Don’t dwell on what happened in the past.
Instead, focus on what to do next.
Spend you energies on moving forward …. – Denis Waitley
But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead,
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14
Maritta Terrell
Thought for Today
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O Infinite Blessing,
a forest of your grace rises in me,
a sea of blessing caressing every shore,
a desert whose light and air are blessing,
a city in me, a million blessings living there.
In me your blessing is a spring
welling up to eternal life.
Like light I radiate your blessing today
on all whom I meet, friend and stranger,
this moment and the next, blessing,
blessing the ones I love and who are hard to love,
blessing those on the street and in traffic,
blessing peoples far away and foreign,
blessing those who suffer and those who toil.
Each moment today will be a moment of blessing,
asking of me only compassion
and an offering of good will for all living souls.
And if I should tire,
if I should doubt my calling or weary of my task,
I will rest in your blessing
like a spring welling up
until it overflows agin,
flowing out from me,
out into the desert,
giving joy to thirsty creatures,
turning parched things green.
O Blessing One, O Cherishing Love, this day
may I shine with the light of your blessing.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net
How do you spell
the sound you make
when you have an orgasm?
Now you see the difficulty of poetry.
Take a scale and calibrate it
to exacting standards, and tell me
which weighs more: Mozart’s requiem
or your feelings when your mother died?
Now you see the problem with art.
Tell me: what did God mean
in creating the sea?
You see, don’t you,
the temptation of prayer,
and its pure and holy uselessness?
People say, “Father, Son and Holy Ghost”
as if that explains something.
The Spirit said to me:
“Understanding is a pair of sunglasses.”
What then can we do,
but pray without ceasing,
and write poetry until our eyes close?
What can we do but lay down our shovels
and come home?
What can we do but touch
the children we love as if for the first time,
and lay our hands and eyes tenderly,
like newborns, upon this world,
until all that we know of the world
disappears into the world,
and God escapes our imagining,
until we are raised from the tomb of certainty
into the glorious rainbow light of awe?
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net
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