cinema of clouds
moving across the sun
I search for words to describe
this glory
indescribably beautiful
breathtaking
movement
colors deep to light
like a huge floating kaleidoscope
pinks
yellows
blues
greens
melting into each other
dark and light shades
turning back to shades of
whites and grays
movement as sun
circle of light
changing every instant
from a shadowy ball
to a blinding blaze of glory
the clouds thick, thin, open
separate then reach thin strands,
arms
melting like lovers into each other
the blue sky like pie crust
around the edges of
the most beautiful meringue
piled on a pie
made by Willy Wonka
strawberry
lemon
blueberry
lime
ever changing
from one second to the next
I lay in this world that is God
open my heart
breathe in mystery
watch in wonder
at this show that feels
like it’s just for me
I am the Beloved Song of Christ
I am so in awe of this majesty
a single purple winged gull
flies side to side
right above me to the left
so breathtakingly graceful
making the kites being flown
a ways down the beach
look cheap and awkward
the waves come and make
tiny waterfalls
right off shore
rolling up on the beach
a lullaby of magical proportions
hypnotizing me in loves embrace
It is my gift
It is my church
It is my soul food
It is intimacy with my creator
I replay it now
head on my pillow
trying to
find words to match my experience
I read back my description
maybe it seems beautiful to you
but I know I have failed
there are just no words to convey
the extravagant
exquisite
nature of God
the richness of his glory
the vast array of Yahweh
I give up in gratitude
just let my heart speak
in words of angels
I can’t even understand
but know they are understood
AL 4/14/13

Why doesn’t anyone tell you? That whenever you want to stick your head in the sand — is when you need to stick your hand out for help.
That fear only happens when you try to go alone. It’s why all the angels always come with light and say do not be afraid. It’s why He says I am always with you and I won’t ever forsake.
Burden is only a weight when borne alone. When the burden is borne together, by a Body, the burden becomes bond — soul strengthener.
– Ann Voskamp
Come forth into the light of things,
Let nature be your teacher.
– William Wordsworth
I sit and open my mind
to the learning of the ocean
the gulls in flight
have been my most excellent teachers.
I have been learning from their instruction
for the past two months.
Their movement in the air and water
have taught me more about trust in these moments
than sitting for years
in a classroom somewhere.
This is my Divinity School.
The movement of the elements
wind, snow, sand, rain and sun.
The conversations with
rocks, trees, shells, spring flowers.
The water teaches me
intimacy with my creator,
and the true breadth
width and height of God.
Who is all
through all
above all
under all
beside all
inside all
around all
We humans walk on and through
God himself
so mostly unaware
the earth is made of His word
the air and sea are His breath
we are made of all three
clay, water, air
Trinity
I cannot help but be
astounded,
overwhelmed,
overjoyed
by this majestic love.
I experience it in every step I take.
Of course I must sing
(a melody like this
will not be contained)
in harmony with the glamorous gold sparkly rocks
filling my pockets.
How could I possibly keep quiet?
4/6/13
You imagine you’re a train
making your way along your tracks
and maybe you want to plunge faster,
get farther, extend those narrowing tracks
into the vanishing point—
or maybe jump that track for another,
maybe somehow lay a track of genius
in a new direction—
but
what if you’re not a train?
What if you’re a sound,
as a song or of a bell,
or a voice saying “I love you,”
and your journey is to expand
in every direction
into this strange, waiting world?
______________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net