When
you share
your joy, it
will multiply.
When you share your grief,
it will be divided.
When you share your fears and doubts,
they will be lessened in your heart.
And when you share all of your gifts, God’s
righteousness shall be added unto you.
I
carry
way too much
anxiety
upon my shoulders
wearing it like a yoke.
Unnecessary baggage.
Pack less worry. Leave fear at home.
The lighter the load, the easier
and more enjoyable is the journey.
Points,
angles,
converging
lines reaching out
into endless space.
Proportions dependent
on proper ratios from
eye level to vanishing point.
Mathematical consistency
creating dimensional points of view.
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I’ll never look at a box the same way. In my basic drawing class at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, we spent the whole session learning about drawing with perspective. It was a real test of using the logical left side of my brain. It was fun, but exhausting. Who knew it could be so complicated to draw a simple box!
Time
marches
steadily
beyond our sight.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours.
The past yawns and sleeps.
The present stares and then blinks.
The future standing in the wings.
Ours a linear trajectory
to a heavenly time without limits.
For
reasons
unknown, my
patience wears thin.
My humanity
holds a vice grip on my
spirit; ringing persists in
my ears causing my temper to
flare like a ember fanned by the wind.
I struggle to find insight in this place.
God invites us into the intimate
places within ourselves to help us
discover the complexities
of our own humanity.
Reconciliation
requires letting go,
reopening
our hearts in
a new
place.
The
cold is
in my bones
penetrating
deep in the marrow.
Winter months seem endless.
I long for warmth on my face,
to call the gentle wind my friend.
Yet, when hot summer sun burns my skin
I will welcome winter’s cold back again.
Dove
of peace.
Breath of God.
Holy Spirit.
Fount of all wisdom.
Source of understanding.
Counsel of eternity.
Pinnacle of strength and knowledge.
Divine piety and fortitude.
God in three persons, blessed Trinity.
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This poem draws images of the Holy Spirit and enumerates the seven gifts (see Isaiah 11:2-3).
Breathe.
Inhale
then exhale.
Concentrate on
the breath. Breathe in God’s
Holy Spirit, hold it,
and then breathe out air enriched
with heavenly wisdom and grace.
Practicing mindful meditation,
let go of thoughts and rest in God’s presence.
Big
wet flakes
of snow fall
silently yet
snapping off limbs and
weighing down power lines.
Such lovely destructiveness.
Sipping a steaming cup of tea,
mesmerized, I watch it all day long.
Tomorrow it will be a memory.
In
my mind’s
eye, God is
a full beam of
brightest light shining
through dark tumultuous clouds
delicately caressing
soft green tips of wet blades of grass.
Tender yet forceful, warm yet chilling.
Mysterious, engaging, embracing.
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