Spiritualist minister
Copyright 2011