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An Advent Prayer


In these last days of Advent, guide me to this child careening towards me. Prepare my heart for this welcome salvation. Make my soul a stable. Make my heart a cave. Remind me that something wonderful is about to happen. Don’t let the busyness of the season destroy the silent...

the blue feather


Wings rustle in the Advent night of Jesus’ coming. The Angels are restless. They look calm because that is there job- all serene and quiet. But you can tell they are all nearly bursting from their white robes with excitement that He would go to Them. Their blue wings quiver...

letting God kiss us


  "But what happens when we open our eyes and see the face of God looking down at us, smiling, delighted with us, sitting in the lotus position in the leaves above our head and looking down into our face upside-down, smirking. Leaning in to kiss our forehead, and smooth...

equilibrium


For Equilibrium, a Blessing Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore, May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul. As the wind loves to call things to dance, May your gravity be lightened by grace. Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth, May your thoughts...

peace


A blessing A nation at war with itself, peace to you. A people busy, tired and rich, deep peace to you. Couples whose work drives a wedge into their marriage, peace to you. Children whose lives are parentless, peace to you. Men and women who have been betrayed, peace to...

a nose knows


The elephant I lived with for a few weeks in the mountains of Thailand while on sabbatical liked to look at me.  The other mahout made fun of me and called me a Thai name which meant something like “gazer” though I have a sneaking suspicion that it was a...

a blessing


May you awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence. May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon. May you respond to the call of your gift and find...

bird with red


Birds are as close to angels as I can imagine a being to be. Wings wide -long and loud, with eyes sharp - brash and unyielding. I have never really connected to the Holy Spirit as a dove like the doves outside my window growing up at Dove Haven, that...

union with God


Sufi poetry page from Denver Museum of Art Mysticism is nothing more than the experience of the living God, which I find in this Sufi poetry.  What would life be like if the people of this planet were willing to train so hard in spiritual practices that they could experience God,...

Kai-the-dog


Kai-the-dog When you look at me I see God perhaps more than in a chalice silver and crimson red with wine, and more than a paten with ridiculous wafers nobody enjoys eating. I see God in those big eyes which say over and over again that you love me and...