A List
Date: May 18th, 2008 11:42:55 am - Subscribe


Appreciation
and
Affection
and
Attraction
not
Aggravation
and
Apathy
and
Avoidance

Is there an
AMEN
in this Audience
of One?

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Silencio
Date: Mar 20th, 2008 5:52:43 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed


The celebratory silent night
of but what seems a blink ago
recedes religiously
as the truer silent night

of suffering, sacrificial love
of oozing self-emptying,
of undying -- wait -- no,
of dying passion

settles anew upon our faithful
ritual of remembrance.

Shadows will be present,
then be snuffed out.

Silencio will saturate every soul.
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Not the Whole Pot Again!
Date: Feb 8th, 2008 12:40:45 pm - Subscribe
Mood: spazzy


Lord, could you kindly calm
my caffeinated, hurried heart?

It's pulsing in the back of my neck!

And pushing me on this holy trek!

Could you, Lord, could you kindly ...
un-brew my brain?

Decaffeinate my soul?

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Just, Must
Date: Feb 8th, 2008 12:34:03 pm - Subscribe
Mood: humbled


Today I must, just
be.

Unconcerned with pull of plot,
who I am, who I'm not.

I must, just
be.

Inattentive to tick and tock,
of calls, computers, constant clock.

Must, just
be.

Oblivious to being bright and bold,
only barefooted and bare-souled.

Just
be.

Present in pause with pregnant heart,
is how I cease, how I start.

Be.
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Early Morn at Esther's
Date: Dec 11th, 2007 7:46:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: accepted


Eating artery cloggers
here at Edith's
on a life frozen day
here in Lebanon.

My mastication is
a meditation.

The morning light makes me
ever more aware ... I am ...
addicted
to surviving.

I just keep cooking.

My soul pilot-light does not ever dim;
for my soul pilot is Christ.

And still ...

this heart attack,
this habitual arrest of authenticity
for the sake of surviving.

I want, instead, to live into the Love ...
all it's peace, passion ...
to integrate, consecrate! into
authentically being me.

Thank you, Edith,
your atmosphere is fearless.
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Cold Progress
Date: Nov 25th, 2007 7:37:02 am - Subscribe
Mood: sour


Began with whisper soft spider steps
dancing in my throat.

Grew to scraping spider slides,
same dance floor.

Before long, the feeling of weeping
arachnids filled my nose.
Bless you, bless you, bless you ...

Now, somehow,
a tarantula is lodged
in my chest ... cramped ...
causing sleeplessness
and the unsettled bewilderment ...

How am I to preach today?



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The Scent
Date: Nov 13th, 2007 1:38:31 pm - Subscribe
Mood: quiet


The sense of the scent
triggered a strong memory
of sadder times
in adolescence.

Organic, grief-stricken,
lost myself in the air
as if I somehow wafted back
through air and hours and years.

In a split-second,
I returned, feeling older,
wiser?
Grateful.
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Pile & Pounce
Date: Nov 10th, 2007 8:21:19 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed


The crisp-brown clutter
all over the yard.

What to do?

Pile it up! Pounce upon it!

Don't just capture it
'neath metal wire
and in the camera lense ...

Don't just give the go for the younger ones ...

Get in there! Piles are for pouncing.
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Bubble
Date: Nov 9th, 2007 4:01:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: focused


The Spirit sighs,
a new bubble is born
and I
within it.

Fragile, fluid, floating refractor of Light.

I am safe in here,
though the air often has an air
of alone ... wait, perhaps a better word ...
solitude.
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Outage
Date: Nov 6th, 2007 7:27:31 am - Subscribe
Mood: sluggish


Early morning outage
alerted sleeping children
to the deep darkness,
the noiseless space,
the eerie cocoon of their sleep.

Wimpering,
shuffling,
finding the security blankets
of mom and dad
soon followed,
along with hours more of
sniffling, squirming, and copious amounts of
"What time is it?"

Soggy day now,
though power is back on,
leaving only the outage of
lost sleep.
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The Letter C
Date: Oct 26th, 2007 9:06:06 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed


Contemplative is
completely attentive.

Spiritual direction?

Being completely attentive
-- contemplative --
toward the love in your heart
which, in purest essence,
is the love of God
in the fullness of time,
your time ... all time.
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Of Abodes and Roadblocks
Date: Oct 22nd, 2007 6:41:32 am - Subscribe
Mood: alive


Began this day, again
with flickers of perspectives
from around the world
within nature.

Color concentrated on tattooing my heart.

Details danced to delight my soul.

Insects, flowers, leaves, water foul and
oh! that sparrow ...

Such incredible beauty
beyond the human constructs
of abodes and roadblocks.
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