the ever changing
language of love
is written page
by page
turning
turning
with the seasons
of life together
ALWAYS
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DECEMBER
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.
clear sky cold
light playing low
skating the surface
of the table
catching dust stars
in air
.
GIVE
.
.
.
i want to give away
things
that are collected
neglected
rejected
stashed
stored
held
too close
thinking some day
some
day
maybe
i will use it
need it
can’t let it go
it belonged
to a memory
i want to give away
things
like heavy chains
they are
around
my neck
.
.
SMACK
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.
.
Seriously now!
We must remember to play!
.
RAIN
Rain of peace
droplets of grace
that touch every life
just as the sun shines on all
and the stars exist night and day
God is good
photo, nance marie. art, found.
seeing
.
to see beauty in what we make
we must be able to see the stars
n.r.
It’s that time of the year…
.
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The leaves are losing their grip.
The wind has a bit of a nip.
Bundle up tight
tuck your feet in at night
and of a warm drink
have a sip.
nance marie
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice.
~Meister Eckart
It is easy to love the people far away.
It is not always easy to love those close to us.
It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger
than to relieve the loneliness and pain
of someone unloved in our own home.
Bring love into your home
for this is where our love for each other must start.
~Mother Teresa
monday
.
I watched the light as it brought life and colour, and made it’s way into each moment.
.
in the wind
.
i hang the damp
clean clothes on the line
drawn tight from house to garage
into a clothespin bag full of pins
my hand reaches and fingers
wrap around the the wooden
shape smooth all one piece
it slips over the shoulder of
a light blue cotton dress
and holds it to the coated wire
another pin captured from
between my lips
slips over the other shoulder
and the dress dances in the wind
like it did on me
last night
.
humble
.
little thing
simply
enough
to
carry us
to the
next
little thing
simply
speaking
largely
to
the heart
little thing
simply
not
so
little
a thing
.
a flame
.
ah, yes
there is always
more
in common
you see
a spark
a flame that
spreads like wildfire
after a summer drought
licking up dry stalks
burning the shroud
of concealment
clearing the ground
from which we came
.
we are
.
everyone is
my community
with that one thing
in common
we
are sinners
everyone is
my community
when we meet
we can talk of more
because i know
there is
.
turning
.
turning
in moments
unseen
this quiet
change
of heart
brings me
ever closer
.
through the unqualified disciples
.
come
listen for the Spirit
an unmerited gift
obey
be here now
come
mercies
beyond counting
go forward
least disciple
into the mystery
into the Love
of the crucified Son
(Written after reading Glynn’s post,“i am not qualified for this”,
and pages 228 & 229 of the ragamuffin gospel.)
good
.
in the goodness sneaks
going where
it’s meant to go
going where
we do not know
going wherever
ideas flow
and keeps on going
for weeks
upon weeks
in the goodness sneaks
.
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 