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Archive for the month “April, 2014”

cost of freedom

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In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields
By Major John McCrae – 1915 – Boezinge

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Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me
Happy Easter!!!

my prayer

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this love

At the cross

His pain that I cannot stand.

My hands nailed, helpless.

This absence that is a weight.

This grief so like death, so living.

This regret, unwelcome predator.

What I could have done, and why not.

My weight he bears, that lifts him up.

He came to find me in my ruin.

This is the part when I cannot know.

Only later: that I was not alone.

Love that holds even death in its arms.
_________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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Perhaps heaven exists in the intimate space when we are quiet and able to humbly see God within the eyes of another. – Unknown

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A Beauty Blessing

As stillness in stone to silence is wed
May your heart be somewhere God might dwell.

As a river flows in ideal sequence
May your soul discover time is presence.

As the moon absolves the dark of distance
May thought-light console your mind with brightness.

As the breath of light awakens colour
May the dawn anoint your eyes with wonder.

As spring rain softens the earth with surprise
May your winter places be kissed by light.

As the ocean of dreams to the joy of dance
May the grace of change bring you elegance.

As clay anchors a tree in light and wind
May your outer life grow from peace within.

As twilight fills night with bright horizons
May beauty await you at home beyond.

John O’Donohue

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The Deer’s Cry

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I arise today
through strength in the sky:
light of sun
Moon’s reflection
dazzle of fire
speed of lightning
wild wind
deep sea
firm earth
hard rock.

I arise today
with God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s eye to look ahead for me
God’s ear to hear for me
God’s word to speak for me
God’s hand to defend me
God’s way to lie before me
God’s shield to protect me
God’s host to safeguard me.
(Translated by John Skinner)

from The Confession of St. Patrick

The Path of Waiting

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Passion is a kind of waiting – waiting for what other people are going to do. Jesus went to Jerusalem to announce the good news to the people of that city. And Jesus knew that he was going to put a choice before them: Will you be my disciple, or will you be my executioner? There is no middle ground here. Jesus went to Jerusalem to put people in a situation where they had to say “Yes” or “No”. That is the great drama of Jesus’ passion: he had to wait for their response. What would they do? Betray him or follow him?

In a way, his agony is not simply the agony of approaching death. It is also the agony of being out of control and of having to wait. It is the agony of a God who depends on us to decide how to live out the divine presence among us. It is the agony of the God who, in a very mysterious way, allows us to decide how God will be God. Here we glimpse the mystery of God’s incarnation. God became human not only to act among us but also to be the recipient of our responses.

. . . And that is the mystery of Jesus’ love. Jesus in his passion is the one who waits for our response. Precisely in that waiting the intensity of his love and God’s is revealed to us.

Henri Nouwen
http://www.henrinouwen.org

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tenderness

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But there are places that know: The Brave are the ones who trace the inside of their everyday wounds and don’t grow hard.
– Ann Voskamp

There is some corner of the heart that remains faithful to all that we have loved. – John O’Donohue

thinking of doors

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Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through

If you through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name.

Things look at you doubly
and you must look back
and let them happen

If you do not go through
it is possible
to live worthily

to maintain your attitudes
to hold your position
to die bravely

but much will blind you
much will evade you
at what cost, who knows?

The door itself
Makes no promises.
It is only a door.

Time by Adrienne Rich

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Photos by Lesley Haberman (newsletter with more of her photos upcoming!!!❤️)

what saves us

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This is a story of love, not a deal,
no scheme to save us with someone else’s blood,
no holy slaughter, no means, no demand.

It’s not God’s choice that a savior suffer:
that’s ours alone. This is the story of our evil
and God’s invasion of love.

The Gentle One comes among us,
our certainty, our betrayal, our violence,
and offers only love.

He invites to dinner those who will deny him,
offers the place of honor to the one who will betray him,
offers us himself.

To our self-absorption he offers his body;
to our sin he offers forgiveness.
In the anguish and chaos he offers prayer.

To our judgment and violence he offers healing.
To our death he offers life.
It is this simple: to our evil he offers love.

It is not his suffering that saves, don’t be fooled.
It’s his self-giving, his love, his forgiveness.
Even in our worst sin, God will only love.

God’s will is simply to love.
There is only love.
This is what saves us.

For our perfect rebellion, our total rejection,
our deepest hate and violence, there is only love.
There is only love.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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Run by Nic Askew

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Run. Headlong towards
a life of importance.

Towards the person
worthy of a place
in this seemingly
conditional world.

Run until you can
hide no more.

Run until the pain
becomes unbearable.

Until you feel your
very soul bled dry.

Then stop. Stop dead.
The stop that stands
beyond the delusion
of slowing down.
Which is still
running.

Stop. So that you stand
face to face with the
uncertainty of darkness.

For it’s in this darkness
that you’ll remember light.

And from there you
will run freely.

With no need to hide.

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