Blue Ridge Parkway Sunrise…

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Wait…

 

 

 

dawn breaks,

mountains loom,

fog settles in the valleys of our existence . . .

 

We wait . . .

 

dwelling in uncertainty,

paralysis advancing,

peace a faint echo,

perception narrowed

hope’s longing reduced to embers . . .

 

Yet within the mist Mystery abides,

and if we wait,

Light dissipates the valley fog,

what looms, is redefined as beauty . . .

 

In the waiting,

Life rises;

Light dawns;

Again and again . . .

so wait . . .

 

please wait . . .

 

 

Hidden Mountains

 

 

 

 

Light – beautifully, gently – reaches out to kiss creation

 

Illuminating the hidden mountains we climb…

 

 

 

Never to judge…

 

Never to belittle…

 

 

 

But to help us know…

 

we do not climb alone;

 

to help us see…

 

the Light that is greater than the looming peaks;

 

to help us feel…

 

 the Life-Light* dancing in the darkness…

 

a darkness that cannot contain the Life-Light* within.

(*Life-Light: a phrase used by Eugene Peterson in “The Message”)

Divided Life

 

 

 

 

Who is this frozen figure that stands before me?

A mirror’s reflection of what lies within?

What is this dark mountain before me silhouetted by loves light rising?

A likeness of the divided life lived?

Let this day dawn with the courage to risk…

courage to name the permafrost that encapsulates our soul –

                        may the melting begin…

courage to invite Light to break into the dark places in which we hide –

                        may the dance of wholeness begin to flow…

Cape May Sunrise…Sunset…

Because of Cape May’s orientation on the East Coast,  there is the gift of sunrise and sunset over the Atlantic…

 

Hidden Rooms…

 

 

 

 

What is it we hide in the secret rooms of our soul?

And What would happen

– not listening to the beckoning of fear –

if we disclosed what is closed?

Forgiveness?

Judgment?

Creativity unleased?

Failure?

Freedom?

Fear?

That we are truly loved?

 

What are we willing to risk?

How do we want to live?

What is our spirit’s longing?