Photos without words by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT
Cross and picture by Vinnie @ Branford Point. Vinnie’s cross and deer (picture above) made as a memorial to his mother, Alice, who passed over Dec 5, 2014
How quietly I
begin again
from this moment
looking at the
clock, I start over
so much time has
passed, and is equaled
by whatever
split-second is present
Your body
is a holy book,
a scripture—
the pages
are marked
in exquisite detail
with the finest hand,
inscribed by spirit
with the poetry
of love,
lessons of mercy,
miracles,
angelic hosts,
and the story
of your life
perfectly told,
an illuminated manuscript
of a sacred writing
epic in scope,
majesty
and grace.
Every hair
on your head
and line on your face,
every rushing tide
of wind and wave
moving you
from within
this living testament
bear witness
to the truth
layered
within you—
Study this text
with conviction then,
reflect with care
upon its meaning,
and enjoy
the divine
inspiration.
It seems to me that
paralleling the paths of action, devotion, etc.,
there is a path called art
and that the sages of the East would recognize
Faulkner, Edward Hopper, Beethoven, William Carlos Williams
and address them as equals.
It’s a matter of attention and discipline, isn’t it?—
combined with a certain God-given ability.
It’s what you’re willing to go through, willing to give, isn’t it?
It’s the willingness to be a window
through which others can see
all the way out to infinity
and all the way back to themselves.
The past few weeks I have spent a lot of time in silent prayer. Mainly being patient and listening for God, and in grieving for parents of lost children, and sons and daughters with sick mothers and fathers.
I’ve also been praying for guidance as I keep stepping into this calling of my heart to share my music. Following the pillars of cloud and fire through the wilderness of this American life.
The quest has been oh-so-difficult, fun exhausting, frustrating, joyful, not joyful, interesting and lots of other emotions. Most of all, I have enjoyed getting to know some amazing, very talented people.
Yesterday I was praying about my meeting with one of those people later in the evening and I got a warning in my spirit not to go. As I tested this thought, to see if it was real (we are told to try the spirits) the song Home By Another Way came popping into my head.
Within 30 minutes I opened Facebook and someone had posted this picture:
As I continued to pray I KNEW I was being re-directed, and I cancelled the meeting – tactfully and graciously.
I can’t say why this happened. It has happened a few times in the past and I always honor it. I really try not to imagine the why of the message. I don’t have to know why. I just know it’s very important for me to follow God in faith and trust that the spirit knows much more than I do in my flesh.
Not even sure why I’m supposed to share this today, but feel as though I’m supposed to…
One thing is for sure – The life of faith is never boring!
Trust that when the answer is no, there’s a better YES down the road.
— Unknown
Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all day and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake their snapshots take,
And the frog, that sanguine singer,
Sings agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
The streets shall all flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.
Carry her over the water by W.H. Auden
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity
– Emily Dickinson
Spirit of the Mighty, Gentle One,
come upon me, anoint me.
I see the oppressed.
I name them; I hold them close.
Make my life into good news for them.
I see the brokenhearted.
I name them; I hold them close.
Give me gentle grace to bind up their hearts.
I see the imprisoned.
I name them; I hold them close.
Give me true words and deeds to release them.
I see the ruined cities.
I name them; I hold them close.
Make me a part of their building up.
Spirit of God, be upon me.
I see my own ruins, my chains.
Hold me close
and set me free, that I may be
your good news for others.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light http://www.unfoldinglight.net
The authority of God made all creation. But it was the affection of God that made all His children.
You are made of the dust of this earth, and you are made of the happiness of heaven. You are flesh and you are spirit, and you are of two worlds longing for the home of forever and Him.
No matter your story before, this is your beginning now: you were formed by Love…for love.
– Ann Voskamp
On January 17, 2012 I added these words to the ‘Other Words’ page of this blog…
Timing is everything. How do we wait on things we want more than life? How many times have I run ahead of God and not waited? Almost always. It never seems to get any easier for me, yet I have learned the value and the importance and so I struggle to incorporate this all important lesson into my life. Timing…learn timing…timing is everything. Wait for the right gift, wait for the best blessing, wait for exactly what you need to be prepared and given to you…in the fullness of time!
Help me, dear Lord! May I wait in peace and be ready for action when you show me the way!
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Here we are entering the time of year known as Advent aka Waiting for Jesus to Come.
The only way we can wait is if we believe the waiting will, ultimately, bring us all the things that have been promised! Then the waiting is worth it!
I believe! My foundation is built on solid rock and the roots of faith have grown down deep through the storms of life.
And so I wait the coming of what has been promised! For as long as it takes! I will focus and I will wait! ACL
Prepare your way in me, Lord,
prepare your way in me, my Lord.
Make my rough places smooth,
the crooked make straight, my Lord.
Lay your hand at my root,
that I may bear fruit, my Lord.
Come and empty my heart
of all things but you, my Lord.
Guide my feet in your way,
fill me with your peace, my Lord.
Prepare your way in me, Lord,
prepare your way in me, my Lord.
life: acoustic & amplified 