The Earth Herself
April 27, 2025
Even as we acknowledge the farmers before us,
the pioneers,
and the Indigenous peoples who once walked this land
so too we acknowledge the earth herself.
Together, the deer and hawk,
the singing streams baptizing in blessing
from the rocky escarpment,
the fields of prairie,
whose wildflowers dash color upon the earth,
while joined by the buzzing bumblebees,
chirping birds,
and monarchs and memories,
even ponds and lakes join this psalm of gratitude.
Now mighty oaks raise ancient arms in alleluias,
farmlands promising feed,
wetlands and whispers of wind,
sunshine and starlight all offering cosmic prayer.
Yes, we hold this land lightly
as the chant of our Lauds
intertwines with creation’s sweet voice
Forever may it be as praise for all generations to come.
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Sister Lael Niblick
My Friends, the Rainbow
April 13, 2025
Violet-
Shadow's home
Wandering minstrel
Contemplative.
Indigo-
Twilight glow
Herald of the moon
Responsible.
Blue-
Crafter crystal
Solid soldier sentinel
Steady.
Green-
Waving silk
Maid of refreshment
Sincere.
Yellow-
Spun sunlight
Fairy on a beam
Delicate.
Orange-
Gay holiday
Capering carnival clown
Crazy.
Red-
Brilliant love
Lady of means
Lavish.
Hold hands, my friends,
and shine above.
Do promise us
A world of love.
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Sister Mary Lou Schroeder
Ember
March 23, 2025
The magic of fire
entrances my soul.
Flame tongues chant the challenge:
Do what I do!
Make ash; of dreams and
life now spent.
Make light; of hopes
and visions to come.
BE EMBER, DIVINE.
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Sister Mary Lou Schroeder
Come With Me
March 09, 2025
Come with me to gentle land
Where children laugh and sing
O come with me to a land of peace
And with you your love bring.
And we will dance with the morning sun
And play with the wind so free
And laugh with the stars that shine in the night
And sail on a crystal sea.
Come with me to a special place
Where lovely dreams come true.
O meet me there at the rainbow’s end
Just under the sky so blue.
Come with me to the land of Spring
Where flowers bright do grow
Where mountains tall touch the sun
And gentle rivers flow
Come with me through fields of flowers
Beside a flowing stream
And hear the music of singing birds
Then lift your heart to dream.
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Sister Lael Niblick
Chilled
February 23, 2025
Chilled soul
Razor ice deep
Melting so slow from
Winters of unlove
Glaciers of years
Hard with the unbelief
Waiting, waiting for Spring
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Sister Lael Niblick