Am I not touchable?
Have I not breath
or song
or voice to speak?
Have I not eyes
to see your soul?

What matters this body?
Is it not full and sensual?
Does it not burst forth
from the soul
just as light beams from the eyes of God?
Has it not a duty
to be as graceful as an angel's wings?

This body matters
and is not all.
I am full and glorious of God
in my fullness.
Sing my praises
for I am the compostella
from which all dreams are born.

c. 2014
Roberta Compton Rainwater

* *Field of stars

When you look at me
Do I not have glory about me?
Am I not a shimmer of Light?
This is my body
This is my soul:
A flowing, shimmering,
glowing incandescence of passion
expressed in the sensuous lines of my body
An incandescence like none other
A fire within and without
Embering all of me
I spark all who approach
I spark all who stand away
My incandescence encompasses all who think of me
For I am a constellation of Light -
A galaxy nursing new Lights -
A womb incandescent with Light
I am thou and
You are me
We are sovereign and encompassing
Sing my Light on the throated cords of Love.

it’s like,
I ride songs into sweet
remembers
of my daddy
of my friends
of my sister, and my twin

I float in a star-strewn nebula,
a compostella, each star
a different scene and cast,
each a member of my asterism of
memories
each and all beloved
clear as the ringing of a bell
flooding my eyes with tears
of sorrow and joy and laughter

I ride music like
a flying carpet lifts on the magical,
gently carrying my heart
into the beauty and sorrow and laughter
of Love lost and
Love found


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

I believe in Power
I believe in Miracle
I believe in Hope
I believe in Reward
I believe in Spirit
I believe in Love
I believe in God
So, I believe in Heaven
Will be last place
And my last home….



* This Poem was use in NEW BATAAN Compostella Valley Province