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promise keeper

 to make a promise…

Make a place of prayer, no fuss,
just lean into the white brilliance 
and say what you needed to say
all along, nothing too much, words
as simple and as yours and as heard
as the bird song above your head
or the river running gently beside you,
let your words join to the world 
the way stone nestles on stone
the way the water simply leaves 
and goes to the sea,
the way your promise 
breathes and belongs 
with every other promise 
the world has ever made. 

Now, leave them to go on, 
let your words alone 
to carry their own life,
without you, let the promise 
go with the river. 
Have faith. Walk away.



TO MAKE A PROMISE by David Whyte

 

So easy to miss the moment.
Just this.
This inhale. . . . this exhale. . . .
This dawn of dark clouds streaked with light.
This smile, this ache, this laughter, these tears. . . 
As we slip into the water of this week unfolding before us.
             ~ Oriah

  

Listen to Gavin McGraw sing Follow Through http://youtu.be/dr2o8Ir30Zc

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declaration Β 

 
THIS IS ENOUGH! 

Listen to John Legend sing All of Me http://youtu.be/Mk7-GRWq7wA 

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What haunts us are not the dead, but the gaps left within us by the secrets of others.Β Β  Β – Maria Torok & Nicholas AbrahamΒ 

 

sometimes. 
I don’t know what to say. 
sometimes. 
The very words catch behind
safe guards of emotion. 
sometimes. 
Speech refuses to commence. 
sometimes. 
Words pool behind the locked door. Waiting. 
sometimes. 
I lay and pray the words you don’t want to hear will dissolve inside me. 
sometimes.  
Silence fills the outside air. 
sometimes. 
Inside air is thick and muggy,
like the rain forest 
or Savannah in August. 
sometimes. 
I go to sleep with heavy lungs,
weight of the unspoken hanging like the world between us. 
sometimes. 

ACL 6/19/13

      

Listen to Sara Bareilles sing Brave http://youtu.be/QUQsqBqxoR4 

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hummingΒ 

 
  

One old man keeps humming the same few notes
of some song he thought he had forgotten
back in the days when as he knows there was
no word for life in the language 
and if they wanted to say eyes or heart
they would hold up a leaf and he remembers
the big tree where it rose from the dry ground
and the way the birds carried water in their voices
they were all the color of their fear of the dark
and as he sits there humming he remembers
some of the words they come back to him now
he smiles hearing them come and go

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Parts of a Tune by W. S. Merwin

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Just lying on the couch and being happy. 
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t

monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven

left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.

You can shake your head. You can frown.

Any Morning by William Stafford

 
    

 Listen to James Taylor sing You’ve Got A Friend http://youtu.be/xEkIou3WFnM

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always return

 

 


When I was the stream, when I was the

forest, when I was still the field,

when I was every hoof, foot,

fin and wing, when I 

was the sky

itself,


no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever

wondered was there anything I might need,

for there was nothing

I could not

love.


It was when I left all we once were that 

the agony began, the fear and questions came,

and I wept, I wept. And tears

I had never known

before. 


So I returned to the river, I returned to 

the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,

I beggedβ€”I begged to wed every object

and creature, 


and when they accepted,

God was ever present in my arms.

And He did not say,

β€œWhere have you

been?” 


For then I knew my soul – every soul- has always held

Him. 

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“When I Was the Forest” by Meister Eckhart 

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Listen to Kari Jobe sing Be Still My Soul http://youtu.be/mq59iE3MhXM

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love heals the wound it makes….

 

Turning

Love is a mystery…

Wait! You already have it wrong

So do I!

And that’s the meaning of the song!

 

I gave it away for once,

The meaning;

What I’m saying…

Is the question still gone?

 

I’m going to twist these rhymes

And hold them till the end,

For I am the waiting comma;

And the semicolon you won’t send…

 

The ellipsis at the turn…

And the truth around the bend

The silent, waiting answer,

The wound that will not mend?

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by Matthew Mele
  
Listen to Eva Cassidy Time is a Healer http://youtu.be/ttl-W-hVDpQ 
 
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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!

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by Matthew Mele

 

 

 

 

 

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

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grace never runs from trouble

 

She Surrenders

Completely
She surrenders her pen
She surrenders her sword
To listen
Intently
Trusting the beat of her heart to begin to rise
The warmth in her spirit to be lifted
For her to return to her Golden Center
Where love is in charge

Trusting
She surrenders her time 
She surrenders her thoughts
To be still
In the moment
Guided by the rhythm that life has given her
Supported by the unknown in ways she can never understand
Hearing the beat of the universe return to her Golden Center
Where love is in charge

Grounded
She surrenders her anger
She surrenders her pain
Knowing
Absolutely
Feeling the answers flowing through her like a guided light
Probing her body and touching her nerves like an angels kiss
Aligning her spirit with her body as she returns to her Golden Center
Where love is in charge

Supported
She surrenders her anguish
She surrenders her doubt
Confident
Rebalanced
In time she remembers all that she is and that all is well
The heat of her Golden Center
As molten as the energy within core of the earth
Where love is in charge

Revitalized
She surrenders her indecision
She surrenders her life
To Purpose
Serving from Overflow
Sharing her gifts with the world 
Her heartbeat realigned with that of the universe, the sun, the stars and the moon
As long as she keeps returning to her Golden Center 
Where love is in charge
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http://awomanonpurpose.tv/she-surrenders-2/

Alexandra Gold

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connections

 


This is the house that Jack built!
This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat that killed the rat
That ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built!

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This is the House that Jack Built by Anonymous

 

 

 

 
 

 

  Listen to Miranda Lambert The House that Built Me http://youtu.be/DQYNM6SjD_o

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and the sad things begin to be upended… Β  Β  Β – 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 hasn’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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