Living from the center out, not the outside in; this is the call, A call to life. We start in needing to receive. Receiving love, nurturing, care, We move into knowing. To know and preserve our person-hood, our humanity, our identity, we grow into knowing ourselves. We become in nurturing, nurturing our own souls to … More Life is lived best from the inside out!
Grief is love with no place to go, No place but to memories, or regrets. Regret of lost opportunities, memories now memorials. Grief is love with no place to go, No place but back into what might have been or to perhaps. Perhaps grief finds a home, A home in the joy and hope of … More Grief
Fires Burn, True hearts learn, Love shines through; hero’s! The crucible of the flames, burns the dross and clears the shame. Reality comes with the crisis, Facing choices that must be made. Second guessing comes later. In a moment our future is made. Fires Burn, True hearts learn, Love shines through it’s flames.
I think I understand, Life is not a wilder-land, but a garden still. I think I understand, Not to be a preacher or teacher or a tiller of the earth, But a tiller of ones heart, of the soul, of the wonder of it all. Life is not a wilder-land but a garden one must … More Life is not a wilder-land
Trouble Forms Us Something’s formed in trouble, Something found no other place. Realizations, revelations, Change comes outside the easy space. Comforts, safety, security are often sought, Too often for our own good. The good of trouble is seldom understood. We lose ourselves in our comforts, Finding mostly idols there. We are numbed … More Trouble Forms Us.
We can not forget for we are changed. We have met the irreducible reality of death, While yet young, impressionable and engaged. We lost innocence, lost dreams, lost youth; forever Changed. Friends now are dearer, Family is dearer, Life is dearer. Time matters more, For we are changed. Why have … More Changed
Son of Pumpkin Butt You laugh? She raised a single eyebrow, inquisitively. She overweight- still inspiring reflection. The superior English instructor, my mother. “Your reach should exceed your grasp or what’s a heaven for.” Quoted she, quoting Browning the dead Englishmen of old. We have forgotten the greats, focusing rather on our selves and our … More Son of Pumpkin Butt
The Circle Game . Running on our own, making our own way, being right not seeing what’s real. . We; defining our own truth, defining our own god, defining our own self. It’s endless, it’s meaningless, it’s a self centered fabrication; an illusion. . It’s the circle game. . Circling about our desires, circling about … More The circle game.
A prayer for Now Lead me Lord*, Now While there’s yet life and presence, Before the diminishing that is yesterday. Lead me not in the fantasy that is tomorrow, Lead me while it is yet today. Show forth your purpose and your will, Your presence and Spirit in me, through me now! Lead me Lord … More A Prayer For Now
Dappled light with the razor’s edge of cutting shadows, Dawn has gone now; morning yet wanes. Place within my skull a new thought; a new appreciation of your work, Your hand in my life and my time. Rip away the fog and dismay that are my thoughts, My actions and plans are … More Dappled Light
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