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listening

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The sheep follow
because they know the shepherd’s voice.
—John 10.4

There are voices in the streets within:
the sales pitches and the rants,
the thrilled anxiety of lurking disaster,
the voice of the displeased father,
the unhappy mother,
the fearful voices that remind you
how you should fit in and don’t,
what you have to do and can’t,
who you ought to be and won’t.

Don’t listen to that rush of that traffic,
the chanting of those crowds.

Listen beneath the clamor
to the quiet, gentle voice
of One who knows you,
who walks with you,
who accepts your pains
and cherishes your wondering
and bears your deepest longing,
who does not need for you to know
or believe or prove,
but honors who you are
and believes in who you are becoming.

Listen for the voice of One
who gives voice to you when you cannot,
who loves you for your sake alone,
yet gathers you into a blessed flock,
the quiet voice that rises from deep within,
as naturally as grass in springtime,
the sun in the morning,
the voice of love, not fear.

Listen for the voice of the Beloved
and follow that one alone
into this day,
into the gift of your life.

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

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Being Sent Into the World

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Each of us has a mission in life. Jesus prays to his Father for his followers, saying: “As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world” (John 17:18).

We seldom realise fully that we are sent to fulfill God-given tasks. We act as if we have to choose how, where, and with whom to live. We act as if we were simply plopped down in creation and have to decide how to entertain ourselves until we die. But we were sent into the world by God, just as Jesus was. Once we start living our lives with that conviction, we will soon know what we were sent to do.
– Henri Nouwen
http://www.henrinouwen.org

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expect it…

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You would gladly travel great distances in rain,
arriving at dark in foreign places.
You would eagerly await the news, every call
a promise, in invitation.
You would hold your loved ones, feeling them
in your hands even from far away.
You would have a story to tell of gratitude and grace.
You would already be thinking of a new name for yourself

if you knew God’s love were being poured into your life
like a newborn on the way, a grandchild
you have not yet seen.
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Weather Report

Birth,
arriving at all hours,
requiring you to do the same;
with periods of intermittent labor and hope,
precipitating in showers of joy and wonder.
There will be shifting patterns,
and a one hundred percent chance
that Things Will Be Different.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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the power of naming and allowing to remain un-named

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Words
by Dana Gioia

The world does not need words. It articulates itself
in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path
are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.
The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.
The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.

And one word transforms it into something less or other—
illicit, chaste, perfunctory, conjugal, covert.
Even calling it a kiss betrays the fluster of hands
glancing the skin or gripping a shoulder, the slow
arching of neck or knee, the silent touching of tongues.

Yet the stones remain less real to those who cannot
name them, or read the mute syllables graven in silica.
To see a red stone is less than seeing it as jasper—
metamorphic quartz, cousin to the flint the Kiowa
carved as arrowheads. To name is to know and remember.

The sunlight needs no praise piercing the rainclouds,
painting the rocks and leaves with light, then dissolving
each lucent droplet back into the clouds that engendered it.
The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always—
greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.

arriving home to meet yourself

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And then there comes a moment
when all you have suffered
all you have learned
all you have lost and found
rise up and become
and suddenly you are
here
you are
who you dreamed of being
so many years ago
suddenly you have arrived
at what you caught glimpses of
for so many years
and the search,
the free fall of broken dreams,
broken hearts
broken everything
tumbling down rabbit holes
stumbling over the feet
of your own lack of knowledge
is over
for a moment
you find yourself on solid ground
stable
steady
raising your Ebenezer
those tributes to God
for all the mighty stones of help
in coming to this place
building this foundation on the solid rocks
you know so well
and though the pilgrimage may continue
though the journey is definitely not over
though life is fragile
and security an illusion
though the mystery is bigger than ever
there is a new sureness to your step
you love the questions with no answers
you will go from this place
from a different plane
always opening
opening
a new level has been achieved
a trusting unshakable has come
a calm in it all wraps around as a mantle
a new assurance of provision
a new traveling song to be sung as you walk forward
always forward
always pilgrim ready for new adventures
forgetting the names of what lay behind
you press on to your calling
the prize set before
reveling in the mercies ever new
for each new day
there is no stopping now
you have found something
which cannot ever be taken
you have arrived here by your own determination
reached a place
both spiritual and physical
a place of such magnitude
the light shines from every angle
it has sealed up the oldest sores
bound up the deepest wounds
satisfied the deepest longings
changed everything
settled old scores with finality
no longer will you settle for less than you deserve
no more will you tolerate anything less than your best and highest offerings
you must be all you can be
gratitude fills you for this place
a place so lovely
it can bear up
even under the weight
of your hearts wildest desires
with just this simple name
it resounds inside our souls like a bell –
home
yes, beloved,
you are home.
right where you belong.
all are welcome here.

AL 3/22/14

The mind that comes to rest is tended in ways that it cannot intend: is borne, preserved and comprehended by what it cannot comprehend. – Wendell Berry

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Let us then labour for an inward stillness,
An inward stillness and an inward healing,
That perfect silence where the lips and heart are still,
And we no longer entertain our own imperfect
Thought and vain opinions,
But God above speaks in us,
And we wait in singleness of heart,
That we may know His will,
And in the silence of our spirit
That we may do His will,
And do that only…
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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black & white & stars & night

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wholeness

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tasting ashes

I sit with the ghost of ashes
on my forehead
still raw and sore
feeling the sting and exhaustion
that comes from vulnerability
in the face of possible rejection.
I feel rejected, judged.
I feel unworthy,
even as I know I don’t need to be
I felt under dressed,
one of my hardest, most shame-filled, pettiest horrors in life.
Vanity is always my snake in the grass.
I feel judged as less than,
even though I do not know that for sure.
Yet, I feel it is true.
I feel broken,
crushed,
I sit in the ash heap of my life,
reflected in the broken story I have to tell.
my truth –
it’s so ugly
so jagged
how can it ever be redeemed?
how can I possibly be arrogant enough to think that God will use me,
even bless me?
Because He already has.
Because He sees me through Christ
Because the truth is, I am loved and he is making beauty right in these ashes
even this moment.
If I have ever believed that for sure –
then this is the time to truly believe it.
No matter the judgement of anyone.
No matter the temptation which these feelings bring.
yes, this is the temptation of satan –
to tempt me to feel unworthy and less than,
like I don’t belong,
like I can’t make new choices,
so that I turn away and give up.
So I do not risk this feeling
by just not telling my truth,
but just dress well and always ‘fit in’.
So that I just begin taking my life in my own hands and making something happen for myself,
as I am tempted to do each moment.
I want to heap the ashes on my head,
sit in them
and rip my already hole-y sweat pants even more.
I want to wail – instead of this civilized way of crying with tissues catching my overactive sinus production.
I want to run far away and lie on a beach.
I want someone to tell me I’m pretty,
I’m the victim,
Life’s unfair.
Yes, I am tasting ashes for lent.
Today, I am very aware of my inefficiencies.
I bow with humility.
I bow in gratitude.
I have nothing in myself.
Yet! (there is hope!!!)
The only thing that I truly need to know is that God’s mercy is new for me today!
My next choice is the only one that matters!
In Christ I stand!!!
Thank God
I already know!
Easter is coming!!

AL 3/6/14

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The affection that created us waits to bless and heal us. – John O’Donohue

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Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance. – Hans Urs von Balthasar

A reverence of approach awakens depth and enables us to be truly present where we are. When we approach with reverence great things decide to approach us. Our real life comes to the surface and its light awakens the concealed beauty in things. When we walk on the earth with reverence, beauty will decide to trust us. Beauty is mysterious, a slow presence who waits for the ready, expectant heart. – John O’Donohue

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