Prayer of St Francis

The first prayer my Grandmother taught megranny-coatesLord, make me an instrument of your peace
where there is hatred, let me sow love
where there is injury, pardon
where there is doubt, faith
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light
where there is sadness, joy

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled, as to console
to be understood, as to understand
to be loved, as to love
For it is in giving that we receive
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life

Monday meditation

Buddha was asked, ‘What have you gained from meditation?’ He replied, ‘Nothing!’ However the Buddha said, let me tell you what I lost: Anger, Anxiety, Depression, Insecurity, Fear of Death

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Immerse yourself in gracious silence.
Taste the waters of tender mercy.
Feel the gentle breeze of adoration.
Launch your vessel
beyond the habitation of disorder.
The present moment stills turbulent waters.
Let the seagulls navigate you,
beyond translucent wonder.
Watch the sun illuminate the cosmos.
Feel the coolness of a placid lagoon.
Listen to the movement of gentle waves
against the silence.
Look up at the covering of the iridescent azure.
The quagmire of agony will disappear beyond your vision
as you journey
to tranquility’s shore.

©2017

A letter to the Brave

“Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You’ve taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.”
Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

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To the brave,
the ones who never give up, in spite of fear.
Your bravery has been noted,
it is contagious.
You spur us on to overcome our own cowardice!

To those who believe in their own truth.
Those who have stood beside the wounded on the battlefield.
This cohesion energizes
the downcast.

Alone we are timid,
faint of heart,
boats without rudders,
adrift on a sea of uncertainty!
Fear contaminates us,
it speaks untruth,
belittles and undermines us!

They say that courage is not the absence of fear
but the triumph over it!

Sometimes courage is found in unlikely places.
It is found in group fellowship,
where hopelessness finds recovery.
Deep and dark shame is shared,
never walking alone.

Courage marches through the streets
fighting for justice
singing songs
pressing forward in solidarity
awaking the unconscious.

Courage confronts bullies.
Valor sends rescuers out to risk their own lives.
Fearlessness saves victims from rising waters.
Courage speaks up for those who have no voice.

Why is courage lacking in a world of hurt
and misery?
Maybe we are mesmerized into silence
when we see wrong doing!
Numbness overcomes us in the face of cruelty
and chaos!

Many among us,
stand up,
having faced their own demons.
Their vulnerability shows up where adversity lives.
Reputations get thrown away,
as they expose themselves to peril.
They have not lost faith
when a windstorm of mayhem
swirls around them.

My cowardice is visible
I long to throw it into obscurity.
I wish to imbibe courage
and let it reign over me!
Too long have I feared what people think.
Timidity has darkened my door,
it has stunted my growth.
Am I afraid to hurt feelings,
while I put aside my own hurt?
I must admit that I’m petrified to stand up for what I believe.
I fear the backlash.

But who am I without courage?
I’m just a ship in safe harbor,
a with-holder of my own personal truth.
Maybe even a denier of the divine within me!
I wonder?
On whose side do I stand
when I’m afraid to fight against injustice?

If you stand by me
I can be braver
I will be stronger.
Together fear will be overcome!

©2017

Longing for home

So when you feel like hope is gone, look inside you and be strong. And you’ll finally see the truth… that a hero lies in you.
-Mariah Carey, Hero

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The night
he crossed the border,
he left his heart behind.
He tried to hold back the tears,
as he thought of his sad departure
and his heartbroken family.

The truck that brought him there
had traveled for many days.
He was tired and hungry
and missing home.
The journey was hard to bear,
but he knew
he had to keep going.
He had to find a way
to put food on his family’s table.
Many had made the journey
before him.

His wife and children wept
when they saw him go,
but somehow
they understood the necessity.
The cupboards were empty
and their threadbare clothes
reminded them
why he had to go.

He knew he was the one
who could make the long journey.
He was strong enough,
fearless enough to make a home
in a foreign land.
He longed to hold them in his arms
to hush their frightened tears.

He didn’t see them for years
he sent his wages home.
He slept at night alone,
praying in the darkness,
not knowing when he would return.

He tended gardens lovingly,
and he sang to make  time go by.
He dreamed of starting a business
in the small village
where he lived.
But he knew resources where scarce
in his country of birth.

A heroic man,
far from his home.
He left the warm heart of Africa,
an asylum seeker,
to make a better life for his family.
He has bravely borne illness and hardship,
never complaining.
He is bright and cheerful
and thankful for the little he has.
He is an example to many
a bright and shining star!

©2017

Reflections

dreaming

Could it be I’m chasing rainbows?
I’m captivated by birds at play.
Chanting songs of liberation,
hoping for that better day?

Dancing in defining movements,
no matter if I’m out of tune.
Melodies within a heart song,
holding out for joy’s monsoon!

Sometimes waking is fretful.
Wondering what life’s about?
Challenging any sense of purpose
holding back my inner drought!

Some dreams they have to perish,
New life from mournful embers.
Abundant mercies caress sorrow,
mystic visions a soul remembers.

I’m putting away all toxic ambition
as I’m freed from it’s tyrannical hold
Living in harmonious adjustment,
courage and truth, my pot of gold.

The birthing of divine acceptance,
occupying a sacred space.
Sometimes joy and sometimes sorrow
forgiveness is my soul’s embrace!

Music frolicking in my spirit
embracing a melody of its own.
A requiem to my ambition,
I’m hoping that I’ve finally grown!

Pity me not, in this moment,
I’m freer that I’ve ever been!
I’m casting my bread upon the waters
and dining on miraculous cuisine.

©2017