Creative with eye and hand…
Relationship treasured…teacher, role model, friend;
monsters rise from within…
reckless abandon chosen…
a life changed…
a friend lost…
and now I do what I know to do this morning – grieve and pray;
then I water the sun-bathed plants that gaze out my office window…
wanting to add to life in whatever small way I can…
winter’s ceaseless haunt,
mirror of our inner soul,
color will bloom – wait…
a Pendle Hill (a Quaker study and retreat center near Philadelphia) conifer…
Life –- jumbled . . . tumbled;
chaotic and confused;
directionless and in disarray;
a palette of paradox . . .
unexpectedly — a snapshot in the sand;
a flash of clarity;
grains of countless hope;
Light begins to dance along side my unsure steps . . .
“jumbled-ness” turns to adventure;
chaos a playground for creativity;
directionless is laced with purpose;
paradox illuminates exquisite hues . . .
my foot pushes from the ground toward the unknown;
a gift imprinted in the sand . . .
A current of anxiety flows steady within;
What is your name?
Expectation?
Fear?
Who are you that muddies the stream?
My spirit is preoccupied —
I bow to murky waters . . .
Eyes turned toward shadows,
I have no notice of the warmth that bathes me — anointing me;
Light illuminating life all around me — within me;
Light bidding me to live love in the present . . .
each “present-moment” accumulating into my future . . .
Awareness slowly dawns . . .
Orientation of genuflect and gaze begins to transform . . .
I wonder what hands have opened this door?
I wonder for what, for whom, and to where?
And I wonder about its story of how it ended up here?
I could ask the same of me…
How will I live this life?
The choice is always before me…
I stand on a precipice;
My eyes gaze upon a vista I do not know…unexplored;
Excitement and anxiety dance within…
I hear a calling…I feel it deep inside my spirit…
a pioneer in a land of discovery…
a pilgrimage toward the sacred – trust…letting go…
