In her spare time, Jonette has written a bit of poetry. Here are some poems she has written for you to enjoy.

COMING HOME C.O.D.

I'm coming home C.O.D.,
the world's roads at my back.
My pockets empty, save stones and shells
I've found along the track.
I've tramped through alpine wildnerness,
Australia's great Outback.
My legs are sore, my jeans are torn
as I slowly lift my pack.

My ticket says I'm heading home,
but my spirit wants to stay.
I just can't take a life that says
I'll be the same place every day.
Sure you think you're happy,
but look at what you pay.
You've never seen the sun come up
over a blue New Zealand Bay.

To me a rut's a place
with four walls and a door.
Coming in is easy,
but leaving is a chore.
You get your big T.V.
and think there's nothing more.
I am rich with stones and shells,
your money keeps you poor.

You see I've learned that standing still
will make the soul grow old.
So when you feel the things you've got
becoming a heavy load,
Remember you've got nothing,
If it's peace of mind you've sold.
And so, you'll find me waiting there
along some distant road.

Jonette Crowley
March 1981 - en route home from 6 months hiking around Australia, New Zealand and Fiji

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WHERE AM I NOW?

Where am I now?

I went to sit down and someone moved the chair.
I only blinked and I found where I was, wasn't there.
The room with the answers seemed so neatly arranged,
But the questions are different, so everything's changed.

I must be in the wrong place.

But how did I get here and where did it go?
What am I doing and why don't I know?
Why can't I listen to the voices inside?
Why is it I know that I could if I tried?
What is it they're saying that challenges me so?
Where is it I'm going that I don't want to go?

Where am I now?
If I'm in the wrong place, am I on the right track?
If I keep on going can I ever get back?
And if I get to a place that is right,
Will it feel familiar, will I know it on sight?

What am I doing, and why don't I know?

This was written by Jonette in early 1987, while she was in one of those major transition periods in life, before she learned she could channel

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For Dad on his 60th Birthday

Where you've walked, tall trees have grown,
You'll never want for shade.
You have moved along a path
Where others might have stayed.

People from around the world
Are proud to call you friend,
To get a glimpse of the dreams you feel,
The strong power that you send.

Living from Compassion's depths
and drinking from her well
Brings you a taste of possibilities
Life's greater secrets tell.

With a mind and soul that reaches
You feel a sharper pain.
Why don't they see what you see?
Why aren't their hopes the same?

How is it you sometimes feel alone
When so many hold your hand?
Don't they know to pull together
To make a greater stand?

The love and warmth and giving
That we know as part of you
Have given us our visions;
A world of greater view.

Our hearts are filled with gratitude
For you have loved and worked and cared
And the Earth's a brighter place,
For the ideals you've held and shared.

Dedicated also to Sue Burch

We Missed Understanding

We Missed Understanding.
It all happened bit by bit.
He took the seed of an assumption
And he planted it.
The fruit that flourished
Became what he expected
And was deemed to prove the seed
Although he was creator
Of the very fruit and tree
It was not the fruit he wanted
And never like to be.
Wrong in time and place and jist
The seed from which begotten
The assumption long forgotten
Until our understanding missed
And I looked in to see
What the problem's cause could be
"That's not the tree I planted
and never like to be"
"Where did this fruit stem from?"
"From whence the seed it sprung?"
A closer look revealed
A mis-assumption was concealed
At the base of the fruit that was not real.
So in the truth of understanding
We decided to resume
We would opt for honesty
And never more assume.

September 1983

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I Don't See Any Wings and I Know She's an Angel

I often take her for granted this Lady of Light
Shining in my world, I guess I got used to the bright.
Always available, always there
I never think of telling her how much I care.

She's a guide and a teacher,
a sister and friend,
A gift to me and all she touches;
a person on whom I can always depend.

She's a Lady of the light a forgiver of the dark
A wonderful being to behold
A woman full of grace so often a smiling face
I'm so blessed to know her gold

Shining for all to see
Alivening all I can be
I don't see the wings and I know she's an angel . . .

Written for Jonette by Jeffrey Scheuren 1994

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Homecoming

The ship is anchored,
the sky is calm;
The Horse is tethered,
The war is won;
The sun has set,
the day is done;
A rest rewards the wandering soul.
A man's complete with the coming home.
The familiar whispers, "rejoin oneself. . ..
return, renew, rejoice oneself."