Daybreak
As pastel colors stripe the sky leading to the magnificence of sunrise
I share wise counsel and deep conversation with the half-pint cat
Whispering things of wonderrrr and purrrfection
Sometimes in your dustiest of life wanderings
you learn unexpected things out of sheer necessity
Because, in order to be the human you want to be,
you must step into places you never thought your feet would take you
and wash the weeping and wounded you come upon
Somehow those hard things you chose to learn have saved the lives of another and then another
Sometimes those very things thrust into your unsuspecting, yet willing, hands
Become so important to your life’s philosophy
You begin to see a new way to be in the world
All these things open you to venture into expanded doorways and enfold you under loving rooftops
They enlarge your heart by a thousand times a thousand
They allow you to become intimate with life and humanity in a million myriad of tiny ways never understood before
Sometimes you stand on the Morning shore of your life
with the blazing sunrise radiating into your very soul
and you understand your life’s journey from a whole new perspective
you step out of that realm veiled by your former self eyes
illusions vanished
and into the subtle brilliance of this Holy Week of remembrance
Suddenly seen from a shadowy flash of sight through the eyes of Christ
walking the Via Delarosa
seeing the courage of all those faithful
pilgrims who walk the broken road again and again
Knowing exactly where the hard dirt leads
steps may falter
but never turn away
from these most valuable gifts, full of brutal beauty
knowing the only life worth living
is the one laid bare from love
the one lived knowing
Only love will save us from our selves
Only love will bring us home
💞
Amy Lloyd
she saw dozens of daffodils
humbled, she had no words
even birds quieted down
the sun sliced through
the chilled air, her dirty brown hair
lost in an acid yellow spring
her clogged feet became lifted
over garden & cold snow
stream held mica stones:
innocently touching each other
in the clicking of electrical sparks
home to silver minnows, moving
clear waters from last week’s
tumultuous snow
memorized by heart,
freed to wander, impossible
to know the reasons
for beauty singing green spring
with cedar scented running
water–embraced by the still
soft snowy banks
of the susquehanna
too close to sunset not to notice
the gleam setting in the green,
the new born mutual smile–
as soon as we rested…….
.for just a little while
~words ~kate lamberg (c) ’18
Beloved,
may everything I do today
be my anointing of you;
every thought, word and deed
a pouring out of myself for you,
a gift of service, adoration and thanks.
May every act comfort you,
receive your sacred story,
join me to you in your suffering,
embrace your dying
and prepare for what will follow.
In your death may you be wrapped
in the balm of my own heart.
Give me courage to give my gifts
no matter how others may judge them.
May my life give off the aroma
of gratitude and love.
Accept the anointing of my tears,
my prayers, my being.
In your love
I carry the alabaster jar of my life
into this new day.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
life: acoustic & amplified 