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movies at the beach

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

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trust

The woods this morning didn’t look any different from autumn: trees bare, grass brown, dead leaves on muddy ground. But spring is happening. The woods were thick with bird song. I saw the beaver who hides in the brook. I came upon a little marsh where some little critter was singing away, a single frog proclaiming its news. Others joined in, in a great chorus of peeping and screeching. I couldn’t see any of them. I stood there a long time and looked, but I couldn’t find one. I came nearer—and of course they all stopped. They knew I was there. And though I could not see them, I knew they were there.

Most of what goes on in this world is unseen. Planets orbit, flocks migrate, cells and organs work in the darkness. And love does its work. Skeptics look for proof of God, as if God were Bigfoot, as if The Holy One were any more provable than love or humor, as if paparazzi could somehow catch Spirit taking out the trash. No, God is The Unseen One. The closer we come the more there is only mystery. Fools never realize that when we stop knowing and can only wonder, we are seeing God.

We learn to tune our hearts to the invisible, to see with our souls, not just our eyes, to know that we live in a world and in the company of a Presence whose power and grace so far exceeds our capacity to know or see or understand that all we can do is wonder and trust. The world sings its song. God is at work. We come near, and listen with gratitude, and wonder and trust.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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Fools come and go
As does life
but we are still here,
you and I,
living this dance
between the two sacred spaces
of our eternity,
birth and death,
connecting our living
with the whole
of what was before
and what will come after
the unbroken tread
the unbreakable thread
the circle of Love
unending
the blind Father
who welcomes us
as He does all his children
to this glorious celebration
because we are all equally
his beloved

AL 4/2/13

Divinity School

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

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words that capture the feeling of spring

Goods

It’s the immemorial feelings
I like the best: hunger, thirst,
their satisfaction; work-weariness,1
earned rest; the falling again
from loneliness to love;
the green growth the mind takes
from the pastures in March;
The gayety in the stride
of a good team of Belgian mares
that seems to shudder from me
through all my ancestry.

by Wendell Berry
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/

notice the beauty

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open my eyes

I walked a mile to school today
In the snow
Uphill both ways
Not my favorite type of snow,
But still beautiful and exciting.
Wind gusts blew me around
Making me fight to keep my ground
Snow spitting in my face
Felt like salt or sand
I pulled my hat down and squinted
As I walked I sang the old hymn
The prayer of my heart

Open my eyes
That I may see
Glimpses of truth you have for me
Place in my hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp and set me free
Silently now I wait for Thee
Ready my God
Thy will to see
Open my eyes
Illumine me
Savior divine

When I reached my school,
Branford River,
I grew silent and allowed my soul
To open to the beauty
the wonder
it continued as I walked my return path
returning
I felt again the birds flying above me yesterday
Free falling
Catching the wind
So graceful
and sure
and I realized my fear
the fear I had learned
Fear of falling
All my life
Taught I was clumsy
that I would crash if I tried
That I couldn’t fly
Couldn’t dance
my problem identified as
Not very graceful
What if that was not true?
What if?
I picture myself jumping from an airplane
Soaring like those birds
I float and fly
smoothly and gracefully in my head
then I dance
Gliding across the floor
with the man I love
and am surprised
I enjoy this feeling
of my grace
my freedom

School has been amazing today
You just never know
What you will learn in
God’s life class

3/7/13

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living who you are

Found on Paulo Coelho’s Blog:

Several times I gave received via Internet some texts attributed to me, as
the text below. I made several changes and decided to post it here:

One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on
staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the
meaning of the other stages we have to go through.

Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we
give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that
have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did1c
you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting
friendship ended all of a sudden? You can spend a long time wondering
why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out
why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life
have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be
awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or
wife, your friends, your children, your sister. Everyone is finishing
chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will
all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy
souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or
donate the books you have at home.

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible
world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain
memories also means making some room for other memories to take their
place.

Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and
sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect
your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your
love to be understood.

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program
over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a
certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that
are broken off; marriage or work that is promised but there is no starting date;
decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”

Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell
yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that
there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person
– nothing is irreplaceable; a habit is not a need. This may sound so
obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but
simply because that no longer fits your life.

Shut the door, change the record, clean the house and shake off the dust.

Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.

– unknown (edited by Paulo Coelho)

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night. –Steve Martin

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The Winter Solstice
This year Winter will start on December 21 at 6:12 – the earliest since 1896!

Winter inspires both joy and woe. Some people can’t wait for the cooler weather, snow, skiing and ice skating, curling up by a fire, and the holiday spirit. Other people dislike the frigid temperatures, blizzards, and wild weather.

The word solstice comes from the Latin words for “sun” and “to stand still.” In the Northern Hemisphere, as summer advances to winter, the points on the horizon where the Sun rises and sets advance southward each day; the high point in the1a Sun’s daily path across the sky, which occurs at local noon, also moves southward each day. At the winter solstice, the Sun’s path has reached its southernmost position. The next day, the path will advance northward. However, a few days before and after the winter solstice, the change is so slight that the Sun’s path seems to stay the same, or stand still. The Sun is directly overhead at “high-noon” on Winter Solstice at the latitude called the Tropic of Capricorn.  In the Northern Hemisphere, the solstice days are the days with the fewest hours of sunlight during the whole year.

http://www.almanac.com/content/first-day-winter-winter-solstice

New Newsletter issue on Winter over on the website, to get you in the Holiday mood!!! – http://songsfromthevalley.com/

On Not Writing Poetry

Didn’t write a poem today.

October 23rd,
heavy with autumn’s first cold,
numbing despite British tea.
Words played movie-like
across my screen,
pictures just out of focus
in that maddening way:
the smell of marble swirling,
the feel of air, not quite ripe.

I didn’t write a poem today.

Did I?

by Anni Macht Gibson
Unfinished and other poems

a celtic prayer

Deep peace of the
Running waves to you.

Deep peace of the
flowing air to you.

Deep peace of the
Quiet earth to you.

Deep peace of the
shining stars to you.

Deep peace of the
Son of peace to you.

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