Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

Singing My Child

today
before the
gathering dawn
i saw
my heart
in the
sky
above

i heard
it flying
crying out
in joy
with the
morning
dove

singing
my child
embrace
today
for you are
precious
you are
loved

Posted in Prayers

The Warm Embrace of the Son

when i greet patron star
i acknowledge that i could
not live here without
her eternal fire

when i meet brother son
i embrace the knowledge
that i am loved by
an unquenchable flame

when i am present
to the morning
this gift of another day
the rising sun
and the risen one
created and creator
i bow into the warm
embrace of the holy
and begin this day
with his name
on my tongue

Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

Disconcertation

In the early morning shadows of a curtained room, I hear the dawning of another day.

The rumbling of the waking furnace and the groaning of hot water pipes beneath my feet mixes with the noise of a blue jay outside crying, “Thief! Thief!”

Within the shuttered room of my heart, there is a sense that something precious has been stolen from me in the night while I slept and that I am destined to wander this day wondering what if anything was lost and whether I will find it again.

I can choose to spend my day in such aimless seeking.

Or I can come truly awake, open up the curtains to the gray day, and let the night go.

The thermostat clicks. I feel the rush of hot air through the ducts of the house.

Outside it is quiet. The blue jay has disappeared.

Posted in Prayers

Dodging Raindrops

I am still not a friend to my brokeness.
I am too often a spectator to my life.

I continue to be uncomfortable with my silence.

I spend too much time dodging raindrops.

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree

My Door Is Not Always Open

img_20160705_084404.jpgMy door is not always open.
Sometimes I lock it up tight,
pull a chair into the shadows, and turn off all the lights.

I wrap my hands around the warmth of a cup of green tea.
I sit and I sip and I ponder the mystery that is me.

I do not answer the door.
I do not get up for the phone.
For beck and call love to conspire against any time alone.

The mug is cold and empty now.
The door unlocked again.
Having been a friend to myself I can now be a friend to friend.

November 2, 2007

Posted in Prayers

The One Necessary Thing

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i wish i could rest
the seat is there
arms open and waiting
but there is so much to do

i don’t have time to sit down
i circle around
trying to ignore its invitation
if not now when?

suddenly i am sitting there
listening
i feel the morning breeze
i look up at a crow flying over
i hear the birdsong in the trees

Posted in Prayers

Here Below

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Here below we mourn the death of a child while in the playroom above I hear the sound of another’s running feet.

Here below we live between birth and dying while above the heavens remind us of the hand that guides us through the journey.

In life and in death we belong to God.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Posted in Religion & Sprituality

Meditation

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Three things I notice as I sit down before the candle;

The church is cold.
These faces glowing in the darkness have joined the silence without me.
An empty chair has been placed within the circle by them for me.

1997

Posted in Religion & Sprituality

Construction – Retreat Notes

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Make reflection an integral part of construction. Take 5 minutes out of every hour of work to meditate and reflect.

Instead of simply seeing work as getting something done, when we build, something happens inside of us.