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, July 23, 2015
There comes a blossoming
“May all that is unlived in you blossom into a future graced
with love.”
― John O'Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom _________________________________________________
Into the grayness of the early dawn
there comes a blossoming
as warmth of light
melts the darkness
and reveals
the gift of creation
always there
but hidden by
the veil of night
flowers open their arms to the sky
mountains thrust boldly into brightening blue
all creation wakes
into the grayness of our lives
there comes a blossoming
as we awaken to the gifts we hold within
love and grace
generosity and compassion
are always there
woven into the fabric of our being
the warmth of our attention
as we visit sacred places
deep within
melts the darkness
and our souls
blaze
with sacred fire
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