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sing & hark

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A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
And are there angels singing overhead? Hark.

December by Gary Johnson

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it’s time

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

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walking in a winter wonderland


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If you have seen the snow
under the lamppost
piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table
or somewhere slowly falling
into the brook
to be swallowed by water,
then you have seen beauty
and know it for its transience.
And if you have gone out in the snow
for only the pleasure
of walking barely protected
from the galaxies,
the flakes settling on your parka
like the dust from just-born stars,
the cold waking you
as if from long sleeping,
then you can understand
how, more often than not,
truth is found in silence,
how the natural world comes to you
if you go out to meet it,
its icy ditches filled with dead weeds,
its vacant birdhouses, and dens
full of the sleeping.
But this is the slowed-down season
held fast by darkness
and if no one comes to keep you company
then keep watch over; your own solitude.
In that stillness, you will learn
with your whole body
the significance of cold
and the night,
which is otherwise always eluding you.

Winter Grace By Patricia Fargnoli

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renewal

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Photos without words by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

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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

from this
moment this moment
is the first

Be Still in Haste by Wendell Berry

study

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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.

Living Testament by Gil Hedley

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love is

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An ordinary life you have,
like baked bread, the aroma of love,
like old wood, edges worn from kindness.

In a moment’s pause, a small step aside
from the rush, the proof—
the abyss opens. Heaven inhales.

Deep, wordless, you sense
wings, breathing, Presence.
Silence speaks.

Sunlight on a plain rock,
music of a flower not usual
for this season: You are Beloved.

The Infinite names you, adores,
finds in you, in your flesh, your voice,
your hands, a place to live.

What is within you is holy.
What is of you is of God, Mystery
spiraling out from you like a nebula, a child.

You will not cease being ordinary,
nor feel different. You will bear
the Divine made infant into the world

if only moment
by moment you say
Yes.
__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

everybody’s an artist

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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 Way of Art by Albert Huffstickler

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brilliant people don’t deny the dark; they are the ones who never stop looking for His light in everything. – Ann Voskamp

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learn to trust

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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:

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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

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fly free

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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

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Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity
– Emily Dickinson

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