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.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Springtime of the Soul
“Grace is the permanent climate of divine kindness; the
perennial infusion of springtime into the winter of bleakness.”
― John O'Donohue, Divine Beauty: The Invisible Embrace
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outside it is summer
flowers bloom
the grass greens
birds fill the space between the trees
with song
inside
this day
there is a touch of winter
of grayness
there is so much hate floating through the universe
too much death
and illness
that my soul is chilled
and yet there is grace
and the rising of the sun
reminds me of Sacred faithfulness
and Sacred Presence
and the eternal springtime
of
the
soul
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