true colors
Rain decays dawn—
everything in the yard
leaning, beaded, broken in.
A lucid dream
the weather
assembles; a pain particular
as light seeping
into an alley
narrowed by overgrowth.
To articulate what slips
the instant
speech moves
to apprehend it.
Cinder blocks stacked
by a metal shed door
totem-like
in haze
of evaporated rain.
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Early Fall by Joseph Massey
And it begins to happen and nothing could be truer than what Pascal said: “Instead of complaining that God had hidden himself, you will give Him thanks for having revealed so much of Himself.”
The darkness ebbs.
The shadows dim –
and all the trees and all the thankful, they ignite, seeing and believing the true colours of now.
– Ann Voskamp
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we can be so blinded
by what we think we want
that we fail to see what we have
keeping our hands, eyes, hearts closed
to what’s tattooed all over the world
engraved into our hands
sculpted within us
ringing as a clear bell
the soul continually tries to wake us
we refuse to see
we live angry
because God does not obey our wishes
fails to bow to our demands
(God never lives up to our standards)
our words can be weapons
used in machine gun fashion
to kill those in our line of fire
usually those we love the most
bleed the loudest red
Joy is different than laughter
Peace only comes through recognition of our place in the world
the opening of clenched fists
Fall air cleans the green off the leaves
to become
the true colors of holy
surrendering with songs of glory
the surprising truth of death
which brings in next years harvest
we are all connected
we are all in season
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Amy Lloyd
There’s a dip in the stone step
in the threshold of the old cathedral,
worn where thousands of pilgrims have stepped
as they entered the darkness to pray.
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Even in the old country church
the railing is rubbed bare
where the faithful have grasped,
have leaned, have hoped.
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There is a worn spot
at the threshold of your heart
where God has entered the silence
over and over, to pray and gaze at your altar.
You don’t have to hear the words.
You don’t have to understand.
Just step on the threshold,
touch the railing, and you know.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net
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