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Tue, 06/12/2018 - 11:11pm

Smell of beeswax
old wood

Light filtered
through stained glass

Can I sit here

For hours

In peace

Dwelling on You

Blessings I’ve known
are not for me alone

I will step out
into the wider world

and share

Though like a toddler
I want

The more time
I spend in Your arms

The more I have to give

And the more I want
to spend time in Your arms

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Thu, 06/07/2018 - 10:26am

Selfishness is a lie

if universal
would produce nirvana.

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Thu, 05/31/2018 - 8:02am

These eyes have never seen You
My love,
and I know they never shall.

I am content to contemplate
the merest glimpse of you;

reflection of a buttercup,
dew drop’s gleam,
green of a hillside painted with a forest.

I will look for You with my heart,
where I see You shining
through a million suns.

Nor will this skin be touched.

But my soul,
what you’ve done.

I’m immersed in a Love
bigger than time
past space.

My every particle
infused, saturated.

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Tue, 05/22/2018 - 10:38pm

Some spew anger
even if unvoiced
spreading a pall

Others hatred


Many closed off
Self absorbed
Changing little

I am called
to pray

Spirit of God
flowing through me

Highest task
I could perform


God’s presence

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Wed, 05/16/2018 - 8:15am

Of a sudden
my earthly being
betrayed me

Sprouting deadly disease

What am I to think

Am I to succumb

Or fight

Where is God in this

Back I go
seeking what I know

It is blessed to give
But giving needs receiving

For long I gave
and that was holy

Now I receive
which may be holier yet

I do not fear death
a coming home to Wondrous Love

I’d just as soon
dodge pain

But I can face it calmly
pushing me
into God’s arms

Why me I won’t know in this life
Look forward to understanding in the next

Mean time I will bask
in the care and love that surrounds me

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Mon, 04/30/2018 - 12:56pm

Are we all so frail?

I heard a story about
Mother Theresa with a cold
being crabby with a visitor

That comforts me

In my spiritual youth
having seen You
I felt so special

And so like a worm
when I reflected
on the humongous diffrences
between You and I

Having matured
to understand a little

Greatly blessed,
I continue to be small

Subject to ecstasy
when I reach for you

And despair
over my puny efforts
to serve You

So much pain
yet no one listens

Thank you
for the support
of fellow travelers

Reminding me
that I have only to
do what I can

The work is mine

Outcomes are Yours

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Mon, 04/23/2018 - 8:25pm

In the moments before sleep
my lonely soul

Covered over all day
Escaping myself

Till I’m alone
faced with me

Am I to be a mirage
evanescent as could’s shadow
skimming a meadow

No I say

I make choices
Am in control


Till pillowed head

Am what?

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