The Filament of Hope

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Filament of Hope – © 2021, Patrick Canganelli.

outside the sphere
peering down into a ball of glass
I can see the plight of humanity,
but I gaze too deeply
and I am transported inside
I am and
we are
humanity.
our gaze and
our sounds
bounce around inside
the sphere
unaware of that clan
outside looking in.
but someday my desire to know
ever so much more
will send a filament from my eye,
the gossamer hollow thread
will open the most fleeting glimpse
of all the clan inhabits
if I could but stand there
with my eye affixed
to those beyond my plight
would I then find a way back home
would I know any more
of a greater expanse?
could I speak my words to someone
who could hear?
but instead I am tossed about the sphere
I cannot find
a steady place
to glance again
through the filament,
I can only hope now
my vision was not clouded.
is there a clan
beyond the dome
beyond the stars
beyond the boundary of what we are.
if I could but dream a bigger dream,
then I would start to hope,
and if I whisper in your ear
we could share our glances
through the filament
and plot our way back to
the greatest home—
and Heaven would be its name.

© 2021, Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.

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One More Step

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One More Step – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.


where was my home
that I left
to come here
and settle in this place,
what music was there,
what beauty surrounded me there
that I was drawn here
instead.

was there sadness?
did we care?

I care.

I care
wherever I stand
wherever I call home.
I stand for everyone
I care for every abandoned soul
and every noble heart

the place from whence I came
did we know
of love
I say ‘yes’
we knew that the glad heart
can sing
and its songs
drown out sorrow and hate.

from wherever I came
from wherever you came
we are here now
together
to share the pain
yes
to share the emptiness
I suppose.

But we are also here to strike up
a new tone.
We came from other dominions
to stand together
to look in each other’s eyes
and see the soul,
to walk on the Commons.
we are not here
to shudder at the outward look of things
I think we traveled far
to get here.
we travelled with hearts and minds
knowing this is now the Common ground.

One more step.
One more lonely brother
One more beloved sister
we will embrace everyone
on the Common ground—
no one to turn back.

We are all here at last.

(written at night, on the eve of Humanity.)

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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I Walk the Earth

The Others
The Others – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.

I Walk the Earth

how many people have walked the earth?
now I walk
I walk through spaces where others have been
I sense small particles of them as I meander through the streets,
I can hear, though faintly, the small voices left behind in our world
I bow my head
I sense
a low murmur
of my predecessors
I call out
and I know my voice is heard
it answers the call
of past and future
because, of course, someone will walk the streets where I have been

the legacy is astounding
my love grows with each pace
here I am
and here you were
and here others will be
our helices form the great chain
from the first burning sun
to the time when embers grow cold

we can fly through here and now,
and everything that will be—
we have arrived
over and over again
to destinies accomplished and untold
I start my path now
knowing
we will come together
on the highest road
and so now
let us begin.

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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Is There A Day

A Song We Sing


Is there
a Time
and Place
where I could speak
whatever is in my heart,
and others would say it was a song
a lyric
generated by my soul
and like music
it is something to share

Is there a special ground
upon which I might stand
and declare, unencumbered,
a feeling that I have—
a feeling that others soon realize
is a note of magic and truth
and something we need to sing
to each other
and to ourselves?

is there a way
to touch
the hearts of others,
all others
not just the ones I see?

I want to find this time
this place
this heart,
and sing my song
and help
the helpless
and start a new beginning
from this day forward
let us sing in unison
of love
and warmth
and caring
and giving
to each other
everything we need,
each in turn
until
the light is gone
and the purple night
lulls us all to sleep,
knowing we will awaken
in a time of joy.

© 2021, Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.

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The Spirit Can Soar

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Snowflakes On Us All – © 2018 Patrick Canganelli.


the world is such a sad place
at times
but bright white snowflakes fall on our noses
in the deep of night
do they not?
and with the falling rain
we are renewed.
run around an open field
on a golden autumn day
and tell me
you’ve almost forgotten
the oppressive summer nights.
I know the heart can hurt
but the spirit
can also soar
and ascend to heady mountaintops
the height of the world
can be reached,
the thoughts of despair
can be left behind.
let us run into the ocean spray
let us gather at first light
and sing
of joy
and laughter
and come together
to celebrate what we have—
let us know
the moment of birth
is hope
for a gentle soul,
in the hour
of misery
we can shout
to the far heaven,
a land we dream of—
a great land where we are headed.
bow our heads
and then look up into the shining
white.
let the love in
and it will push out
the saddest times,
and bright white snowflakes will fall
on us all.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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A Cloud of Love

A Cloud of Love
A Cloud of Love – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

love is never diminished when given freely,
it is only expanded, compounded, and unfolding
until it encompasses
everything
I and We will give until
our hearts burst,
but bursting forward and outward and everywhere
expanding
and compounding
until
every sad child
every broken heart
and every tear shed
is healed
and burning with desire
to give freely,
like a cloud of electrons floating above a shining metal sphere,
a cloud of love
encircling the earth.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Time Has Stopped

� 2006, Patrick Canganelli.
Time Has Stopped – © 2006, Patrick Canganelli.

 

time has stopped
and
the stars of heaven are reflected in the water.
the river is not flowing
it is transformed into a mirror.
but I can peer into its depths
past the surface,
and I see the stars have become mica dust
spilled all through the motionless stream
the stones in the bed are rare clouds
between the sparkles
and
I can no longer discern
where heaven and earth are separated.
I am caught in between
the sky
and the depths,
I feel as if my soul
is a conduit.
I do not want the old mill wheel
to begin again
but I know it will.
soon the momentum in our hearts
will push upon the paddles
upstream
and the mill
will start up again
we will become as grist
speckled with mica
and thrown across the stream.
we, transformed,
will be the
reflection
of the stars
and we will be strewn amongst
the rocks,
there for other timeless travelers
to
marvel at.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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My Prayers are Inscribed

glitter on construction paper
With Sparkling Warmth – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

my prayers are inscribed between the lines
and in the praise enfolding all the stanzas.
dew drops sliding from the tender points
of leaves
are the ticks my heart beats
waiting to hear
His name.
But as suddenly as the rain stops,
it picks up again,
a deafening shower
of voices.
have we all finally come to this one place
deep in the rain forest
where slender stalks push up to the sun?
and when we reach the top
we are filled from top to toe
with sparkling warmth
from the songs of heaven.
we become the canopy
the sun is a blanket on our heads
our feet are planted in the soil
so we will grow together
and we will form voices
great harmonies destined to ring throughout the verdant boughs.
when night falls
we reflect.
and then the sun shall return
and renewed singing will generate a bio-dome
filled with love-
yes, a bio-dome
filled with love!

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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There is a Place

photo taken at Clegg Memorial Gardens.
In Emerald Green – photo © 2020 Susan Canganelli.

 

I know there is a place
where all of us are free
free to love
free to be just who we are
no judgment
no expectation
tears only of joy
I have a longing for what we can become
I desperately want that day to break tomorrow,
each evening
I drift to the place of dreams
I visit with all of you
who are ready
but what to do
for those still in anguish
We surely want all of us to wake in
a world of love
I know I do
and I know there are others,
so
let us set a time—
why not tonight—
and lie down together
in emerald green
and drift to that vast tomorrow
filled with love
and the crimson heart
and freedom for all of us
I wait for the daybreak,
please be there when I awake.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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A Calm Bright Path

sparkling ocean
Sparkling Ocean – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

Sitting in this hollow log
tossed gently on the waves
I am dreaming of the distant shores
the sun on the horizon
is my beacon
a bright line of yellow orange
finds its way to me
behind me
are yesterday’s memories
floating on the water
foamy crests and side swirls
each encapsulating
a day spent in the past
but I go ever forward
I will not look back
behind me is the sea foam
ahead is the sun
and
a calm bright path.
I anticipate the community
of souls,
in my mind
words of joy
are brewing
and spilling out
to form
a new directive
I am positively
filled with hope
there will be other souls
with their words
spilling out
mixing with mine
to build
tomorrow.
I scan the sea from edge to edge
and I can see a gathering
a million hollow logs
with eager souls
heading to that ball of light
we will reach
a distant shore
we will stand together
our feet side by side in the sand
so then
we will raise our arms
every single one of us
in unison
with nothing in our hearts
but each other
you see —
I brought nothing with me
I only need all of you.
please let us fill our hearts
with all of who we are,
standing on the shore together,
hands raised
all troubles left behind
eventually
I know the crests and eddies
behind me
will fall away
into the vast oceanic yesteryear.
but we will step across each other’s footprints
forming a new organism
called man-KIND.
our kind and gentle voices all heard,
nothing from where we came from
except the joy
of who will we become.
I cannot wait
for that great shore!

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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