they carried promise
fealty, worship, sorrow,
giving the unseen
An opportunity embraced as we sat on the hill with cigar and cognac. This was the beginning of a conversation. It was a gift we didn’t expect. A street table ringed by dreamers, sketching possibilities and parties. The steps and avenues coming to life around us as we sat under the sacred heart. A gathering of misfits merging from cheap hotel rooms and packed cars. The plans had been lost somewhere along rural rail tracks and we were free. Free to share stories and find common energies amongst the night life of Paris. So many years ago now, but such an important time. Troubadours and story tellers, God speakers and pioneers, partners and priests forming new worlds, moving in the neon shadows and giving birth to something still growing. As the trains stood still paths were woven together momentarily and then off in new directions, setting sail across oceans spiritual and physical, reshaping institutions and sending others on pilgrimages of their own. The drinkers and smokers, the prophets and poets that sat together that evening became friends and collaborators. We’ve sung and celebrated together, we’ve painted and written, we’ve changed laws and reimagined the future, we’ve dreamt of heaven and seen it on earth. For all of that and moments shared I thank you.
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I don’t make new year resolutions, I don’t believe in saving up change for one day a year…
So my prayer is that whenever the need for change happens in your life you will find the courage and the confidence to make it! May you be surrounded by people who love you for who you are not what you give to them or what you might become. May you have friends who want to journey with you and who allow you to journey with them. May you know when to jump in and take risks and go on adventures. May you know when to be still and to be in the stillness. May you know what to give up because it drains you and what to pick up because it gives you energy. I pray that the next four seasons will flow with blessing, learning, grace and love for you and those you love.
Thank you if you’ve viewed. liked or followed any of my poems this Advent. This has been my first real attempt at poetry! I’ve very much appreciated you even looking at my first fruits. Because of you I will keep writing and blogging! Thank you!
May you blessed in the dawning of the true light that chases away the darkness.
May you be blessed in the birthing of a new future where grace rules.
May you be blessed in the shining of prodigal peace, whatever your story.
May the father & mother God look on you with mercy and love.
May the Son grant you the knowledge of the love and acceptance of God.
May you be blessed by Creator,
Redeemed by the Son,
Given breath by the Spirit
In this hollow night the heart that has beaten within has been born.
What was known but not known is now met.
In this time of hatred, anger and division,
there is now grace.
In this lonely place we are no longer alone in our fear.
We have a new Mother and Father,
what was once all mighty has chosen to be humbled,
made vulnerable and fragile.
I may never hold the child or feel his pulse,
I may never hear his cry or see his smile,
But I am there and he is here.
I can join the choir and sing the song of the angels,
I can reach out my hand in wonder and desperation.
For unto US a child is born.
In this hollow land the love that was held by few has been born afresh.
I must play my part and give myself in gift.
I can put down my baggage and follow now.
I can begin again and be reborn,
humbled, made vulnerable, fragile.
In the child I am born,
In the grace I am forgiven,
In the love I am embraced,
In the peace I must walk.
Hallelu-jah, the light has come and filled the darkness.
Over the fertile hills,
The deep sky tore wide open,
Melodies of light
Prayer for the mothers,
Bearers of all we become,
Hosts of the divine.
Is this grieving here,
This moment of arrival,
Mourning the journey