Rest
for the
mind and body,
recovery
necessary from
routines differing in
time and space. The re-entry
into who I was before more
difficult because I have been changed
by the impact of new experience.
Stories.
We all have some.
Vignettes of memories
framed by our experience and
retold in conversation when a spark
ignites an ember buried deep
inside us. We light up
when we tell our
stories.
Weary.
The trail is steep.
Days have turned into nights
and back into days again as
I climb that rocky path to a new place.
Will I make it to the top or
turn around? I cannot
know now. I am
weary.
Gifts
of grace
and caring
offered in love
make us the body
of Christ in the midst of
brokenness found in the world.
As his servants, we empathize
with painful feelings buried alive
and healed only by God’s infinite grace.
It is not in the midst of the thunder
of timpani that revelations
come to me…instead, it is in
the quiet moments, spaces
in between the giant
cataclysmic life
events I hear
the whisper
of the
wind.
Let
worries
flow over
you for they will
fade away like mist,
disappearing once day
dawns and the sunlight
warms and banishes the night’s woes.
God’s light is always upon us, a
vigil flame burning yet never consumed.
I
am here.
A presence
to sit, listen,
and experience
your pain, your joy, your grief.
No answers or solutions.
No judgments or expectations.
Together we face whatever comes.
God loves you and I love you. I am here.
We do not know where the wind comes from or
where it will go when it blows past us,
but the Spirit is in the wind.
As quickly as it is here
it is gone, leaving a
stillness where the soul
dwells in sweet air
refreshed by
Spirit
wind.
Open
spaces provide
respite from the crowded
places found in our daily lives.
We need open spaces in our hearts, where
we lie in fertile ground and sow
seeds of humble access
to be truly
open.
We
wear our
emotions
on our faces.
Smiles for happiness.
Frowns show our frustration.
Tears of sadness or anger
flow from eyes which also reflect pain.
Look in to the face of a stranger.
Their eyes reveal the windows to their soul.
Windows To The Spirit 