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give us peace ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ

 I, may I rest in peaceโ€”I, who am still living, say,

May I have peace in the rest of my life.

I want peace right now while I’m still alive.

I don’t want to wait like that pious man who wished for one leg

of the golden chair of Paradise, I want a four-legged chair

right here, a plain wooden chair. I want the rest of my peace now.

I have lived out my life in wars of every kind: battles without 

and within, close combat, face-to-face, the faces always

my own, my lover-face, my enemy-face.

Wars with the old weaponsโ€”sticks and stones, blunt axe, words,

dull ripping knife, love and hate,

and wars with newfangled weaponsโ€”machine gun, missile, 

words, land mines exploding, love and hate,

I don’t want to fulfill my parents’ prophecy that life is war.

I want peace with all my body and all my soul.

Rest me in peace.

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I, May I Rest in Peace by Yehuda Amichai

   For all whose lives have been taken by war,

grant your mercy O God.

For soldiers, civilians, those wounded and neglected,

grant your mercy, O God.

For earth despoiled and living beings sacrificed,

grant your mercy, O God.

For our glorification of war and violence

and our willingness to hurt others

to defend ourselves,

grant your mercy, O God.

We give thanks for your beloved 

whom we have sacrificed;

we ask blessing for their loved ones,

confess our need for your grace,

and pray for the redemption of society.

Spirit of compassion and gentleness,

in the name of the One who was sacrificed,

save us by your grace,

and grant us your mercy.

Amen

__________________  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ happy Memorial Day

Listen to Garth sing We Shall Be Free http://youtu.be/13s9eciFDzA

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leaps & boundsย 

 
When you send forth your spirit, we are created

                  โ€”Psalm 104.30

Holy One,

         breath of the big bang,

         idea of creation,

you who make spring come forth,

         who make life out of nothing,

breathe yourself into me.

         Create me.

you are the flame,

         I am your light.

You are the nerve,

         I am your muscle.

You are the Word,

         I am the story.

You are the song,

         I am the singing.

I am one with you

         and one with all Creation.

One Spirit, 

         one flesh, many forms.

In your Spirit 

         I am we.

Holy One, live in me;
         I am your body.

I remember,

         and I live. 

__________________  

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ—ป๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŒ‹๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ

my words my world my earth my sky

   you are them all

my notes my music my score my song

    you are them all

my heart my soul my mind my life

   you are them all

my blood my breath my skin my bones

   you are them all 

everything I am everything I hope to be

    you are them all

AL 

 

Listen to Amos Lee sing Learned A Lot http://youtu.be/wgzFPP-Fa8o 
๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ—ป๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ‹๐ŸŒ…

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[God] seems to delight in using the unexpected, the least likely, or the weakest link to turn our lives upside down and inside out . . . and fulfill the plan he has had in mind since the beginning of time.

~ Thelma Well

   

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super power

  With love so sudden and so sweet,

Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start โ€“
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winterโ€™s choice?
Is loveโ€™s bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not loveโ€™s appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more

๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž

First Love by John Clare
  
   

     

Listen to Englad Dan and John Ford Coley sing http://youtu.be/_QZjJU-mtFU
๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž

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Your future depends on many things,ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  but mostly on you.ย ย  ย  ย  – Frank Tyger

  This is my commandment, 
         that you love one another as I have loved you.
                  โ€”John 15.12

that is, 
with tender attention
and stout resilience,
that is,
despite your blame and fear,
your betrayal yet to come,
your lack of repentance,

as I have loved you
when you were determined 
not to deserve it,

that you love as I have,
withholding nothing,
excusing no one,

that you pour yourself out
for the unworthy,

as I have 
pour yourself out
of your life
into eternal love
and as I have
rise
new, 
perfected
in love.

__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

 
    


   

 

What Is The First Step In Healing

What do you need to do to get better?

This morning, a 73 year old doctor in Tampa Bay, Florida shot himself. Today was his 38th wedding anniversary. He was accused of recklessly driving his speedboat and killing four teenage boys in 1989. Although he was acquitted, he never really got over it.

This morning, I met with a friend, age 64, who told me bitterly sheโ€™d stopped talking to her father. Theyโ€™ve had so many arguments in the years Iโ€™ve known her! In their last scene, she said she told him, โ€œIโ€™m a grown up now! You canโ€™t keep hurting me like you did when I was 12!โ€ I donโ€™t know for sure, but I can fill in the blanks on that one and so can you. My friend has recently lost 80 lbs and she has another 60 to go. Whatever happened back then, she never really got over it.

One of the drivers of the car in which I was passenger when both my children were killed blames himself for the accident to such an extent that his whole life has been mangled and wrought with emotional pain from that day to this. More than 20 years. He never really got over it.

What about you?

Do you have some secret pain, some traumatic memory, some inner anguish that you strive to hide from the world? Is there a monster inside you, jabbing at you and never letting you forget what happened?

Healing from serious issues can be a long, difficult process. At least, thatโ€™s how it has been for me. But unless we continue to work towards healing, toward bringing the dark into the light and letting it heal, we will end up like the people above โ€” ending our lives too early; destroying our physical well-being; mangling our futures with self-recrimination.

The journey to wellness โ€“ not the kind you fake so other people think youโ€™re OK now โ€“ requires a lot of courage. Itโ€™s going to be hard, but get this: it wonโ€™t be as hard as you think. And it will not require you to suffer as much as you suspect it might. I promise!

The first step in healing is deceptively simple: Decide thatโ€™s what you want to do.

Only you know the answer about whether you really want to revisit the past, dig it up and heal it so it doesnโ€™t keep on screwing with your current life. If you donโ€™t, youโ€™ll end up with the life similar to the people above. Iโ€™m not suggesting you rush off to confront people whoโ€™ve hurt you. Iโ€™m not actually suggesting you rush off and DO anything. Healing the soul is as gentle and slow as healing the body. You canโ€™t look at the cut on your finger and simply acknowledge you have a cut, then order it to heal instantly. You might have to tend to it a little. It will cause you pain (although not as much as the original injury.) You donโ€™t have to relive and talk endlessly about your trauma to heal it. Although it would be VERY helpful to see a therapist or a clergy person, even that isnโ€™t mandatory.

silence today and just ask this in the midst of your own stillness:

Do I want to keep living with this inside me or is it time to begin healing?

If the answer is YES, donโ€™t delay! Start now. It gets better, I promise.

by Wendy Keller

http://positiveoutlooksblog.com/2015/05/12/what-is-the-first-step-in-healing/

   

   Listen to Ruthie Foster sing Woke Up This Morning http://youtu.be/Pd0p9AYGgIs 

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The two most important days in your life
   are the day you are born, and 
       the day you find out why. 
Mark Twain

Happy Birthday to me!! I’m so glad to be here!! 50 ROCKS! 

 

we are allย 

 We are challenged to love the unloveable
Do good to those who hate us
there is only one way to get this done –
To see myself as I am. 
It is what it is. 
I am the other. 
I am the unlovable. 
Only I know how much this is true,
full of lies and ego. 
I want to fight my way to the top,
crush those beneath. 
I want to do things my way. 
The earth to revolve around my desires. 
Under my self-pleasing ways,
I am afraid, 
because I know the truth. 
Yes, I am the unlovable
yet I am loved
I have experienced this love
and it has changed me,
at least parts of me,

I should say, 
It is changing me…
daily
I have been overwhelmed by grace,
drowned in the goodness of love,
resurrected in loves fire. 
It has allowed me to see my imperfections,
accept them,
even laugh at them 
and challenged me to
admit the truth,
to change,
to open,
to die,
to become vulnerable,
to love myself and
to love others,
who are the unlovable as well

Only love can mend a heart
only love can break it in two –
or into a million pieces,
then turn it to gold
in order to allow this love to flow through the broken and scarred,
to heal the world,

wounded healers all,
by sharing this same great love
this loves which loves us all
Yes, we are all the unlovable
yet we are loved,
just as we are. 
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ACL 8/28/13
 
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Can Broken Wings Fly?

 


Broken wings can fly?

Who will mend them/who will rend them?

Who will tend them/who will send them?

 

I have been on the road less traveled

And seen life and death unraveled

Torn and broken down;

And voices filled with gravel!

 

I have been in nothing more

And seen rapacious roar

And heard the unknown sound

Speaking loudly,

From the ground!

 

And through my eyes, through the hue

Ebbing ever from greed to blue

Sometimes blinded by the light

Rarely knowing what is right

I travel through the maze

And broken through the haze

 

But my heart has never broken!

It beats with never ending light

And I know not where it leads me,

But I know it leads to you!

In sky or in the sea,

Always spoken if not seen

Or seen if not spoken;

 

The vision never broken!

๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป

by Matthew Mele

 

 

 

 

 

listen to Paul McCartney sing Blackbird http://youtu.be/8ehhZ53zysQ

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Prayer

 

Bright Morning Star

God’s diamond brooch
Upon the blackest night
Whispering Hope
‘Neath mercy’s cloak,
“The dark is almost light!”
Waken, Slumber!
Sleep not past
The painted dawn for thee.  
Burst forth, O Star
One day not far
And shine Thy light on me. 
    – Beth Moore

   

 

  

I’m wandering through aisles in Barnes and Noble on Saturday. Wandering, wondering…hoping to find something I need to read, something to help me where I hurt and feel overwhelmed right now. I scan titles, can’t really focus, in the Christian aisle. I’ve read many of these books, nothing seems to be ‘it’ ugh. sigh. Surely I’m not past hope. 

Suddenly, I see this book. Beth Moore (love her) 10 weeks of Devotional Prayer. Ah. Prayer! THAT’S what I need right now. Intense prayer. Prayer. Changes. ME! 

I buy it, still in my fog. Sunday morning I will realize the name connection of this book, Whispers of Hope. My daughter, Krista, has just written a fictional, fantasy of her life story called, Whispers of Heaven. I bow in gratitude for these whispers speaking in my life, changing things, breathing hope in new ways. 

And so I begin this 10 week journey into prayer. Learning to love more deeply and truly, open myself more fully, praise, and praise more, all good things, communicate deeper with spirit, learning intimacy in new areas of trust and allow for life changing power to flow in and through me. 

 Listen to Jackie Velasquez On My Knees

http://youtu.be/bJwDxWddgSk

 

 

 

 

and the sad things begin to be upended… ย  ย  ย – Ann Voskamp

 

 When the cross hits your life, a loneliness, a blindness and a darkness come all around you. Darkness and lostness are the worst parts of suffering. The wonder of the Resurrection is that this darkness was opened out and at the heart of the darkness a secret light was discovered. Each one of us who has come here hasnโ€™t come to this place out of curiosity but we have come because we know the need that is in our lives and we know the frailty that is in our hearts and minds. We are strangers in the world. In our journey through life anything can befall us. It seems to be very difficult for us as humans to learn how to love, to learn how the let the fear and the resentment and the blindness fall away from us and to come into the special joy and peace and freedom of love. No matter how assured or competent we may feel, there is none of us who has not large territories of fear in our hearts, fear of sharing ourselves, of opening ourselves, of entering life. That is why we come to an ancient holy place like this, before the dawn, to let the new tender light of the resurrection touch our helpless fear and transfigure it and open it into courage. 


~ John O’Donohue from his Easter Homily at Corcomroe Abbey 1992

 

Christ is risen!
Christ is risen indeed!

Crucified and risen Christ,
flood my heart with your light
and my soul with your living presence,
that I may trust the victory of God,
the victory of love over violence,
of life over death.
By your rising give me courage
to know that evil and oppression,
though they seem to reign,
have already been defeated.
You who bear me in your heart,
you have raised me up with you,
and set me free from my fear,
free from shame and despair,
free from all that would imprison me,
from all that would keep me 
from loving perfectly. 

Loving Christ, 
I have died in you and risen in you.
May I walk with courage
into this new life.
Amen.

__________________  
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

www.unfoldinglight.net

 

 Listen to Sandi Patty sing Was It a Morning Like This? 

http://youtu.be/eb1ayV5sTtM

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                                           Shake out your qualms. 
                                                Shake up your dreams. 
                                                Deepen your roots. 
                                                Extend your branches. 
                                                Trust deep water 
                                                and head for the open, 
                                                even if your vision 
                                                shipwrecks you. 
                                                Quit your addiction 
                                                to sneer and complain. 
                                                Open a lookout. 
                                                Dance on a brink. 
                                                Run with your wildfire. 
                                                You are closer to glory 
                                                leaping an abyss 
                                                than upholstering a rut. 
                                                Not dawdling. 
                                                Not doubting. 
                                                Intrepid all the way 
                                                Walk toward clarity. 
                                                At every crossroad 
                                                Be prepared 
                                                to bump into wonder. 
                                                Only love prevails. 
                                                En route to disaster 
                                                insist on canticles. 
                                                Lift your ineffable 
                                                out of the mundane. 
                                                Nothing perishes; 
                                                nothing survives; 
                                                everything transforms! 
                                                Honeymoon with Big Joy! 

Easter Exultet by James Broughton

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The creative process is a process of surrender, not control. – Julia Cameron

 
 

  

  

   

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

 

 So full of life and beauty today I had to pull over and take a few pictures to remember this gorgeous day!!! Very full heart! So grateful! xo 

Recognize what is before your eyes, and what is hidden will be revealed to you. – The Gospel of Thomas

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Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought…
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.

Thanks, Robert Frost by David Ray

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Spirit,
drive me out
into my solitude,
my desolations,
my discomfort.

Set me down
among the wild beasts,
fears and hungers
pawing around inside me.

Put me at peace with them,
not the master but the saved,
the one to be tamed,
to listen to them,
lie down among them,
and go my way,
returned
to my feral innocence.

They will roam my wilderness,
I will learn their eyes,
I will live differently.

Among them,
who also answer,
are angels who attend
to those who wander there
so that we will.
_________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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