Sometime one thing becomes another thing and yet stays the same,
Like lovers who marry yet name themselves whole.
The waters can lift us over and over,
As a mother lifts her tired child again and again.
A camera stops time and gives us back to ourselves,
Like a kiss from a lover we know only in dreams.
Our lives are made simply of earth, water, fire, and air,
And yes oh yes of Spirit that brings us life itself.
All these things change and remain and always return
As we walk home again alone with the moon.
What I want to say to the world is this.
For God’s sake, look for the light.
Ancient light that travels years to find us.
For heaven’s sake, pray for peace.
A mind so quiet that peace seems possible.
May what is broken be made whole.
May what is woven together grow strong.
I could go on my knees to say thank you forever.
There was a time when I had time.
This Advent, no prayer but this…amen.
Most Holy One,
You are always inviting
Like the creaking wooden swing on my grandmother’s screened porch
always moving in space.
Filling my imagination with boxes of old books and magazines written before I was born.
Satisfying my longing for quiet, silence, solitude.
Beckoning me to become a maker of words
and a lover of You.
May I never forget the movement of that swing, rocking like a cradle.
May I always remember to listen for Your invitation.
May I be brave and trusting enough to answer the Yes that leaps into Your arms.
Invites you to laughter so secret even the angels may not get the joke
Sleeps beside you at three a.m.
Stands next to you in the shower
Smiles back at you from the dressing room mirror.
Crowns you with fire so she can find you
Tells you stories of desire
Sings to you when tears fall unbidden
Swims in the creek under the bridge you cross.
Makes mystery with morning coffee
Delivers the mail and all other messages
Creates with abandon
Promises only union.
Sees the scars of every fear lying folded in our skin
Touches the memory of pain dimpled in our bellies
Smooths the asters burned on the surface of our hearts
Lifts every moment all the way to the sun.
Knowing what you know can save your life.
In the midst of a miracle
I never know where to turn
I never know where to look
The soft clear colors as light streams through stained glass
The strong lines of glory rays as the sun pours through clouds
The sparkling points of brightness on the water as waves flow
The stained glass light whispers “be still”
The glory rays whisper “this is the way”
The dancing waters whisper “come and play”
In the midst of a miracle
All I really know
Is that light is always present
And most certainly
The hard choice can be
Allowing the darkest night
Trusting light will come