I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Holy Laughter
How did those priests ever get so serious
and preach all that gloom?
I don’t think God tickled them yet
Beloved – hurry
St.
Teresa of Avila
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Ah
God
We seem to become such
dour creatures in your name
our faith
is somber because
we have loaded it down with so much
shame and guilt
we take on such weight
and then all too freely pass it on
remind us O Sacred One
of grace
and love
may each moment of sunilight
each bit of glistening snow
each cloud
each tree
each smile
lighten our hearts
and tickle our souls
and bring
holy
laughter
to our lips
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