Trying to Pray (poem by Twyla M. Hansen)
With my arms raised in a vee,
I gather the heavens and bring
my hands down slow together,
press palms and bow my head.
Prayer
The Saga of my Stolen Painting
I’m grateful for the great park ranger staff who genuinely cared about the right outcome, and wholeheartedly wanted to solve (and did!) this unusual mystery.
Listen (Poem by Barbara Crooker)
I want to tell you something. This morning is bright after all the steady rain, and every iris, peony, rose, opens its mouth, rejoicing.
Manual (Poem by by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer)
To pour water over the aloe, the cyclamen, the jade plant, the cactus, this, too, is prayer.
Fresh Translation of the Lord’s Prayer from Aramaic
Create your reign of unity now- Your one desire then acts with ours, as in all light, so in all forms.
The Moor (Poem by R.S. Thomas)
It was like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot,
Breath held like a cap in the hand.
It was quiet.
More than the Slightest Ways (New Poem by Polly Castor)
Words and thoughts may be only the slightest ways to pray.
Snow Photos
The snow is up now over the wheel wells on our cars in the driveway, and shoveling out will commence later today.
The One Recurring Response (Poem by Susan McBride Els)
All prayers– even the wild and savage ones– point to the one recurring response: Yes, its always love.
Concerns to Pray About or Do Something About
I hope posts such as this one help myself and you be part of the solution, which is a different, but very valid, form of amplifying good.
Recent Pages in my Bible Lesson Journal
I find the process of journaling while I study really helpful for making it my own. Plus it makes it more fun.
Courage (Quote by Edward Everett Norwood)
It is foolish and sinful to doubt the goodness and power of God.All of good is everywhere, never divided nor limited, and enough for all.
My Heart Goes Out to LA
I want you to know– especially you southern Californians that are experiencing the devastation of the recent fires– that I’ve been praying for you.
The Practice of Meditation (Poem by Danna Faulds)
It’s a practice, this choice to be
still and know what I know
while allowing the ocean of my
unknowing to scour the mind’s
shoreline until awareness is
laid bare and the subtle sound
of breath vies with silence
for my attention.