Mothering is a long line of love, from my mom’s mom (and hers) to me, to my children, to my daughters and their children— a long, strong line that I pass on with joy, taking great care to keep intact the wisdom, courage, TLC and friendship that has made our line so rich. I amContinue reading “The Legacy of Love”
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A Confluence of Soulmates
We believe in him so streams of living waterflow from within and mingle inprofuse display:splash of sympathy,sparkle of delight,mellow liquid comfort.Spirit meets spiritsand waterfalls rushto embrace, clarityleaping with graceto wash over soulsand leave us refreshed,renewed and blessed. Think of a recent moment when that happened to you. You met with one or more fellow devotedContinue reading “A Confluence of Soulmates”
Like the Air that I Breathe
So much sharpness in the world today: bare tree branches that pierce the sky like forked lightning, zebu* horns poking the air like staples, headless palms erect as straight pins. Hawk wings slice the atmosphere, machetes crack through vines, bike spokes whirr. Even the blades of grass have a cutting edge. If air were solidContinue reading “Like the Air that I Breathe”
Lemon Lesson
Lemon leaves bush the tree, newborn limbs reaching out pushing past the older ones. I pull one of them sideways, wondering if there might be a round ripe lemon waiting for me. Deep in the forest of varied greens I catch sight of gold—then suddenly I see plump balls clustered together, hanging out in camouflage,Continue reading “Lemon Lesson”
Hush My Swirling Thoughts
I calm myself and quiet my heart hush my swirling thoughts and rest like a weaned child against her mother’s chest no searching no tossing about no hungry whimpers just breathing the pounding waves pat my back the sound of love I rest and the salty breeze caresses my cheeks I’m leaning on eternal armsContinue reading “Hush My Swirling Thoughts”
The Seesaw of Suffering
Dead weight suffering drops its heaviness on me, leaving a depression— thumbprint of loneliness, harm-pit threatening oppression. I suffer the moment, weighed down (way down to the depths) knowing the promise: the seesaw balance works best when re-balanced. See—my share in pain is for your gain! My end down, I gather comfort greedily from richContinue reading “The Seesaw of Suffering”
Taste the Glory
Taste the glory! The very Breath of God inhabits me, holds my soul, permeates my mind, transforms my heart. His touch is whisper– soft behind the conscious verbiage, constant inner conversation; my appetite is piqued. I listen to the wind, wait for sentience to unlock the starving fibers of my soul to free delight inContinue reading “Taste the Glory”
Heartfast!
I want to be heartfast. Feet flat knees flexed legs taut stand my ground. Knocked hard breath blown wind gone still be found in place intact lungs filled arms ready eyes up fixed firm. He’s why I’m steady His hand in mine lifegrip keeping me. I grasp His Word – Truth told lovingly, not justContinue reading “Heartfast!”
Coming Close!
At last the Tabernacle was in place, curtains hung, priests consecrated. And in one awesome moment your glory, Yahweh, moved in. Not even Moses (who saw you on the mountain) could enter now. Your presence packed the tent with holy danger, essence of you made visible to sentient humans: fire, a mass of cloud residing,Continue reading “Coming Close!”
Still Praying
Patience. Waiting. Longing for movement in the mist that blinds us, sends us to the corner, still praying. Patience. Loving. Putting up with tantrums and the obstinate stupidities of loved ones, still praying. Patience. Persisting. Keeping on in spite of constant irritations, worse yet, in face of outright pain, still praying. Patience. Hoping. Willing toContinue reading “Still Praying”
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