All
creatures,
great and small,
plants, minerals,
air, water, and fire
belong in Creation
incarnate from the same breath
of our Creator’s abundance,
surviving not as the fittest but
on recognizing that we are all One.
Pink
cherry
tree blossoms,
masterpieces
of the Creator,
ephermeral beauties
of Nature’s finest glory
grace us with their fleeting presence
vanishing before our very eyes
promising a perennial return.
Grey
rainy
cold wetness
soaking the ground
chilling to the bone
filling skies with thick clouds
extinguishing the sunlight
yet nourishing the earth’s great thirst
preparing rich soil and cleansing air
beckoning the return of the Son’s warmth.
The
new year
begins…a
chance to wipe clean
a slate so clouded
with regrets that the words
are no longer visible.
Do not start a new list just yet.
Let the mystery in the moment
cleanse the past and reveal new awareness.
There
is a
deep chasm
where the wind drowns
out the voices of
reason and compromise.
Shouting and close-mindedness
are weapons of mass destruction
resulting in chaos and stalemate.
We need to find the strength to build a bridge.
God
within
us, around
us and through us.
In body and soul.
Absolute unity.
There are no hidden secrets.
We are one with God the Father.
We share humanity with the Son.
The Holy Spirit is our companion.
There
are days
when fatigue
overwhelms me.
My body feels like
it is filled with wet sand.
Muscles ache with exhaustion.
Yet my mind will not stop racing.
Eyes, craving sleep, no longer resist.
Rest is a most precious commodity.
The
dark clouds,
fugitives
of violent storms,
cast angry shadows
of fear on crestfallen
shoulders. I am paralyzed.
Anger displaces all reason
and contempt breeds raw hostility.
Only with God is there a breath of hope.
If
I wait
for clarity
I will never
take any action.
I need to take chances
and step out in faith and love,
believing in gifts and talents
bestowed upon me. I know then that
confidence and fulfillment will follow.
There
are webs
connecting
us to others…
obvious ones like
family and close friends.
But the circles go beyond
our most intimate companions
to travelers we have never met.
At the deepest level we all connect.
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