On the path
From which I’ll run
To meet my God.
Lest in fear
I lose my way
“He’s been waiting
With open loving arms.
Now is not the time
To run away."
Mid August cuddled in late summer warmth-
Blue birds, flitting from trunk to tree trunk-
Gold finch, scalping the air waves-
Hummingbirds, zooming in zig-zag pattern-
Lonely Monarch, searching for the last nectar,
knowing no goal for tomorrow-
Nuthatch, house cleaning at base of oak-
Crickets, play their violins in the background-
Smell of acorn and fallen hickory nuts.
No bird song as in Spring.
Only hushed communication of its kind.
Nature, are you also mourning
The close of a season?
Are you saying “Good bye” until another year?
Birds, butterflies, insects bid your paradise adieu.
I look for you come Spring.
What have I gained
From what I have lost?
What have I seen
From what I’ve ignored?
What have I learned
From what I have forgotten?
What have I made
From what I have left?
What paradox as water flows,⠀
What paradox as fire ignites.⠀
Water and fire walk hand in hand⠀
at the baptismal font.⠀
Vicarious desires open new family doors,⠀
Family of Divine⠀
Family of the human.⠀
The flame is sheltered, fed and stirred in tender years.⠀
Sacraments cleanse, wash and renew.⠀
Faith grows as mystery shrouds.⠀
The Divine energizes growth⠀
as we hope and trust.⠀
No longer a child,⠀
Yet mystery remains,⠀
I daily walk to the fond of the Life giving Spirit⠀
Cleanse water, cleanse.⠀
Burn Spirit, burn.⠀
Burn fire, burn –⠀
As an odor of sweet incense to the Divine.
Like any other? NO!⠀
Tonight the “ordinary” sky⠀
Spilled pink and gold and purple!⠀
Stretched them out⠀
From east to west⠀
Before I went to rest⠀
A bright FULL MOON CAME TO WATCH⠀
No one notices the fear that is dogging my steps.⠀
They are unaware the spit in my mouth ⠀
is drying up and ⠀
my heart is racing.⠀
I want to fly apart and scream⠀
“I’m terrified” but can’t’, won’t.⠀
I set my face like flint--that’s what terror does⠀
I’m dying yet my death is days away.⠀
Bouquet of 16 lovely spring flowers-⠀
White – Baptismal white-pure and innocent. Awesome.⠀
Pink Centered – symbol of First Communion, full curiosity, reaching out to new experiences, new graces, new life.⠀
Confirmation – Jonquil with central meteor splash of yellow and orange – a Pentecost display with great possibilities for the future.⠀
There is the Crown Jewel Yellow Mother Jonquil the prime growth of spring. She will always be there. Even after all the other jonquils are faded and returned to the source, the mother jonquil, “I will be there.”
As John Baptist quickened in the waiting Elizabeth,⠀
Mary broke forth in song, “God be glorified.”⠀
When Mary was jostled on donkey to Bethlehem,⠀
“Come Emanuel-God with us,” was Mary’s anthem.⠀
On showing forth her son to shepherds and kings,⠀
“Behold the Royal son of David,” she sings.⠀
In temple, Mary met Simeon and Anna⠀
She sang, “To the Lord our God, Hosanna.”⠀
When on the cross, Jesus dead and cold – ⠀
Mary mourned, “Behold, behold.”⠀
At Pentecost, when new church was to be born,⠀
Mary sang, “Breath of God breathe forth this morn.”⠀
Mary’s mantra was, “Breath of God, breathe forth and bring⠀
your grace to all, to all.” She sings…⠀
“My children, magnify the Lord –⠀
Love, forgiveness, grace outpoured.⠀
Poured out by the Spirit⠀
Now hear it, my beloved, hear it.⠀
And Magnify the Lord!”⠀
Woman carved from timeless marble⠀
see how art would give a permanence⠀
to what eludes us most…⠀
--that He who is ETERNITY⠀
once paused in time⠀
_that He who is INFINITY⠀
once moved in flesh⠀
--and He who is OMNIPOTENCE⠀
once played upon your⠀
and was cradled and adored!
Morning, I have a question⠀
You creep up on us so gently--⠀
little by little.⠀
First a streak of dawn,⠀
then a tiny bird’s song⠀
then perhaps a kitten stretching everything she’s got from head to tail.⠀
You’re never pushy, never harsh—⠀
just a nudge to greet the miracle of TODAY and I—disappear beneath my quilt groan and say, ⠀
while every singing bird and opening flower asks:⠀
“What’s wrong with her?”