Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Staff Of Life

    Staff Of Life Unsteady on his legs, I watched my then toddler grandson bend down and pick up his book.  In one motion, he touched the book to his lips. In another time, when I was young, I saw his great grandfather move with just such a motion to pick up a piece of bread…

  • Intensity Of Purpose

    Intensity of Purpose One of the first unhappy side effects of the medications taken for my cardiac problem was that it took away my morning exuberance that had me thrusting my feet to the floor all the days of my life till then.  (yes,  I am grateful they have kept me breathing!)  But without my…

  • Times Such As These

    We are told that hearing you will hear and not understand and seeing you will see and not perceive.  Simple words meaning simple things?  But of course you see and of course you hear unless physical impairments prevent us.  But it is even more than that.  In the process there are the cries in crisis…

  • To Regain Our Knowledge (that we are safe)

    One of my reader’s comment on a poem of mine was that it gave her a safe feeling. And after much thought, I came to some conclusions. The first being to educate ourselves to broaden our premises so that the unknown will become a known. The narrower our premises the more outside our frame of…

  • A Cosmic Prayer For Mankind

    You and Your God Within Whether the still  small voice you hear is called Comforter or God or Teacher or by any other name you consider holy,  the promise is good.  What will be brought to mind is what you once knew and now remember or what you need to learn.  And one day, some…

  • Surfing The Ethers

    Surfing The Ethers That the rain falls on the just and the unjust and that even the dogs are fed from the master’s table only proves that the Universes are good and all life is sacred . Eternal is the hour which grants the heart time.  Sacred is the vessel which yields the cup. We…

  • Different Can Be Good

    Different Can Be Good It was a hurried morning when our two oldest sons were home from college and I told them that I had had a vivid dream and wrote down some things while half asleep that I did not know about and thought that they might.  I showed them the notes. I knew…

  • On Being Different

    A recent journal entry on being different. The Teacher Speaks. . . . Take it this way.  To be different means you step out  from the crowd.  When you, as an example,  are different in your posing the question as well as answering with what it is you know and cannot see the difference, it…

  • Many Truths

    Many Truths I once heard an elder  say that people only know what it is you let them know.  I gasped,  because I thought she actually believes this.  She still believes that her thoughts are private and that secrets are truly secrets.  She does not know that privacy of thought is the last illusion.  That…

  • A Need

    A Need I possess a knowledge, supplanting the previous knowledge by just one day. The reason is this; I slept. And in the dream saw worlds, whole and hurt, clean and chaotic, built and leveled. And I saw fields with high grasses and skies not yielding to horizons and I walked I walked so far…