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.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
The Holy Ones
The holy ones whom God gave you to save are
everyone you meet or look upon, not knowing who they are, all those you saw an
instant and forgot, and those you knew a long while since, and those you will
meet yet, the unremembered and the not yet born.
A
Course In Miracles
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they are out there Lord
they drift through my day
some I see clearly
their faces are etched in my mind
haunted hurting
frightened
angry
compassionate faces
some drift vaguely by
unnoticed perhaps
given a glance
nothing more
yet behind each face
the spirit lurks
the sacred dwells
each one
is
set aside
worthy
holy
each one is there
to be noticed
listened to
valued
loved
a sacred trust
give me O Lord
eyes that see
ears that hear
a heart that is open
a Spirit that seeks
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