…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
In the darkness of stilled eyes
the heart hears with pregnant breath…
the delicate punctuation
of your one-line song…
alluring me into the rhythm
of coaxing convergence
To be hidden is to
not know but to love
that edge of the present
which cannot be clearly seen
but only held as
the blind hug from behind
your back that surprises
and comforts you without
specific conveyance
Can faith simply be to love enough
AND reach abundantly to more?…
This morning as I was doing my contemplative ‘sit’ in the sun room of my house, I was surprised that I did not hear the birds chirping and singing outside the picture window in the front yard. After my sit, I realized that it was October 4th, and the feast of St.…
We traverse the horizon, yet just for a time
But arcs have a way of fooling the mind.
What draws us forward comes above and below
We center our point and focus to see.…
We are in the fall time of year, where the days get shorter and cooler, leaves begin to turn, and in some ways there is a sense that things slow down. Interestingly enough, there is still some excitement and growth even during this season. …
God took photos while watering
in the pre-dawn darkness;
Or were those x-rays seeking out
signs of cardio-vascular life?
Flashes in the mist under cover
light and charge the languishing soul
With ponderings of possibility
for estrangement and engagement
Shall I be a wave or a particle today?…