You’re here when all else seems to fail to quiet pain and loss. Your goodness always will prevail; You help me bear the cross.
It opens my eyes (my real eyes) to realize Love never loses sight of light. Love’s eye is single, in-sight-full, delightful, you see.
The sparrow stills as I clip entrapping mesh— my heart pushing out, wordless, to Love’s honed serenity that cuts through all entanglement. At the last snip—no slow perk-up, no halting from its trust—just sudden full-blown flight; the questions, what if I can’t do it? what if I can’t? what if I …? loosen and let go.
My prayers are not pleas To change or to heal As much as they are prayers That consistently reveal The splendor that has always been And will always be— That perfect selfhood that reflects The Father constantly— The likeness, like the Father, Vibrant, loving, pure, and free! — Ann E. Hastings.
I’m grateful for Life, for spiritual things unseen. Like holding a small seed, yet beholding a tree.
Richly rooted in the rhythm of Life Far above discordant strife We dance and delight as our day unfolds Loving and accepting what God beholds. — Christian Pascale.
and from the mountain top Jesus saw them, his disciples— toiling in rowing their ship in the midst of the sea and as they struggled, braced against the wind, oars pressed to unfriendly waters he walked to them over wave through gale unhurried unharried “be of good cheer” he said, “be not afraid, it’s me. ” up into the ship he went (no labored hoisting, no desperate rescue) and the wind ceased* the peace, a resounding hush see the wake he leaves— message etched on now still waters: walk over, not into or with** buffetings, bluster, rage, fear walk over, not into or with torrents, tempest, rancor, despair walk with me, Christ: inner voice of calm truth teller divine oasis your shelter from all storms — Joni Overton-Jung *See Mark 6:48–51.
All of God’s qualities are spiritual, beautiful, untouched by matter, accident, or age. They are yours through God’s grace— reflections of His perfection— now and for eternity.
In the humble space of the Bethlehem stable the Christ-idea— sacred seed of conscious goodness— unfurled in timeless innocence, angel-announced Love-cradled sealing resurrection, ascension in that very moment In the humble space of our expectant hearts the shepherd in us the king in us kneel before Christ in ageless innocence, angel-awakened Love-propelled securing healing, regeneration in this very moment Unfailingly each grain of Christly goodness takes root responds to light blooms in the native soil of humility — Cheryl Ranson.
God’s will is never filtered through what we think right. He spans His plan with irradiant light.