Would any seek take root if it had not believed
His promise, when God said,
“Dears I will rain. I will help you. I will turn into
warmth and effulgence
I will be the Mother I am
and let you draw from
My body
And rise, and
rise”
St.
Thomas Aquinas
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How we shape our faith
our belief
How we shape our lives
our attitudes
our feelings
our perceptions
and yes our actions
depends so greatly
upon how we view the Sacred
it depends on whether we see God in
the beauty of nature
and the cycles of death and renewal
or in the brutal ravages of nature
and in the pinched and angry faces
of those who
with passion
tell us we must turn, or burn
today O Sacred One
I choose to find you in the gentle mew of my cat
In the soft nudge of a mare’s nose
In the startling whiteness of new snow
in the love
of compassionate people
and so I will live
and hope
and
rise
thank you
for being
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