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Thoughts on a Contemplative Reformation is for the Intersection of Contemplative Practice and Congregational Ministry. Read articles and poems that will help to connect to god and gives you knowledge about him in a very beautiful manner.
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1w ago
To be human again
With all my heart, I wish to be
human, together, to see
myself in your eyes, to feel your heart
in my heart, beating with one great pulse
that echoes in the canyon of our soul.
There was one moment when we sat
beside each other and watched
a new sun stretch its arms
and fling light across the inky darkness,
yearning for that first fresh day.
The words that shaped the world
still dripped from tender leaves.
Do you remember that sunrise
when we could taste the light
like honey and lemon on our lips?
When the birds sang for the first time?
There is always a push
that ..read more
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2w ago
Listen for the groaning
“Give us a king!”
the people cried and tossed
their parched souls into the air,
soon to land on the dirt
like rose petals thrown on his path
to so-called greatness.
Some say this is a time of grasping,
but is it not a time of yielding instead?
We are seduced by the oily fear which whispers
the greatest lie: that we are separate,
that we do not share one great life.
I wish I could tell you
it will be painless,
but birth never is.
The watchful eye will not blink
as voices clamor and
wisdom searches for a foothold
to press against chaos once again.
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1M ago
In the End is the Word
We are born listening,
collecting words in our souls
like chrysalises in glass jars,
each word a shade of color, a hue,
each one reflecting the light.
In the end, we die with only
one word on our lips, one word
which stands silently
by our side as our soul looks
across the wide open field
once more, where sparrows fly,
only now to see the horizon
which calls us onward.
We carry this word with us,
a jewel in our hands,
our pearl of great price,
offering it to the one who stands
by the golden door, the one
who watches with loving eyes.
We press our lips gently
to our o ..read more
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1M ago
Enchantment
A scorched tree stands bare
against the full moon,
limbs like arms straining to reach
higher in a perpetual prayer
to the ones we were told
are always watching.
On the bleakest day
the cold spirit of greed
scours the bare ground, searching
for the one remaining morsel
to claim and hold high
in the pursuit of profit,
an offering to the hollow god
whose thirst can never be
quenched.
A lady walks softly on the ground,
her bag of seeds held close
as she gently tosses promises
into the earth, who is glad to welcome
the hope of new life taking root.
The wisest know
the truest prayers ..read more
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2M ago
Trinity Sunday, 2024
John 3:1-15
Today is Trinity Sunday, that interesting Sunday when we so often focus on finding ways to describe the interrelationship between Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; between Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer; between Lover, Beloved, and Love. Rather than pursue such theological gymnastics, my heart was led this year to explore how we experience the living and healing presence of the Creator, the Living Force that permeates all our life and binds us together. So, this is a different sort of Trinity Sunday sermon
Sometimes with a story, it is important to know what was ..read more
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2M ago
A Wild Healing
Something is being born,
and with all birth comes blood
tinged with a certain pain.
Precarious: pertaining to prayer.
We reach out, yearning
for solid ground in raging storms.
A hand etches lines in soft stone,
coaxing sounds out of their hiding places.
Letters and phrases line up like bashful choristers
standing in fresh robes.
Imagination is the great force
that calls forth flesh
from that place where holy things rest,
waiting for that clear moment when–
Let there be.
A wild healing is upon us now,
a time of breaking down
and breaking through, a tearing
of tight bo ..read more
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2M ago
Our Lady of Grace:
A Reflection on Compassion and Presence
Stuart Higginbotham
Images matter. Image, on one level, can be a superficial thing when we focus only on outward appearance, seeking to fit into a mold or gain approval. Image, on a more profound level, is a way to engage the dynamic truths that draw our souls to reflect and gauge on the meaning of life. Human beings have drawn to the potential of images to describe the great mysteries of life since we first drew cave paintings on walls by firelight. Sometimes words fall short, and an image can better approach the questions we carry i ..read more
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3M ago
The Green One Rises
Lie down, lie down now.
Press your ear to the cool earth.
Listen for the steady heartbeat,
your face wet from the morning dew.
Stretch out slowly and notice
how the ground does not conform to you,
that your spine molds to the soil.
Your body will recognize itself
given time.
Look up now, with gentle eyes.
Maple leaves, like hawks, are best seen
from beneath.
Now, the Green One rises and speaks
with a voice like gently scraping stones.
You hear for the first time
a story you have always known.
The most ancient truths are written
with roots, not ink.
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3M ago
Root Mother
I do not see you
as much as I feel you–
know you, the way I know
my bones hold me upright as I walk,
or the pressure of bare feet on cool grass.
You, Root Mother, draw my eyes downward
to the earth, where the heart of life beats,
the deep throb beneath
all the distractions we call life.
Root Mother, yes, that is the best name
I can give you, although your true name
sounds more like water over stone
or the creak of growing corn.
Some truths are hidden,
tucked away in the holy darkness,
far from my dissecting mind,
yet I know they are there,
safe in your hands.
Who says I must u ..read more
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4M ago
Snake oil salesman
The wagon creaks as it rolls,
wheels strained from the load
of hollow promises stacked full.
How is it that the snake oil salesman
knows the perfect time to enter
the town, calling out to the crowd,
enticing them with bold claims
of quick and certain cures?
Is it something in him?
Is it something in me?
He arranges all the items
they believe they need,
with well-designed labels
and slick branding.
The vials glint in the sun,
as do his eyes when he sees
their attention fixed on him,
their yearning for a better day
warped by his hunger to be adored.
All day he offers a f ..read more