Dear Journal:
      I've benefited a great deal from continued use  of  the
"Dream Realization" meditations  I first encountered as a
participant  in  the A.R.E. Dream Research Project. I had
always loved poetry but thought I couldn't write it myself.
Since practicing the meditations for inspirational writing,
however, I have  filled  several  tablets  with  dreams  and
poetry. What  amazes  me  is  that  the  poetry  no  longer
limits itself to dream  interpretations but now often  also
comes following meditation, or while I sit  watching  the
flow of the Susquehanna from our home. Here is one:

My Backyard Cathedral

     I have my own Cathedral
     Right at my back door.
     Anyone can join me there
     Whether they're rich or poor,
     Because it didn't cost a penny
     For the riches that are stored,
     And there isn't any preacher
     So I know you won't get bored.
     The towering trees stand with courage,
     Green leaves their essence share,
     Food for the soul and body
     A tonic beyond compare.
     The green grass sends up healing
     From the dew when feet are bare,
     But most of all, I love the altar,
     I must tell you what is there.
     It's a smoothly flowing river
     That goes and doesn't cease,
     And it seems to hold the secret
     Of a majestic, calming peace.
     The choir needs no practice
     For the songbird always sings.
     The congregation never gossips
     Because it's nature's little things.
     Once in a while we're honored
     With Sister Bear or Brother Deer,
     A Bishop is never more exciting
     Than when these friends appear.

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