Shining Spirit

I used to think my prayers went out and up,
like a skyrocket or a sleek airliner at take off,
rising, lifting, faster and faster, higher and higher,
flung into space with hope and a trajectory.
right into the mind of God.

But time and experience taught me that God is
right here…in our midst, among us, incarnate and
that skyrockets create beautiful explosions that
last a few seconds and then are gone.

Now, in these years of reflection,
I watch the sun set over the ocean,
a glowing ball hovering on the horizon,
creating a display of shapes and colors that
will fade and disappear into night.
I am stirred deep within my self.
No rising to reach the remote.
No more out there.

I talk to myself.
To a deep inner place where ideas start,
dreams are born, a fertile place. Holy
only because life’s essence resides there,
catching falling skyrockets ad planning
tomorrow’s sunset.

I am not God and God is not me,
yet there exists within me a
mysterious merging of up and down,
in, out, here, there and a final clarity
reached only through the interior
landscape of human wonder and
sacred wisdom.

I no longer throw my prayers into a
remote heaven. I plant them in the
soil of my soul where each is tended
by the One whose wisdom is greater
than mine, whose love extends beyond
the boundaries that I have set, whose
forgiveness far exceeds my limitations.

The garden of my soul, a place where
prayers are planted and nurtured
in trust and hope.

Do you see it? Look closely…very closely. I’ll give you a hint. Look in the middle of the photo and look for something colored yellow. Now do you see it? Yes, that’s it. A little yellow wildflower refusing to be swallowed up by chaos and confusion. The ground rock is very thick in this part of the landscape, and the randomly placed rocks cover the soil almost entirely. Then add a layer of those white beans shaken from the local trees in the most recent violent wind storm. But in spite of it all, one little yellow flower said to the world: “Even in the midst of the storm, when the trees shook until they broke, limbs littered the streets…even then, beauty will not be denied.”

Good lesson to learn, don’t you think. Beauty thrives under any circumstance. It’s all in the eye of the beholder. In tough times, frightening times remember the yellow flower and the life-giving message of Jesus. “I am with you always…” Don’t be afraid to bloom. And do so with a grateful heart and a prayer of thanksgiving to your Creator.

A flashlight doesn’t make the darkness go away.
In fact, it makes the darkness darker.
Turn the bright light off and it is
blacker than before.

Eyes don’t adjust quickly. It takes time.
Time in the darkness. Time within the darkness.
Time as part of the darkness. Patience, too.
You don’t rush seeing in the dark.

Hazards and obstacles live in darkness.
The chair leg whispers to the ceramic pot:
“Here he comes. Watch this.”
It’s hard to muffle a scream caused by
a twisted toe caused by a chair leg in the dark.

But if you can make it from the bed to the sofa
without twisted toes or bruised legs,
sit in the darkness, eyes open, looking into
black nothingness, and wait.

It will happen. Black turns to hazy gray,
silhouettes appear, indistinct lines define
boundaries, maneuvering is manageable,
chair legs sigh with disappointment.

Things become clearer when you wait
in the darkness, become more fully
aware of surrounding circumstances,
look, listen, take it all in, sometimes even
redefine routes and routines.

Hurrying through darkness blindly
usually produces bad results. There
may be land mines out there.
Seeing in the darkness, on the other hand,
is the result of conscious waiting,
tolerance of the moment
and redefinitions about
the way to proceed.

A very fine day is about to be born,
away with all malice, hate and scorn.
You take my hand and I’ll take yours,
fling open the windows, unlock the doors,
let’s welcome in this Mysterious Guest
who brings in her hands the very best
hope we have in this broken world.
Welcome our guest with banners unfurled,
music and dance, a feast for all,
picnics and parties, a formal ball.
Do you understand what’s happening here?
A remarkable moment is drawing near.
A very fine day is about to be born.
Blow the whistle, sound the horn.
No day has ever been like this before.
O, the joy we have in store!
Fling open the windows, unlock the doors.
Dawn is about to appear!

Sight unseen and yet everywhere.
If I cannot see it, is it not there?
So often my eyes are not able to see
the Presence that dances and swirls around me.
Is it Love that fans the flame in my heart?
From where did it come? When did it start?
Why are there days when I feel so alone,
my heart is heavy, the weight of a stone.

Sight unseen and yet everywhere.
The Mystery moves on a longing prayer,
hands raised to God, my desperate plea.
It’s then I sense something close to me
like a warm wool blanket on a cold winter night.
I am held by arms beyond human sight.
A new heart beats within my chest,
courage, like a shield, confronts the test.

Like a child who sits on her mother’s lap,
curls up, contented, for an afternoon nap,
I trust in that which I cannot see
for at times it is so real to me.
So real that I could touch and feel
the hand in mind, love now revealed
in the sweet taste of life, Spirit air.
It takes eyes of the heart to see God everywhere.

Skyshapes. Celestial art. Creative imagination.

Gratitude

And a prayer went out and a prayer went up

and it circled the earth until entering space,

a single prayer, a request from the heart,

a plea for God’s wisdom, a measure of grace.

And it raced past the planets and it swerved through the stars

bound for the blackness of deep outer space

where cold stellar winds and silence prevail,

a dark, foreboding, lifeless place.

The prayer found its way through chaos and calm

when in the far distance a small speck of light

shuddered as comets pulled their long tails

across the darkest part of the night.

When finally the prayer found its way to the place

where moons and planets all intersect,

the crossroads where life began long ago

she paused, not knowing what next to expect.

Come in, little prayer; you’ve flown a long way.

Come rest, catch your breath; sit close by my side.

Please tell me the reason you’ve come so far.

Nothing you ask will be denied.

It was then little prayer revealed the request.

Wisdom, dear God, and a measure of grace.

And she knew in a moment all would be well,

by the kindness expressed on that heavenly face.

And a prayer went out and a prayer went up

and it circled the earth until entering space,

a single prayer, a request from the heart

that was answered with love and amazing grace.

Today will be a remarkable day!
Trust what I tell you; hear what I say.
I have it on very good authority
that sometime today we will clearly see
the planets dancing; Saturn will be
flirting with Neptune while Pluto and Mars
string a long necklace of twinkling stars.
All in all, the day sounds grand.
Let’s hope all goes well, according to plan.
Yes, today will be a remarkable day.
Would you like to come out and join the play?
It’s not very often, only once in a while
that the cosmos displays such amazing style.
So, put on your hat…that silly one,
paint your nails blue, come join the fun.
We will all look back many years from now
on this day when humankind figured out how
to sing its part in creation’s song,
to see all that’s right, not just the wrong,
to affirm what all living creatures see,
how grand it feels to simply be
a partner in the dance
of eternity.

It’s a lovely bridge, but then I think most bridges are. Some stand out in my memory, like the Coronado Bay Bridge in San Diego, California. An artistic creation. Little bridges don’t get the recognition they deserve, regarded as utilitarian but not attractive. But the purpose of the bridge is not to be beautiful, but to link two sides together. As people of faith, we are called to do the same thing. We forgive, often an act that brings people back together. We reconcile. We offer healing. Who do you know that is separated, isolated because of words spoken, deeds done? What are the chances that person might be open to reconciliation? Perhaps you could be the bridge that allows him or her to reconnect. The Bridge Builder is ready to start construction if you are willing to be the bridge. By the way, remember that you have been blessed and benefitted by the bridge that links you to the fullness of life and to God. Jesus of Nazareth, bridge to the Sacred One, Christ of God.

Do you think this could be between you and me?
I hold in my hand the official decree,
but I’m simply not ready to share the news.
There are so many conflicting views.
People are ready to take to the streets.
It seems like every person I meet
thinks his way is right and her way is wrong.
I don’t know whether I now belong
to the left or the right, to the blues or the reds,
but I do know that when this news is said,
there could be trouble ahead.

I never thought I would see the day
when honest and thoughtful people would say
such ugly things to their neighbors and friends,
conspire to fight to the bitter end.
It’s as if we’re about to start a war.
How did we let things go this far?
We lost control of our common sense.
There is no legal or moral defense
for violent acts when the news is read,
but the time has come; it must be said.
It must be said right now.

Your attention, please. I have something to say.
Please mark this down as the memorable day
when the long-awaited news was told,
and please maintain your self control.
The decision was made just yesterday
and I have permission to publicly say
that the Warthog parade and beauty contest,
along with the square dance and all the rest,
will start at 10 instead of 9,
but as a concession and neighborly sign,
the Cow Patty Toss will certainly get
the headline in tomorrow’s Tribune-Gazette.
Let me say, in conclusion, have a wonderful time,
and ain’t it just great that everything rhymed!