Looking out at leaves on the ground, An assortment… a wide array, wind-blown to and from, As they work their way all around, Until eventually, in piles, they all become. Looking up at leaves on the trees, Swaying back and forth, hanging on, But all, together, moving with the breeze. Leaves on ground, and leaves on trees, Gathering, gathered, with needles of pine showing in between. Down to earth and heart to Heart, Source of all, keeping faith and hope alive. Life; living, lived, passing through, From one season to another, born anew.
Shine like lights in the world, as you hold on to the word of life. – Philippians 2:15-16
With each breath, life. Stepping forward Into the fresh, cool air. That feeling in the air, It’s all around. Rock of ages, For the ages, From the ages. Layer upon layer, Lines of grandeur. Moments of mist, Moments of majesty. Sounds of water flowing, Then its rush within sight. Rolling over, dripping down, Passing through, Gentle like the breeze. Invigorating, enthralling, Comforting, to the soul, Soothing to one’s spirit.
Traveling through time, Year after year, tick upon tock, Broken down into moments, One leading into the next, Some greener than the others, But all steady in their passing. Once gone, they are away, As if lost, forever missing. Yet, amid the shades of darkness, Light lives, cradled deep within, Both ready and most willing, Shining ever, and for all. Walking with great care, Thoughtful hearts take notice, Finding Whom they seek, Steady in their passing.
“We saw his star at its rising and have come to do him homage.” – Matthew 2:2
From one thing to another A shade, or some truth survives. Perhaps hidden from plain view, But nonetheless existing, If only to be seen, picked, From underneath the rubble, Intertwined and wrapped around, Trying to conceal or blur, The hard lines and soft edges, Leading one to discovery. Aiming, always aiming high, To the place where feelings go To wash away thoughts unkind. Resting in the heart of One, Meeting up, then stepping out, Similar but not the same. Grateful for Your peace and love, Amazing, so amazing, What can happen thru Your eyes. Though the winds may shift and change, The soul carries on its way, Steady in One who remains.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. – Psalm 23:1
Questions upon questions. Sitting still, or idly sitting? With, or at, each other? Whether picking, picked, or chosen, The answer is the same. Apples of God’s eye. Desire of desires.
Fruit bearing fruit, Fruit bearing with fruit. A breath of fresh air, A dose of patience, Perseverance too. From the heart of One To another, then another.
All searching for some peace, While time is fast escaping. All in One, One in all, History that is shared, Spirits called together. Even when far apart, Destiny is waiting.
It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name he may give you. This I command you: love one another. – John 15:16-17
Out of place, But right at home, Very much at ease. More than content To simply be, Like flowers will And often do. Accepting grace, Blooming faith. Paying homage, Chosen, yes, chosen, And gently put in place.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
The trees, becoming more life like As they continue to grow deeper Into their shades of spring, Fill the air with hope, And instill a sense of trust. Not a sign of exactly what’s to come, But still a sign that’s telling. The sun will rise, As it always does. The sun will set, As it always does. Everything else? All that lies between? That will come and go, As it always does. Leaving behind the hope of days to come, And the soul keeping faith, Despite not knowing, As it always does.
Jesus said to his disciples: “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You have faith in God; have faith also in me.” (Jn 14:1).
Walking alongside a beach, the sand is smooth and the waves gentle, like ripples in a lake, pond, or puddle. The path is peaceful and seemingly continuous, until the disruption up ahead; a trench created by water draining back toward the ocean. The chasm is too large to jump across, and there’s no way around it. Or at least no way to get to the other side without having to come off the beach and onto the cracked, uneven sidewalk, stepping through the cold water, or trudging down into and through the muddy-like sand. Pausing to ponder… how best to make it through what seems like the great divide?
In looking to the Gospel passage for the Second Sunday of Lent, Peter says, “Lord, it is good we are here.” This is because he recognizes the moment as a sacred one; something greater is happening here, and we need to take heed and behold it. As he continues speaking, the bright cloud appears, a shadow is cast by it, and a voice says, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” With this, the environment shifts for Peter, James, and John, and their posture changes, but they still recognize the moment as sacred, “they fell prostrate.”
As we try to navigate this world, it can be tempting to shy away, to want to hide, circumvent, or look the other way, and to carry on insulated from the chaos and division that swirls around us. Yet, faith calls us to face the shifting environment by placing our hope and trust in Jesus. Rather than losing heart, we are called to take on the heart of Jesus. And in doing so, even when the reality in front of us may be unpleasant or seem bleak, we are able to face it through the Light of God who helps us to know when and how to rise, and to recognize each moment in these turbulent times as being sacred; holding hope and promise. This is simply because, God is with us, making the dark clouds become bright and spreading light in the midst of darkness, even when, like Peter, James and John, we don’t see it coming.
Jesus took Peter, James, and John his brother, and led them up a high mountain by themselves. And he was transfigured before them; his face shone like the sun and his clothes became white as light. And behold, Moses and Elijah appeared to them, conversing with him. Then Peter said to Jesus in reply, “Lord, it is good that we are here. If you wish, I will make three tents here, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.” While he was still speaking, behold, a bright cloud cast a shadow over them, then from the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him.” When the disciples heard this, they fell prostrate and were very much afraid. But Jesus came and touched them, saying, “Rise, and do not be afraid.” And when the disciples raised their eyes, they saw no one else but Jesus alone.
As they were coming down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, “Do not tell the vision to anyone until the Son of Man has been raised from the dead.” – Mt 17:1-9
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