For Whom Do We Pray – What Do We Pray For – How Do We Pray?

What Do We Pray For – How Do We Pray – To – For Whom Do We Pray

for life

for Spring crops

for safety

for peace

for rains

for floods to ebb

for ends   -  beginnings

prosperity

health

dreams fulfilled

for seasons

for joy

for what once was

for our ancestors

for blessings

for good

 

on our knees

supplicating

in sanctuaries

in the midst of chaos

for answers

 

for understanding

for guidance

for faith

for preserving  life

for love

compassion

grace

longing

a light

a pathway to or fro

being connected

always

 

a time long gone

forgiving

consecrating

all that is far beyond

our  known world

for what is unkown

unspoken

unheard

untouched

unscathed

unblemished

pure

true

just

whole

 

for all these  – even more

we bow our heads

 raise our voices

lift up our hearts

from all prisons

that keep us bound

within

we give

freely

wholely

 
with our eyes ears open

these prayers resound

Sunrise Sunset Sunrise Sunset Sunday Morning

new ages new day new feeling you carry inside

praise for new beginnings

when awakening streams stitch night visions

disperse along waves of expecting light

fresh from dreaming beds of Spring light

bursting alighting frozen wakes

rippling in dripping sheaths

turning upon all passersby

living words dangling  on pursed lips

reading pleading splashing on bed sheets

soaked from aroused senses of possible

lovemaking

arising in deepest nodes

tearing away all subtlty illusion fretting senses

are drowned in fantasy expectancy limitless

upheaval

at heaven in hell in sacred consecration

at once

longing sated freely gives

receives

knows

is sown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stubbing My Toe

a long the line there are many place that you cross that you fall on your face

there are many places that you are blessed with unimaginable grace

 

when you trip  as you’re falling down you have a choice, whether to get up or stay put

 

most people choose to rise  being down is a precarious way to care for your life

 

your life is precious a gift a place of refuge a sanctuary

 

even when you’re hurt mending a vulnerable sore twist or are lost alone

being in the world we are always connected but many people are not aware of how

 

There are those who take people who are suffering exploit them harm them leave them broken down

having no idea of what we are doing to networks of connections that exists throughout time

 

watch where you walk what crossroads you approach make sure that you are safe that there is a place to turn

 

seeking a safe haven from the immense burdens of being intertwined in this world

Protecting Influence – NIA – Purpose – Habitual Routines

basically, living with a value of being vital, doing a routine daily is a means to health socially and physically.  The spirit need rhythms. When the balance of being of worth is shattered a person can slip into a feeling of lethargy.  Gardening or raising anything can be a means to fulfillment, peace, awareness, and connected.  Our place in this universe is interwoven in purpose.  The question, “What are we here for, What is my purpose?” is a resolute branding of the merit and calibre of being a part of the world. 

 

When a person starts their day there ought to be a feeling of satisfaction, of memory that this is vital arousal of the need to work.  We must always attach methods of conservation, or contemplation, times of fulfillment through a daily calendar of critical acts of awareness.  There is no more significant time than when we begin the day.

 

When you have no script, no plan, no story then it is tough to find meaning and purpose.  All of us revere those whose pursuits are driven by discovering, by insights, by awareness and working on solving the propositions before us.  We are called to make the life that we have a sacred response to the mundane, and make the time here the best that we can possibly make our lives. 

 

These propositions are a part of the Art of Living.  Each of us needs a manifesto that we regularly review that contains a schedule and a review of the events that occur throughout the day.  Daily we have to process whether we succeeded and what this means for the following morning when we awaken.  With tenderness compassion a sense of belonging we plough the earth and sow the seeds for the calendar that is finally realized in the bounty that we nurture and inevitably we come to see that the metamorphosis of the plant with the gathering and storing of seed and harvest is the essence of our personal quest for meaning.  With reverence for all life we must serve as stewards of all that we touch, for our breath is a prayer and our steps are blessings for all beings great and small.

Spirit of the Holidays – Anew

What is this all for – for feeling good – for sitting down with friends and family – for receiving and giving gifts – for the constant reminder that we are blessed – for a break from the routine mundane pressures of everyday life – for vacations – for visiting  – for celebrating – for remembering – for kindling candles – for remembrances - for sensing what we have lost – for the peace that comes before the dawn – for the many many finite wonders of creation – for praise of the steward of everything that is – for being glad and bringing good tidings of comfort and joy – for singing and caroling – for the new-born - for praise of the world – for all that is – for connections – for refrains – for spirit ascending transcending aspiring to new heights – for the new fallen snow – for the chill that makes your cheeks rosy – for grace that makes people civil remembering that we are all alike distinct revered venerated delight for the presence of the anointed we are a gift from that which is beyond our grasp the ineffable the creative flow the finite deserving gift that we were when we were conceived out of love and reverence for the creative in each of us – that we are all belonging and that we all need to be reminded that our live is precious a precious gift that transcends slips errors faults turmoil   -  saving grace

Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice and The Longest Night

Are you ready?  Where will you be tomorrow night?  Will you be safe and warm?  Will there be someone to comfort you and warm you?  Will you be safe and sound and when you awaken have a feeling of having slept soundly?  Tomorrow remember those whose days and nights are all long difficult distances from a place of comfort to a place of sanctuary where they feel welcomed.  Remember to leave a light on and usher in the stranger as a guest at the hour of darkness and offer to them a bridge over troubled waters.  You will be burning this light, this little light always in your heart and it will radiate out over the world into the depth of the darkest nights of the spirit, to give a place, a glimmer of hope to those who have never felt safe and secure, never had a warm bed to share, never felt that there was a place for them in the moment of their deepest despair.

Ironically this is the moment of the birth of twins one of whom was one of my best friends now long gone.  He was a benevolent brother.  Like so many people in poverty their lives are shattered by the tearing asunder of their network of friends, family, loved ones, partners.  They feel a sense of pathos.  As tomorrow is the day of the performance of one of my granddaughters in the school play.  In the film, ” Love Actually is All Around,” the narrator insists that all of the messages sent at the collapse of the Twin Towers and the downing of the planes were messages of love.

Now in this time we have many terrorists who have posed a threat to the stability of others. We insists that we will protect the rights of the citizens and humanity by curtailing the rights of those with mental illness.  I for one have suffered a long time and lost everything, nearly my life more than once, and I know that there are many people with mental illnesses who are not a threat to others, they are terrified and alone most of the time.  What is it that we curse the vulnerable instead of embracing them?  Why do we seek to punish everyone because of a simple coward?  Let us learn to discern the difference between danger and allow people to thrive with compassion and honoring their lives.  Let us make a place for the least of our community to live in peace.

 

Until the New Year may you be safe and sound and always have someone to look into their eyes and see them reflect back your warmth, your gaze and love.

 

New day,  my friend’s anniversary.  Life is warm and fresh.  It will be unseasonably warm straight through to the first of Kwanzaa.  Amazing to live in a land where there is a complete transformation from a blizzard and Arctic cold to a balmy 60 degrees.  Amazing to breathe and be gracious.  To find peace, to believe, have a place in one’s heart for forgiveness, to allow life to proceed and let go of the past obstacles.

 

Let us give thanks for the blessings of this time, even if in a distant star light we are seen as being primitive.  It is the spirit of the season that is significant and not the holiday. 

 

Let us give thanks for the finite gift of being here in this point in time.

Compassion Consciousness Connection Everyone Is Linked Always

What we are called to do is listen.

What we are called to do is be ready willing able to lend a hand

 

What we are asked to do is to offer our help freely

What we are able to do is ask for help

 

Having courage to care

 

 

 

Connection and Compassion

Without question we are always changing one another and if we live with connection and compassion the points of contact and transformation will change the world.

 

In a world wrought with such turbulence it is absolutely necessary for us to focus on the gifts that we have and lift up the beauty grace sense of wonder in living.

 

Sun Light on Her Face She Resonates in My Heart

Sun Light on Her Face She Resonates in My Heart

 

Sun falling on your face

lighting up your eyes

making a sketch outlining

a crescent heart

sounding a clanking gong

reverberating harmonics of galaxies rebounding

from surrounding dark energy

our lives are in the balance

soothed by warm embracing love

of gently shushing back and forth overtures

heating all that touches emanating answers

forbidding night scary apparitions vortexes that prevail

consuming everything in their way as black holes

we emerge unveiled unbridled searching for a place

resting like doves on a perch of the event horizon

preening delighting in the warming light anew

at last there is a companion to have and to hold for good

 

“to have and to hold,” the words scarcely leave my parted lips

with trembling scarce there is a being alive who is my Juliet

the sun washes away my tears makes all renewed as a lamb

arose we together hand in hand vowing never to part as the doves

we are full of grace

 

Cold Wind

 

raving mad ravaging time unquenching thirst reminded of a time more than a decade past when you could lie down in the open in peace in a ceremony of quakers where the spirit moves you

you rest you feel nourished wakening

calm serene at ease refreshed as if you were here where you are meant to be no one forgets you or refrains from saying hello or passes you by as though you did not exist, no one forgets to remind you that you are loved cherished welcome

 

sighing your  air is melded with the air of the elements of all life you feel at ease in closing your eyes safe sound in your mind in your awakening in responding you touch the light of the heaven awakening all around you filter through this enchanted time that is always here with you that your  life counts you belong you are free made whole in the connecting of all living all

Now resolutely you have been shunned kicked out left forlorn rebuked as unfit, mother herself sees you with chagrin, tainted poisoned vexed shuddering in stillness a wind whips through you as though you are a ghost speechless your troubled dreams spew out like vipers that curse all that passes and there is no where that you can lie down any more feeling comforted

You are damned and what element of courage and covenant that you once had is gone for ill a reminded a remnant of what once was