Lanterns of the Spirit’s Fire
My body is the lantern for my spirit’s fire.
My being sings the song of the Spirit’s lyre.
My ears pick up whispers of Love’s very essence.
My heart sits with others in a healing presence.
My eyes see visions of all that could be.
My mouth speaks words of trembling prophecy.
My hands reach for ways to live what I’ve been shown.
My feet move toward horizons as yet unknown.
If I don’t give in to fear,
I can be a lantern of the Spirit’s Fire.
If we don’t give in to fear,
we can be lanterns of the Spirit’s Fire.
Possibility
We live with possibilities in our veins,
seeing thresholds where some see walls.
Life closes enough doors as we make our way.
Reasoned rationale is not always right.
Keep the doors ajar.
Keep the windows cracked open
even when it rains
because we live with, we need, possibilities in our veins.
Mary Mollison, CSA asked: “What if…?”
Bobbie Kennedy wondered: “Why not?”
Martin Luther King, Jr. proclaimed: “I have a dream…”
We, too, live with possibilities in our veins,
rousing risk amidst reality
in hope …