anatomy

monsieur rodin
how did you come to know
that more than skin and bones
anatomy
is shaped by
the condition
of the soul?

you sculpted breath
out of marble
and cast invisible tears
in bronze

 anatomy of awakening

anatomy of confusion

anatomy of dignity

anatomy of betrayal

anatomy of surrender



                      

anatomy of departing/remaining

anatomy of joy

anatomy of passion

anatomy of creation



This post is in response to the prompt
"anatomy"
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avalanche

(just when i thought
a lull was in sight)

the only word

to name this week
could be

         avalanche

   (of papers)
   (of people)

   (of need)

in the middle

of the thunder
i let go

i held my breath
and let the chaos
of it all
rush by

today the air
is still

wreckage abounds

but i am
breathing

"Avalanche"
by Hillsong United

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for inspiration :-)

How To Be Alone

because i was alone
on this sweltering summer day
my senses keen to my surroundings
i saw this relic
perched on the stone
and imagined the man
to whom it belonged
vanishing off the path
into a new dimension....

How To Be Alone

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(for anyone who needs the inspiration!)

Joshua 1:9  "Have I not commanded you?  Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."

The Bruised Reed

The Bruised Reed

                       Max Lucado

It stood with assurance.

Head held high on strong stalk

But that was before the careless bump, the harsh rain.

Now it's bruised, bent. Weakened.

It seeks gentle fingers to straighten and not break.

It needs a firm touch to heal and not to hurt.

Tender power.

Soft Strength.

Is there such a hand?

This is posted with much gratitude to Mat Gardella from Trinity Seminars for traveling (back) to New Jersey this weekend. You always show us how to use our gentle fingers and firm touch to move in love.

www.trinityseminars.webs.com

waiting

collection
of
beautifully broken
hopes
suspended 
in
winter

waiting

The Twelfth Day of Christmas (a few hours past)

 

let me deepen past
the perception of my eyes
into the understanding
of my heart

like the Magi
who bowed to an infant
knowing He was
the Savior King

that i may

follow the light
of Your path
with courage

and know the peace
of Your presence
within me

Matthew 2:9-11 ⁹ After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. ¹⁰ When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. ¹¹ On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.

photo:  Glasgow Cathedral, 2010

Eleventh Day of Christmas: dreams

The Tenth Day of Christmas: special prayer

to the mom who waits for her daughter to take a breath after a seizure so her lips and cheeks can pink again

to the mom who hopes that this will be the year her son will talk

to the mom who wonders if her son is safe while he sleeps away from her

to the mom who prays that her son will soon stand on his own

to the mom who "listened" to her son and educated him in a counter-cultural way so he would thrive

to the mom who will never parent her son to independence because he will always have the mind of a child

to all of you who breathe grace and strength beyond your own humanity, I am not wise enough to know how to pray for your needs but I call upon the Helper who intercedes to bless you with His presence and peace and joy tonight and throughout the new year.  You are on my mind and deep in my heart tonight.

The Ninth Day of Christmas: deep

breathing from

my deep

suspended in

my need

i cry out

and await

Your reply

"I hear you"

i am

learning to listen

to the Deep

******

going off the deep-end...good or bad?

   That would depend

   on if, at the end,

        my hope in You deepened.

The Eighth Day of Christmas: reminder

winter morning sun
illuminates the table
as i ready for my workday...


simple beauty
   halt my hurry
   remind me to breathe
   open my eyes to see
   what lays before me

The Seventh Day of Christmas: invitation

how many times have I stood

on a shifting shoreline

and drawn a line in the sand

only to have walloping surf wash it away?

my linear

finite

empty demands

cannot withstand

Your undulating

i n f i n i t e

powerful waters

and the incomprehensible invitation

to walk out

and meet You

face to face