my wish for you

soft winter light

My friend, I wish for you, this morning
The deep assurance of God’s love.
May it anchor your days and fill your heart
So that your words, your work, your presence
Will echo grace and bring abundant joy
To all you touch.

That love, of course,
Is already deep within you.
I see it, true, each time we meet.
I feel it in your embrace.
It smiles within your eyes.
And I am grateful.

[photo by Guy Mayer per cc 2.0]

good morning

sunriseGood morning, Holy One.
Good morning.

You smile upon the earth and the sun decides to rise.
You breathe and that breath stirs the trees and sets the waters skipping.
You kiss the earth and it blooms.

How then can my heart be dull?
How can I stop my voice from singing?
How can I sit alone and lonely in the face of such wonder?

Thank you
Thank you
For your constant ‘Yes,’ stirring my soul to unshakable hope.

That is what I need.
That is what you give, this holy morning.

Amen.

 

[photo is my own]

moments of peace

comfort one another

There are moments
– far too few –
when I remember to lean my head back
and feel it rest upon your shoulder.

Then I feel you kiss the top of my head
and your spirit gathers me like a beloved child
upon your lap,
surrounded by your embrace.

The rise and fall of your chest
quiets my soul
and I know that
all is well,
all is well,
all is well,
regardless.

[image by Bill Rogers per cc 2.0]

The hall of mirrors in my mind

fun house selfieThe hall of mirrors where I wander
Gives reflections of the broader world.
Yet, those reflections are often distorted
By my own attempt to fit them in a too-small frame.

Still, despite distortion,
There are truths that can be seen.
Whether stretched or compressed,
My hair is still turning gray.

My eyes still look back at me,
No matter how quickly I look away.
There is no way to look in the mirror
Without looking back at myself

I need other eyes
To catch another angle;
To expand the frame.
Can you help me out?

What can we see together?
I think we are both stuck in this fun house, anyway.

[photo by Lauren Coolman per cc 2.0]

a small bird

house wren

Is a bird self-aware?
Does it see its own quiet beauty?
Does it know the part it plays within the whole?

Or does it focus on the beauty that surrounds it,
Making it all the more beautiful,
In its unstudied grace?

Sometimes, I’d like to be a small bird.
Not so much for the flight,
But for the ease of finding the wind.

[photo by Mike Bizeau from the wonderful blog, nature has no boss used with permission]