Arctic Grandeur

Arctic Grandeur

Dazzling white of a frozen earth,

Bridal veils bending the boughs,

Ice crystals dancing with winter mirth,

The quiet this arctic endows.

Chasing each other around the light,

Sun dogs play in the cloud.

Cardinal and blue jay color the sight.

And the children laugh aloud.

“It's all in fun,” Mother Nature declares,

“This snow of the winter tide.

Rest and watch in the frosty air.

Set anguish and worry aside.

The world will turn and spring will come

And this grandeur will melt away.

So feed the birds and don't be glum.

Raise a cup by the fire this day.”

Saturday Morning Coffee

Saturday Morning Coffee

a dear friend

a cup of coffee

(creme brulee flavored)

and time

here the world pauses

takes a deep breath

(or perhaps a sigh)

and resets

minutes and hours

a now empty cup

(must find the bathroom)

and hugs.

each to her car

A jeep and a ford

(better stop for gas)

and friends.

The Cat who Prayed

There was a cat

who sat

and stayed

while I prayed.

He simply waited

nothing stated,

only purred

until I stirred.

I wonder…..

Did that cat

who sat

and stayed

also pray?

Perhaps in waiting

he was stating

by that purring

his heart was stirring.

And so …

There was a cat

who sat

and stayed

And thus we prayed.

Neither waiting,

neither stating,

merely purring,

for our hearts were stirring.

Beginnings

Beginnings begin with being

Being in formless emptiness

As the Spirit hovers.

Being in the darkness

As the light becomes.

Being in the moment

As your name is called.

Beginnings are gifts of mercy

Mercy that creates

By the Spirit’s power.

Mercy that brings light

To dispel darkness.

Mercy in the moment

That calls your name.

Beginnings are always waiting

Waiting to be born.

Waiting to be received.

Waiting  to begin.

Beginnings begin with being

Where you are.

Where the Spirit hovers.

Scenes of Spiritual Direction

Scenes of Spiritual Direction

Walking through a wooded landscape,

Standing in the surf on a beach,

Sweltering in a barren desert and

Listening to the soul’s heartbeat.

Sitting at the well and talking

Lowering the bucket deeper still.

Drinking the cool waters of spirit and

Listening to the soul’s heartbeat.

Clutching a warm cup of coffee

Reviewing life and day and hour

A little laughing, a little weeping and

Listening to the soul’s heartbeat.

Sometimes answers

Sometimes questions

Always companions 

Listening to the soul’s heartbeat.