life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

Archive for the month “June, 2015”

We must hold each other with tender care, so as not to bend a soul away from its truth.      – from The Endless Practice  


 Over and over we break

open, we break and

we break and we open.

For a while, we try to fix

the vessel—as if

to be broken is bad.

As if with glue and tape

and a steady hand we

might bring things to perfect

again. As if they were ever

perfect. As if to be broken is not

also perfect. As if to be open

is not the path toward joy.
The vase that’s been shattered

and cracked will never

hold water. Eventually

it will leak. And at some

point, perhaps, we decide

that we’re done with picking

our flowers anyway, and no

longer need a place to contain them

We watch them grow just

as wildflowers do—unfenced,

unmanaged, blossoming only

when they’re ready—and mygod,

how beautiful they are amidst

the mounting pile of shards.


The Way It Is by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer







  Listen to Norah Jones sing The Long Way Home


photo sources found at

unexpected Mondays are the best!


Listen to Todd Rundgren sing Love is the Answer


Photo sources found at

wonder unshackles us from the binding constraints of what we deem as possible, and it tickles us alive with the possibility of the impossible.   – Craig D. Lounsbrough 

 The biggest lesson I’ve learned so far is, “It’s okay.” It’s okay for me to be kind to myself. It’s okay to be wrong. It’s okay to get mad. It’s okay to be flawed. It’s okay to be happy. It’s okay to move on. 

    — Hayley Williams  




  Listen to Amos Lee sing There I Go Again


photo sources found at



 You see, I want a lot. 

Perhaps I want everything 

the darkness that comes with every infinite fall 

and the shivering blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing 

And are raised to the rank of prince 

By the slippery ease of their light judgments

But what you love to see are faces 

that do work and feel thirst. 

You love most of all those who need you 

as they need a crowbar or a hoe. 

You have not grown old, and it is not too late 

To dive into your increasing depths 

where life calmly gives out its own secret.


The Book of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke

  On this day of your life I believe God wants you to know…
…that life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

You won’t find glory at the center of safety, but at its edge. You won’t find love at a place where you are covered, but in the space where you are naked.

You gotta take some risks. You have to not only pick up the dice, but roll ’em. So go ahead, take the gamble.

You have nothing to lose except the chance to win. 

Life is not long enough to spend it on the sidelines. And you will not have to think but a second to know exactly why you received this message today.


    – Neale Donald Walsh


  Listen to Brett Dennen sing The One Who Loves You Most 

Photo sources found at

when we grow afraid we forget 

 I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

I want to free what waits within me

so that what no one has dared to wish for
may for once spring clear

without my contriving.
If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,

but this is what I need to say.

May what I do flow from me like a river,

no forcing and no holding back,

the way it is with children.
Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,

these deepening tides moving out, returning,

I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels

into the open sea.
I, 12 [I believe in all that has never been spoken] by Rainer Maria Rilke. 


How can you not see it,

if you stand still enough,

or walk out far enough:

the light shimmering from every leaf,

the actual hardness of every stone?

This stone says something

of humility and presence, 

of where it came from, and the belly of stars,

but it stays silent to draw you nearer.

We are, all of us, even the thin geranium

on the back stoop, reaching up

for light, for life, for beauty, 

singing out with the great silent voice

of the immense glory of being,

the long, amazing story

and a love story it is.

Without your having to remember—

such a gift, such a gift—

your lungs open to the world

and take in life, each moment.  

Who gave you that?

How can you not sing, even in silence?

When we grow afraid we forget,

we wear protective layers 

of things to believe, things to do,

so many things to do,

so that we don’t come too near

and catch fire. 

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light


  (I agree, Mary Oliver…hum, hum)
Listen to Mat Kearney sing Closer to Love


Photo sources found at 

leaking love 

 Sometimes you just need someone to storm heaven for you

Sometimes you just need someone to hoarse whisper it for you —

“Father of the Tired & Broken-Hearted…

oh, hear our prayer….

Give Your Child the wisdom to know it this week:

Hiding when you’re hurting won’t heal you and growing isolated can just let infection grow.

Give Your Child the love to live it: 

The secret way to heal a broken heart is to let love leak out like an ocean through all the cracks.

When you’re most wounded by words, run to the only Word that always brings healing.

And may all the trials be but a trail,

all the stones on the way be but grace stairs to God.

In the name of Jesus —

who broke His heart to heal ours…”


    – Ann Voskamp (edited) read full post at


Listen to Natasha Bedingfield sing Unwritten


Photo sources found at


Listen to Plumb sing Exhale

we will be known among the stars for our poems.  – Sir Ken Robinson


watch and listen to Sir Ken Robinson on the Power of Imagination! If you haven’t seen his TED talk about education…it’s a very worthwhile watch!!


Listen to Maroon 5 sing Pure Imagination 


photo sources at 

remember: it all flows

 Jairus begged him repeatedly, My little daughter is at the point of death. Come and lay your hands on her, so that she may be made well, and live.” So he went with him. And a large crowd followed him and pressed in on him…. Immediately aware that power had gone forth from him, Jesus turned about in the crowd and said, ‘Who touched my clothes?”…. The woman came in fear and trembling, fell down before him, and told him the whole truth. … While he was still speaking, some people came from the leader’s house to say, “Your daughter is dead. Why trouble the teacher any further?”…. He took her hand, and she got up….

                  —from Mark 5.2143
Jesus, interrupted, follows.

Interrupted again, he stops.

The clock ticking,

sirens still blaring, lights flashing,

he stops and listens.

His pause, it seems, is deadly.

But it isn’t, is it? 
Who does not feel the devil

turning within you, chanting,

There is not enough time?

Who does not fear the story,

told from behind a dark curtain,

You don’t have the power?
Of course you don’t.

It’s not yours.

Time does not belong; it flows.

Power does not sit; it flows.

You don’t have to dip into 

your little purse of time and energy:

you let infinite grace flow through you.
Healing happens without your effort;

you are only present.

It is not your time, not your energy, but God’s. 

You enter the river, and it flows through you.
When you are present in this moment

you will be present in the next.
And thus it is, when you are present in this life

you are present in the next.  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light 


Listen to Christy Nockles sing Grace Flows Down 


Photo sources at

between the lines


When did you last stand

still enough to hear?
The words whose

meaning lie

hidden amongst

the spaces in between.  


by Nic Askew



Listen to “Fragrance” (Live Acoustic Performance) – Mark & Sarah Tillman

Photo sources found at

peace stronger than the storm 

  A great storm lashes this nation
while much of the people sleep,

a storm of racial hatred, a storm of fear.

In fear a white man seeks out blacks 

and kills them in their church.

This is not new.

The storm will not stop, 

the waves of death will not stop.

He is only one wave of the storm,

blown by great winds of fear.

It is not out of hope or happiness he kills,

he kills out of fear.

The one wave is not the problem; the storm is.

The storm envelopes us all.  

It defeats us, makes us anxious. 

We cry, “Do you not care that we are perishing?”

A great storm battered the disciples’ boat.

Wind, invisible and relentless, 

howled down on them, pushing against them.

Waves would not stop, would not stop

bashing them, beating them, 

filling the boat, threatening to swallow them.
Fear howled in them like the wind,

fear beat in them like waves,

a relentless storm of fear.

Their hearts cried, “Save us! Manage this!”

But Jesus was asleep, not worrying,

not in control. Serene. At peace. 

“Jesus, join our anxiety! Won’t you despair with us?”

But Jesus was unafraid.

Maybe weary, maybe needing not to be needed,

but also unafraid. At peace. 
It was not fear, but his sisters’ and brothers’ cries

that awakened him. In his deep calm he rose,

not in fear, not in anger, but in peace

and gave his peace to the others,

and gave his peace to the winds and the seas.

Infinite peace flowed through him like wind,

passed out into the world like waves,

peace stronger than the storm.

It was not fear, but peace that calmed the storm. 

The Man of Peace cries out in our own souls.

Calms the storms of our fears. 

Grants us peace beyond understanding.

We let it fill us, that divine peace,

deep peace with all the world, 

deepest love for this world and all its children,

children with and without mercy, 

peace with the world and all is raging wounds,

peace even with the storm,

for it is peace with all of life.

This peace is also agony for our sisters and brothers.

It is care that we are perishing.

But it is care, not fear. It is deep peace.
And in that peace we shall awaken.  

Not fear but our sister’s and brothers’ cries awaken us.

We rise, as Christ rises, always in hope.

In deep peace, not in fear or anger,

we will rise and stand in the storm.

The winds will whip us.

The waves will batter us. But we will stand,

because Christ stands in us. 

We will cry out to the storm, 

and cry out to our sisters and bothers

with a peace stronger than the storm,

“Peace! Be still!”
The wind will still lash us, the waves batter.

Fear will react; anger will rise like new waves.

The wounds will retract and hide, afraid to be touched,

the wind afraid to be named.

But in the storm we shall stand in that peace that is love,

cry out with that peace that is anguish,

hold fast with that peace that is courage,

endure with that peace stronger than the storm.

And there shall be peace. 
Peace. Be Still. 

Why are you afraid? Have you no faith?


Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light


No, my friends

    darkness is not everywhere   

for here and there

     I find faces illuminated

           from within. 

       Japanese lanterns


         among dark trees


Light by Carole Ann Borges

 Listen to Cat Stevens sing Morning Has Broken


photo sources found at


Post Navigation