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.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Spirit Hands
They can be a great help – words
they can become the spirit’s hands
and lift and
caress
you
Meister
Eckhart
________________________________________
Words
words
words
words
words
words
we say
it is nothing but words
and yet, and yet
praise or complaint
love or hate
all comes spilling forth from our
souls
through words
written or spoken
with deep listening
and loving speech
we can indeed be
healers
_____________________________
Lord this day
May I have eyes that see
Ears that hear
And may my words
be
spirit
hands
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