The Game
May 24, 2026
“Come,” God whispers, eyes twinkling
Filled with secret delight.
The very word challengingly beckons.
God so eager to play.
The Game is on.
Word for word
Move for move
God the challenger,
Leading, seducing, creating.
And I the unworthy opponent
Bantering, wrestling, surrendering
And each time I think
“It is finished-I am the loser-”
God smiles so tenderly
God has won- but I have not lost!
We have entered a whole new level.
And God with knowing eyes,
Smiling mischievously
Utters again the challenge
“Are you ready?”
“Yes”
And the Game is on.
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God - Mother
May 10, 2026
Maiden God Earth Mother Expectant
Cradle us to your Breast
And let us fill of You
Grandma God tell us a Story
Sing of the time
That was, that is and will be.
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Shelter of Peace
April 26, 2026
Mountains fall, hills tremble
All around there is change
Still I am secure in Your steadfast love
Your promise of peace
You wrap me in Love
Shelter me in Peace.
Through walls be solid or mere bamboo
I am secure in Your arms
Sheltering Peace
Arms of Love
You seduced me and
I welcomed Your seduction
I was waiting
All you ask for now is that
I rest in this enfolding love
Tomorrow will come with its own call
And promises
Now shelter me in Your arms.
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This Clay Prayer
April 12, 2026
After all the swirling colors, the music,
The dance
The fragrant moment.
There is the Silent Oneness
Where your Word speaks
Often so gently
I scarcely hear.
Stillness invading my being
Calling me to Being
After all that I think I am
Is brought so fully to You
I wait Like simple lump of clay
To be formed by your touch
Your Word
How foolish
I am and yet Lord
Delight in the Littleness
And do what you can.
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Whisperers
March 22, 2026
And how shall we speak of the Prophets?
Do they rage against the injustice
Of the rich still consuming the poor?
Are they weeping at the deaths of
Of those taken by climate change storms,
The ravishing of homes and land,
And precious lives?
Do they tear their garments
When lies are so callously
Shouted as truth while clouding
Innocence with barbaric rhetoric?
Or are they marching steadfastly
Through the ashes of all that seems lost,
Still condemning tyrannical actions
By speaking a Gospel of Love.
Are their hands and bodies brittle and old,
While their dreams remain vivid?
Or are they the young
Dancing in the darkness of what is yet unknown?
Do they walk together
With the children of tomorrow
Sometimes gently singing,
Sometimes allowing their tears
To water the land and soften hearts?
Do their soft smiles
Offer joyful hope.
And how shall we speak of the Prophets,
The Whisperers of God’s heart?
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