God – Page 10 – Poetic Meanderings

Wounded

Quick now, here, now, always — A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flames are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. — T.S. Eliot, Little GiddingContinue reading “Wounded”

Now

Time is a strange concept — a dimension, a progression, a measurement, a spell, the reason we age. When we count minutes, it flees or stands still; when we forget the clock, it loses meaning until a chime or falling shadow forces us back to our tick tock existence. Time is temporal, for the flesh;Continue reading “Now”

Awakening Thanks

Grief-lined faces fill my mind … scattering my dreams as I shun sleep again…. I know this worn path; once smooth stones become unclimbable when in weakness we bear every affliction alone. Hefting our own pains, we laden on struggles of others, barnacles of immense weight, but there is ease when we release all miseryContinue reading “Awakening Thanks”

Psalm Searching

“The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture and the hillsides blossom with joy.” — Psalm 65:12, NLT The displeasure of my mood suggests that I am in need of a holiday — oh, to luxuriate on warm, sea-side sand, my heavy impression stamped firmly in earth, full face to the sun; or to walkContinue reading “Psalm Searching”

What Abides

“And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.” —1 John 4:16, NKJV Cleaning the messes — a willingness to sweep up crumbs, carry out trash, wash dishes, fold clothes; it is a desire toContinue reading “What Abides”

The Artist

A moonbeam rides along the angled roof and sits in the hollows under eaves outside my window as I consider starlight in drifts, like mist blown on ink. The blue haloed Venus has light distilled to white and then diffused into a translucence of beautiful gauze. Moon, stars, all glorious on God’s obsidian canvas, andContinue reading “The Artist”