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.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Faith
Faith is the word that describes the direction our feet
start moving when we find that we are loved. Faith is stepping out into the
unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.
Frederick
Buechner, “Magnificant Defeat”
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the land looks tired
in the waste-land of mid-summer
the mountains loom brown and brooding
the snow is long gone
and streams once wild and chatter
are quiet and diminished
the grass, brittle
reflect the morning sun
which gleams hotly through
the dry gold
flowers and horses both droop
heads bowed to the ground
oppressed
yet the morning air blows cool
off of the hills
a hint of things to come
and so day becomes night
and night becomes day
and we travel on
trusting in the seasons
and in the snows to come
and trusting too
in Sacred love
which invites us ever on
no matter how tired
and dry
into the next moment
where wonders
lurk
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