Leaning Towards Light

This plant seems to be decaying, and at the end of its season of beauty. And yet it’s still leaning towards light. It will bend as far as it needs to, to be underneath that light.  I see that light as God nourishing and Soul refreshing. And the plant instinctively leans towards it. No matter, it’s age, or decay, or how many more days it has left. May we all lean towards the light, every day. And feel God’s sustaining loving hand, in all of our affairs. Big and small. We will never stop needing Him. And He is always with us.

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Little Angel

In this space of anything is possible
Help my heart to just love
Without conditions
Or paybacks in mind
Just kindly give when I’m moved
Just be a blessing in a moment.

An angel that swoops in
And brushes your cheek with her kiss
And strokes your hair with her light.

A smile and change
To the homeless person
No judgments or worries
Where the money’s being spent

Help changing a flat tire
In the middle of the expressway,

Giving that new person
A ride to work.

Whatever the moment brings
Help me to be up for it.
Filled with love
Gratititude
And infinite blessings
From on high.

Shining

I see you, really see you.                                 As they stream over and through you
All the love you wear on your sleeve               Rebuilding your childlike wonder
Shines like a precious jewel                                              Your faith that never wavers
A beacon in a tarnished world                                   In the goodness of people around you
Where people protect themselves                             May you feel that goodness in yourself
From harm, opinions, and thoughts.                          As strong as a bold coffee
And shutter down their hearts                                    Flavoring your senses
With no chance of opening up.                                  And lifting you up
But you shine like a golden lamp                              To the highest sunbeam.
With sun rays blessing you

Breathing

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
Holds us
and Breathes us anew
Everyday.

 

Always

In this moment of peace and tranquility
All is forgiven

I stand as if far away
Removed from the fray
Watching, but not harmed.

I smile at everyone’s rushed and worried walk
Thoughts tumbling and spilling over
Onto the sidewalk
Into the air we all breathe.

I am connected, and yet aloof
Alone and yet together.

Sending love through my fingertips
Radiating peace and understanding
Vibrating warmth and forgiveness.
So loved and cherished.

Oh Lamb of God
Hear my impassioned plea.
To be love.
To hold on to peace.
With gentleness
And reverence
Always.

Energy Shift

Trouble cannot prevail against the awesome power of Love.

Have you ever been in a situation where you could feel the energy shift?  I experienced this at an art fair I attended last spring.

Attendance was poor. And the hours of the fair were so long, by the end of the first day all the artists were just staring at each other! There was frustration and unhappiness all around. As if to pick up on all this bad energy, the fire alarm went off towards the end of the day!