grace comes to us unawares

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon?

― Rumi

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grace comes to us unawares

not so much

in moments crafted

to rouse our souls

not in the words of preachers

or the soaring songs of faith

but in the crisp air of morning,

in a sunrise muted

by clarity of sky,

and in the sound

carried through the silence of dawn

of joyful dogs

barking

An Ocean of God

With

passion pray

with passion make love

with passion eat and drink and dance and play

why look like a dead fish

in this ocean

of

God

                                Rumi

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with a body

still buzzing with sleep

and feet like clay

I move into my day

I glance indifferently

as the first rays of sunlight

streak through the woods

my schedule is full

and my soul is fouled

and energy is gone

even the magic elixir

the brown black magic

of coffee cannot

this day

arouse me

to much more than indifference

and yet

and yet

the sun shoots its gold through the trees

the gray sky dissolves into brilliant blue

the day is full of the Sacred

it is time to breathe

hum

maybe dance on the porch

and celebrate the day

there is an ocean of God out there

splash

splash

Old Photo

Old photos

pass across my screen

digitized memories

of place and people

I one knew

faces familiar

and yet not familiar

young faces grown old

faces long gone

their presence just a memory

smiles

tears

hope

fear

are all there

so too community

and love

good people

caring people

the people who shaped my life

and made me who I am

for better or for worse

but mostly for better

there is nothing quite like a picture

album

to bring to life the way the Sacred works

to illustrate compassion and grace

the family

of

God