15 Feb



Hospitality, an ancient art, is the
heartbeat of a peaceful world.

“Come, share food at my table.”
“Take shelter until the storm has passed.”
“You are welcome here.”

Hospitality holds out the hand,
takes the chance, sees deeper
than the apparant, asks no payment
in return.

It is a spiritual virtue, a cultural
necessity, a personal commitment
to the value and wellbeing of all
living things.

Not just about people, hospitality
to the earth determines the
fate of human history.  It refuses
to exploit as it heals the wounds
of hostility.

Morning Meditation

7 Feb


My recipe for morning meditation—

Sit still

Be quiet

Close your eyes for two minutes

Tell your mind to be quiet

Don’t argue with it

Open your eyes to the photograph above

Follow your imagination wherever it leads

Say “Thank You”

Singing To The Morning

29 Jan


May crystal drops of mercy wash over
me and drip from my fingertips to
nourish the earth.

May the surging river that flows through
my heart carry peace to my mind and
kind words to my mouth.

May the wind of my breath carry away
all the clutter and broken pieces of my
life, leaving me the fertile soil of hope.

May the hawk and the dove nest
together in the branches of my spirit as
symbols of peace in this tired world.

May my thoughts float through the
universe as oases of comfort and may
the stars send them on their way into
every darkness.

May it be so this day.

“And the truth will make you free…”

27 Jan

Life changes with one fundamental idea.
To grasp it is to understand.
To hold it in the heart is to climb
out of the mire of sectarianism and
see the world and its inhabitants
in a new way.
To practice it fulfills philosophy,
religion and psychology.
I am not a human being trying
to be spiritual.
I am a spiritual being trying
to be human.



Facing The Day

26 Jan

Today I’m going to see something on TV
that angers me, probably News, and I’m
going to tell the TV what I think.  Lord,
temper my temper with self-control.

When I see something beautiful today,
may I slow down enough to enjoy it.
Better, may I actually stop, put down
what I’m doing and take in the full

When I am tired, remind me to rest;
if I encounter sadness, help me
remember hope.  May I be friend
to the stranger, a helping companion
to the wounded, and a voice for the

Maybe we’d better go through the day
together.  I think I’m going to need help.

May it be so.  Thank you.

Who, Me?

22 Jan

In this world of shameless greed,
my preacher, with emotion, pleads,
“Be brave, my friend.  Get off your chair.
Have courage to explore out there.
There’s ample human need.”

I know I should,
and if I could,
I really would.
What kind of excuse will I dream up today?
I know what to do.  I know what to say…but
my schedule is tight,
my hair such a fright,
my shoes don’t fit right,
my bank account’s light,
what if someone picks a fight?
The sun’s awfully bright,
it’s too dark at night,
I have such poor sight,
hungry dogs bite,
I might get frostbite,
My son’s a Hittite-
by no means contrite.
Oh, no!  Snakebite!
Is “NO” impolite?
It’s all watertight.
I can’t go tonight.


I know I should,
and if I could,
I really would.




The Day Is Yours

20 Jan



As I wake this day with hope and purpose,
then lose my way in the mazes of detail or drudgery,
find me, I pray.

If my eyes look but do not see
or my ears listen but do not hear,
shake me from my stupor, Abiding Spirit.

When I think more of myself than I should
and less of others than I ought,
be gentle in your mercy, Christ of Life.

Should I speak harsh words to my neighbor
or release words of untruth into the world,
clean out the clutter in my mind, Holy Presence.

And If I try to bind others by power or prejudice,
remind me that I am free because of your love.
May I be fully aware that this is your day, not mine.

May it be so.