Sister Poetry

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.
 

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.

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?
 

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?
 

Stilled by the silent winter chill
Ice razored deep this waiting
Hard cold aloneness
Melting ever so slowly
Awaiting spring, awaiting life
Be born in me Christ
Forgive my bitter cold
Forgive my uncertainties
Forgive my control
Melt me then 
Take me into Your Love.
 

You call me friend
And hold my heart
Soft gentle to your touch
You give me strength to carry on
I love you oh so much

You listen deep and know my soul
You share your brokeness made whole
You understand the love we share
The sacredness that binds

Our journey’s walk to mountains tall
By rivers edge and canyons deep[
We share the quiet running deer
Star fallen night
And you are near.

You share your song, your story too
You take the love I offer you
In rainbowed arch we hold with love
We bless the gift from God above
And consecrated deep within
I know your love
You are my friend.

When in the ‘morrow I must go
Your love I’ll carry in my soul.
I’ll lift you up in gentle prayer
And in His love I’ll find you there

In memory with Him we’ll be
In sacredness our friendship deep
You hold my love and I hold you.
Remember friend that I love you.
 

I am Woman
Strong
Gentle
Cedar and Sage
Rocky Altar
Nurturing Body
Body Readied
Prepared to Live
Prepared to Love
Dance this Song
This Spirit Song of Creation
Spirit
 

Softly falls the snow

White—pure—gleaming

Cold—cleansing

Covering once more

The earth with a vanishing freshness

It snows now

And I too feel

The healing balm

Peace, be still, be silent

And know that I am God

And know that I love You

And know that I am here.

I am here in the falling of a tear

I am here in the laughter of a child

I am here in the silence of the moment

I am here in the longing of your heart.

I am here in the falling of a star

I am here in the dawning of the day

 I am here in the friendship of a loved one

I am here in each moment that you pray

I am here in the emptiness and fullness

I am here in the darkness of the night

I am here in all pain and suffering

I am here in the abundance of joy.

The calling of this heart

From unknown place

From within/without

Follow - Come - Follow.

Walk gently, ah tenderly.

Those who watch with wondering eyes

Question—Who walks here?

It is your home, this place

And I shall but walk awhile

But then who is ever home

This earth is ours only in the sharing

So walk gently, tenderly and follow

Come 

Follow

Mostly life is full of spaces.

Oh there are moments full and graced

Moments alive and fragrantly full

And there are moments sharp

Razor-sharp with searing pain.

But mostly life is full of spaces

The ordinary days

The ordinary times

One hardly considers the spaces.

All to swiftly

We move  from moment to moment

But it is the spaces

The precious simple spaces that fill life.

Lately I feel like there is within me

This deep hole of sadness and pain

And now I am falling inside myself

While the world explodes into a million

Sun stars.

Still, I desperately cling to the hope

That somehow I will come out on

The other side of Peace and Joy.

Somewhere in a renewed world of Being

But it is so hard to smile when you are

Tumbling through aching emptiness

And it is so hard to remember gently

When your world is an exploding star.

Out of ideas and words to speak

Out of everything —reached the peak

Nothing to say, nothing to do.

Blank and empty, nothing is new.

Out of the ordinary, out of the plain

Into the extraordinary,  only what’s main

Something so special, exquisite and pure

Something that’s lasting meant to endure.

Stop  - you can see

The Clown in me is laughing, playing, free

It is Time

Now- Now- Now

All the wonder of a child’s smile

Giggles

Laughter caught in this moment

Take time and see

There is a clown in me

And yes I am the clown

Don’t you know

I am the clown

But for the sake of the Serious

I put on this common face

Waiting again for the days
I am myself

The Clown

It is Clown Time

Long ago I learned I do not fit the mold, but that is okay.

I can color outside the lines of expectation

And create a paper airplane while others

So solemnly write their patterned lines.

Long ago I learned but somehow

I always stand up to say maybe

Maybe you will need a kite this time

Rather than a notebook.

All is well I am not abandoning my place

Only living it on a different plain .

Maybe one day I will find a whole other way

To be where flowers are more important

And life is deeper

And interconnectedness of relationships are inspirited

Windblown laughter carries me somewhere

There are no molds, no expectations

Other than  love

So I unlearn

Dreaming my tomorrows.

Some say he was a dreamer.

Ah, but so much more.

It has been told that in the silence of his dreams,

He heard the whisper of the Divine.

And in that whisper, heart touched,

He believed.

He the soul deep listener of dreams,

Beckoned to journey-

Through all doubts

Beyond deepest pain

Forever to new horizons.

He held to the mystery unreservedly.

Embracing the unknown tomorrows.

And in his letting go, he did not walk alone.

Her fiat yes, entwined with his.

Offering all to Love.

Cradling the Divine.

On winded wing

Carried by the gentle fire of Love

I dance my heart in praise

I am woman

Little one raised on high

I dance on the evensong with a rainbow road

becoming me through the canyons of darkness

Soft the night this dance

A blessing not of words but gathered Presence

Gently now I lift my Spirit song in body praise

And gather in this praise of this people

Dance in the darkness

Darkness is the same

As light

And I am one.