Ever watchfully we pray we dance to bring on rain, we see storm clouds gather we see them fade away. One thunderclap won’t make the rain fall, the rain gods haven’t heard. If only If only our tears could water the earth. The land is thirsty, the sun has scorched the ground, we long for that joyful moment when the rain pours down! Dark formations move across the skies, we’re ever watchful will heaven hear our cries?
we are made to feel the glory of hallowed earth born from the colors of holy mirth fashioned into mysteries of joy formed to never be destroyed
we have fallen deeply in love with life as we inhale each breath of the divine and we understand the meaning of grace looking death in the eye heaven waits
in the midst of the suffering Jah is near we’ve heard the singing dissolving every fear
while we journey as sacred vessels of light faith has never been a stranger to our plight
“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
I don’t pray anymore, I look up at the skies and see birds flying, taking messages to heaven for me…
I lie on the ground and let the earth absorb all the misery that lives inside me. I watch butterflies dance and I marvel at their perfection, the way they dart between branches…
I don’t pray anymore I allow the planets to align me with their mystical powers, as the moon throws beams of glorious light on me…
I don’t pray anymore I remember when once I was innocent and believed in the miraculous, watching plants grow, reminding me that loving kindness is all I need…
I don’t pray anymore, I taste flowers and bitter herbs and let them color me on the inside. I stand under trees and feel rooted to the sacred earth. I let my body be baptized in the warmth of the Indian Ocean as the tide delivers love letters in the form of broken shells and patterns on the sands…
I don’t pray anymore I pick wildflowers and I let pretty grasses anoint my feet.
I don’t pray anymore, I allow the eyes of children to read me, while I rewrite my own story…
I speak to the darkness more often and watch shadows become lucid dreams…
And when I’m weary and the world gets too much for me I breathe God’s name in and out without vowels YHWH…
I let the sun light my face with freckles and bring the sparkle back to my hair, while the wind caresses my weariness…
And if per-chance you see me kneeling on the sweet earth, perhaps unknowingly I am praying. Is that not the true worship of a believer?
This is a re-worked poem I wrote a year ago inspired by Chelan Harkin’s poem… “Susceptible to Light”…and it’s still true. 🙂
“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
There was a time when we walked with grace held her in our arms we knew each nuance of her face. she sang to us in Psalms…
It was a time of compassion when joy was everywhere when we were healers holding back despair…
There was a time when gladness danced, we held each other tight, joy was palpable and love was our birthright…
When fear had not arrived or moved into our quarters, before walls were built before they closed the borders…
The rains of sorrow came and drowned out our voices in avalanches of fear and loud clanging noises!
let the springtime of grace emerge to rain down loving kindness, as heavy burdens dissipate and wash away our blindness…
Don’t forget that I am a dreamer, hoping for a time when we can be normal again. Or perhaps anewage when there will be no borders between us!
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” ― Reinhold Niebuhr
There was hope on the horizon real hope, hope shaped like normality, but it burst and all its innards spewed out in lost dreams…
they say that hope deferred makes the heart sick, and it does it really does, like an affliction moving over me a slow creep, a contamination and life becomes quite shallow….
So, I collect myself in splattered rooms where hope is laid bare and I pick myself up…
I turn again to gratitude I keep turning until it sees me I keep counting every blessing until I lose count…
surrendering to what I cannot change… right now all I need is wisdom and courage!!
because the sky is still blue, the seas never stop moving and all around me is the sound of beautiful hearts beating…
I enter into love and I always find kindness there!
“God help us to live slowly: To move simply: To look softly: To allow emptiness: To let the heart create for us. Amen.” ― Michael Leunig
In glistening meadows where tall trees grow, feel the softness of an awakened glow, and carve your name into silvery bark, where those before you left their mark,
and in that moment you’ll understand your chosen place in the great expanse, in gatherings where mortals are fully known, under the skies, in likened tones…
And even if you get lost along the way, and sometimes feel deeply afraid, go to the place where light-beings assemble, beneath the boughs of a holy temple, allowing the earth to touch your skin, as you sense a movement of joy within…
I discovered a book called “A Common prayer” ( A cartoonist talks to God) by an Australian cartoonist, writer, painter, philosopher and poet. It’s quite beautiful and real!
“What is to give light must endure burning.” ― Victor Frankl
My thoughts are scattered, with nowhere to land, I wish my body would understand, that flights of fancy don’t ground my being, I’m weighed down by a heavy feeling..
Perhaps Jah will hear my prayers, and guide me safely through these fears beaming light from a higher source and set me gently on another course
that faith may rest on me tonight, in the tenderness of lullabies… That I may awaken from the dread that lurks relentlessly on my bed..
To bring sweet dreams back into view, and so to banish unutterable blues…
I’ve been feeling out of sorts lately, like the words are stuck in my throat and won’t go anywhere, just festering in my body. So many things; the state of the world and present circumstances have weighed me down.. I think I had hoped by now that the age of Aquarius would have begun and the world’s suffering would be over… The Psalmist put his petitions to God, and was honest about his feelings, I will do the same!