If I Cringe
Deepen me Lord - No matter what
But gently
For I am fragile
Stretch me—But Lord understand if I cringe
For I am willing but unsure
Oh Lord do hear
That I am still your handmaid
Still listening
Move me.
Let there be
Let there be…light in the darkness
Let there be…love in the hearts of each person
Let there be…the breath of God flowing through all of creation
Let there be…the miracles of new life and healing
Let there be…gratitude and praise for the gifts God gives
Let there be…stillness and silence in awe and wonder
Let God’s love fill our hearts and open our hearts to see
God’s presence in all of creation
I see the spark of God’s love moving over the earth
connecting all of creation continuously
God says, Let there be…
Eastering
Resurrection- Life embracing Death
In Love’s intertwining
The whisper - come forth
Light now dancing in darkness
And chaos giving rise to hope
As breakdown beckons to breakthrough
This divine Mystery ever the still point
Of completion and evolution
Transforming while singing with Alleluia voice
Mirroring both the dawning day and the setting sun
Each leaf, each flower, the once cocooned
Earth bound and entombed
Triumphant now in their spring song of inner creation
As we too join in this wholeness of Eastering
This coming forth—Christed.
Good Friday
Stark- empty only the emptiness
Remembering what was/is
The Agony
The dying -abandonment
Painfully remembering
Children- loss - suffering -weeping -
Futile
Where are those who care?
Death Friday
Gathering the memories
Body broken
Why?
Only those who remember weep.
Only those who remember laugh.
Brokeness- Resurrection
Stillness stark
Only why
My Father ,Why?
Why?
Heart Awake
Awakened passion within me
As Spirit Word enfolds
Engulfs-Burns
Were it my heart
I could not live with such pure passion
Such burning consuming love
I hesitate knowing
Still
I yearn to be so taken
I yearn to be so giving
Whose heart is this within me?
Can it be my own?
I ask Your heart to hold Your love
But secretly I know such passion is then
Both death and life.
It wasn’t the Passion of the Cross that took You
From death to Life
But rather the Passion of Your Heart laid
Upon a Cross for all to behold
Is this the Passion of Bodied bread
Crushed-Consumed
Wine red blood
Poured out
To quench my parched thirsting soul
A world soul
Embrace of lovers
A child’s cry
An old man’s lonely death
A war torn sob of a mother whose son
Is ripped from her breast to fight
A war he is unable to understand.
The laughter of children delighting in life
The kneading of bread
Work stained callused hands
A friendship
I love you
Is this Your Eucharist
Your Passion of Love?