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  • For Sitting On The Porch. . .

     

     

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • As I See It. . . .

    As I See It. . . .
    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • as i see it

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • as I see it. . .l

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • as I see it

    As I See It . . . .

     

    There are no more answers anywhere except those written within the individual on his heart.  It is all there for him to discover and what he discovers will be adequate for this time.  It works to cover tracks and to discover just one more truth which will enlighten what has already been learned.  For one it will be fine.  For another, it is not.

     

    Everyone has a piece of the rock.  A piece of the truth.  This is correct.  To be able to ensnare the entirety in one fell swoop would be to discourage and dismantle the psyche.  It can be done but it would undo the Pilgrim.  The psychological trauma would put the psyche on the shelf forever.  For who would have the courage to attempt another try?

     

    Our need determines our intent.  And the caliber of teacher we require.  The divine within is called into conference and the work begins.  The journey only begins when the present becomes unbearable and the future unthinkable.

     

    *****

     

    Called on to give Grace before dinner is a generous gesture.  But if the truth be known, it is for public consumption.  It adds humbleness to the reputation voicing the loudest and most splendid thanks.

     

    When the one whose back is tired from preparing for the multitudes speaks his thanks to the larger Spirit, it is true grace.  For then the meaning of stewardship is known.  It has always been my contention that grace should be directed to the cook who prepared the meal for the table.

     

    I have been known to question after orations of gratitude whether the Grandfather God spoken to was as tired as I was with no help in the kitchen.

     

     

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • As I See It

    As I See It . . . .

     

    There are no more answers anywhere except those written within the individual on his heart.  It is all there for him to discover and what he discovers will be adequate for this time.  It works to cover tracks and to discover just one more truth which will enlighten what has already been learned.  For one it will be fine.  For another, it is not.

     

    Everyone has a piece of the rock.  A piece of the truth.  This is correct.  To be able to ensnare the entirety in one fell swoop would be to discourage and dismantle the psyche.  It can be done but it would undo the Pilgrim.  The psychological trauma would put the psyche on the shelf forever.  For who would have the courage to attempt another try?

     

    Our need determines our intent.  And the caliber of teacher we require.  The divine within is called into conference and the work begins.  The journey only begins when the present becomes unbearable and the future unthinkable.

     

    *****

     

     

     

     

     

    Called on to give Grace before dinner is a generous gesture.  But if the truth be known, it is for public consumption.  It adds humbleness to the reputation voicing the loudest and most splendid thanks.

     

    When the one whose back is tired from preparing for the multitudes speaks his thanks to the larger Spirit, it is true grace.  For then the meaning of stewardship is known.  It has always been my contention that grace should be directed to the cook who prepared the meal for the table.

     

    I have been known to question after orations of gratitude whether the Grandfather God spoken to was as tired as I was with no help in the kitchen.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    As I See It . . . .

     

    There are no more answers anywhere except those written within the individual on his heart.  It is all there for him to discover and what he discovers will be adequate for this time.  It works to cover tracks and to discover just one more truth which will enlighten what has already been learned.  For one it will be fine.  For another, it is not.

     

    Everyone has a piece of the rock.  A piece of the truth.  This is correct.  To be able to ensnare the entirety in one fell swoop would be to discourage and dismantle the psyche.  It can be done but it would undo the Pilgrim.  The psychological trauma would put the psyche on the shelf forever.  For who would have the courage to attempt another try?

     

    Our need determines our intent.  And the caliber of teacher we require.  The divine within is called into conference and the work begins.  The journey only begins when the present becomes unbearable and the future unthinkable.

     

    *****

     

     

     

     

     

    Called on to give Grace before dinner is a generous gesture.  But if the truth be known, it is for public consumption.  It adds humbleness to the reputation voicing the loudest and most splendid thanks.

     

    When the one whose back is tired from preparing for the multitudes speaks his thanks to the larger Spirit, it is true grace.  For then the meaning of stewardship is known.  It has always been my contention that grace should be directed to the cook who prepared the meal for the table.

     

    I have been known to question after orations of gratitude whether the Grandfather God spoken to was as tired as I was with no help in the kitchen.

     

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • As I See It

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • As I See It

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
  • As I See It

    As I See It . . . .

     

    There are no more answers anywhere except those written within the individual on his heart.  It is all there for him to discover and what he discovers will be adequate for this time.  It works to cover tracks and to discover just one more truth which will enlighten what has already been learned.  For one it will be fine.  For another, it is not.

     

    Everyone has a piece of the rock.  A piece of the truth.  This is correct.  To be able to ensnare the entirety in one fell swoop would be to discourage and dismantle the psyche.  It can be done but it would undo the Pilgrim.  The psychological trauma would put the psyche on the shelf forever.  For who would have the courage to attempt another try?

     

    Our need determines our intent.  And the caliber of teacher we require.  The divine within is called into conference and the work begins.  The journey only begins when the present becomes unbearable and the future unthinkable.

     

    *****

     

     

     

     

     

    Called on to give Grace before dinner is a generous gesture.  But if the truth be known, it is for public consumption.  It adds humbleness to the reputation voicing the loudest and most splendid thanks.

     

    When the one whose back is tired from preparing for the multitudes speaks his thanks to the larger Spirit, it is true grace.  For then the meaning of stewardship is known.  It has always been my contention that grace should be directed to the cook who prepared the meal for the table.

     

    I have been known to question after orations of gratitude whether the Grandfather God spoken to was as tired as I was with no help in the kitchen.

     

    November 22, 2025
    Veronica Hallissey
    Veronica Hallissey has been writing since the 1960s, with her poetry published in a variety of small press magazines. Born into a farm family in Lockport, NY, and educated at the University of Buffalo and other midwest institutions, she brings and unusual point-of-view to her poetry, combining strong natural images with a deep spiritual language. She lives in Ramona, CA.
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