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, October 25, 2015
Present in our Presence
Holy are you, O Lord, holy, blessed and One.
Holy are you, and generous
for you have flooded my heart
with the light of your way,
and you have raised up in me
the Tree of Life.
You have shown me a secret Garden,
unseen within the seen.
Now am I joined soul and spirit
present in your Presence ----
-
Symeon the New Theologian ( Byzantine monk, poet )
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So often it seems
the heart runs dry
the road we travel is all too often
dry
and barren
a waste land
and yet
and yet
present in our presence
life giving
nurturing
refreshing
the blessed
and generous One
filling
and refilling
our tired heart
that we might live
truly live
another day
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