The
center
may not be
in the middle.
The point is fluid,
moving from side to side,
navigating push and pull
until the center is balanced.
Even when still, the center vibrates.
Strength comes from the ability to move.
The
trees bend,
responding
to surrounding
forces, wind and rain.
Otherwise, they would fall.
Be like the tree, swaying when
emotions churn and chaos swirls.
Remember your roots are deep and strong.
Let the Holy Spirit move you with peace.
~For ‘In him we live and move and have our being…’. Acts 17:28
The
fabric
of the world
is sadly torn.
We have lost our way
to the anxieties
that empty us of our strength.
The ground of our being is strong,
not in wealth and power but in faith
God will heal our pain and mend injustice.
When
God paints
a rainbow,
blends the colors
into an awesome
sunset, hints at morning
with just a touch of yellow,
such masterpieces speak to all.
God’s eloquent vocabulary
needs no translation to comprehend.
If
one has
never seen
grace, it is hard
to offer grace or
reflect it to others.
History has not been kind.
Let grace guide you to show mercy,
offer forgiveness and do not judge.
If there is no grace, there is no future.
The
value
of having
relationships
is proximity,
a feeling of closeness
despite physical distance.
Empathy, understanding and
mutual vulnerability
opens us to be one with another.
What
if love,
not silver
or gold bullion
was our currency?
Everyone could be rich
by just opening their hearts.
An endless source of love is there.
Love increases the more it is used.
The poor would be those whose hearts are hardened.
Sweet
sounds of
music notes
and soft colors
of fading sunlight,
take leave from our senses
to join the rebirth of souls
flowing within and through the air
we breathe, embracing us with their love.
We are in the presence of the Divine.
I
am the
director
of my own dance.
It is important
to include movements which
keep me in love with my life.
The artistry of balancing,
both the lightness and darkness, creates
some mysterious choreography!
The
dog days
of summer.
Humidity
hangs in the air like
a heavy, wet blanket.
Yet the long hours of sunlight
and warm nights invite us outside
to soak in the pink skies of sunset.
These days become seasons of our lives.
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