Some days we all feel so disconnected
to ourselves and with each other.
Barely holding on to life with a thread.
Nothing feels good or right,
Just work, commitments and drudgery.
And yet that thread we’re holding onto,
even if just barely,
Floats across the universe.
And it’s as strong as it is invisible
It’s the glue that holds us all together
That sticky cobweb that we brush away
fuels us, connects us and gives us purpose.
May we keep holding on,
Even when we can’t see the source.
The Heavenly Filament
divinely floats us
and Breathes us anew
Lord, bless my gentleness
My kindness and empathy
Keep it all safe as I go out into the world.
Help me to use it to heal
To dry tears, hold hands.
Help me to act on my impulses to aid people.
To just love them unconditionally.
Give me the wisdom to know what’s mine to do,
and what is not.
Show me all the times I’ve made a difference
So I can hold on to my goodness.
And show me when I could have held back,
so I could let others do what is theirs to do.
And for any mistakes I might have made
Help me to forgive myself.
And forgive others unkindness towards me.
In the end it all doesn’t matter really, does it?
What lives on is my heart and soul
the sweetness of my smile,
the tender curve of my arm around another.
As I was walking through the fall toned fields,I felt the crackle of the squirrels. They called to each other from the trees. And when I looked around me, I saw them scurrying quickly, burying nuts as if to say, there’s not enough time! We have to prepare for the future. We have to store food. If we are to survive.
The last few days have been cold all of a sudden. Right after the lunar eclipse. So much change is happening to our earth. It changes our bodies quickly, roughly, whether we’re ready for it or not. There’s uncertainty in the air, as fall boldly moves into the landscape. Changing the colors, shaking the trees and blowing the leaves; gleaming the sun into our eyes. There is warmth and then there’s cold all at the same time.
And then I saw this 1 lone pink flower in a golden field. Standing straight and tall. Unwavering. Unmoving. In all this swirling moving ocean of change, I suddenly felt rooted. And proud. To be me. Different. Standing out. Unmoved by all the chaos. Blooming in the fickle sun. Belonging. And holding on.
All of my thoughts laid bare before You
I am real.
My memories burned into my brain
My hopes crashing like waves
My inspiration faltering
Open to be changed
My heart grows anew
With each new experience
Nourished on a Godvine
No memory can undo me
No fault can break me
Each bud is breathed into creation
Brushed with Love, Passion and Joy
Bound together with Forgiveness and Wisdom
Ready for rain, wind, snow and sun
Tough as a cobweb
And gentle as a dewdrop