The Walk...

 

**

 

Walk with me, My love

over this threshold,

into New Day...

 

Trust Me enough to loosen your grip

on what has gone before

Trust that there are good gifts still ahead,

not just behind...

Those Gifts I carefully chose

and gave to you are yours,

and will *always* be,

the Gold of those Gifts

has been skillfully

and wonderfully

woven into your very makeup...

integrated into your innermost beautiful being...

 

so leave off with fearfully, needlessly clinging

to something that is,

and always will be,

part of you...

 

...there is more building to do,

more I want to ingrain in you,

dimension still to be added

even more Beauty I want to bestow....

 

More than you can ask for

More than you can expect

More than you can imagine...

 

Oh Beloved of mine,

Let me open your eyes to see

Let me gently take your hand

and Lead you into even more Good,

 

Walk with Me, my Love

My Treasure

My Child,

 

There is still so much Good...

 

**

 

"The God of Heaven Himself is with us;

we His servants will arise

and build."

-Nehemiah 2:20

 

Gift III

 

 

 

*

 

fill me

with the fullness

of You

 

envelop me

in Your

embrace

 

tie me

with cords

of loving kindness

 

give me

as You were given

to the world

 

until I, myself

Become

Gift

 

*


~**~
 

Bridge

**

 

How graciously You share with me

 this space,

In Your Stable

In Your Kingdom

 

You teach me to be,

in both,

equally at Home,

as You are,

seamlessly moving

between the two

which are really,

and always,

One

 

Both hinds feet and High Places

are needed...

ashes and Beauty

relative obscurity and Royalty...

 

I am Your tender touch,

with one hand cupping the face of Your beloved,

with the other cupping the Face of Heaven

 

I am the golden scepter

held in Your steady Hand

extended toward your beloved

banishing fear

conveying Your call

to Come

to Breathe in Your Presence

to know the Kindness of their King

revealed in a Carpenter,

a Foot-Washer,

in One Who left Heaven

to hold Earth,

 

to form a Bridge,
 

and to make of us,

 

Bridges.

 

**

 

Merry Christmas,

from one beloved to another...

 

Gift II

 

 

*

 

so I pray, "Be Thou My Vision",

thinking to see

into Realms Unknown

and Mystery

and Things secreted away...

 

...but instead - or consequently -

I suddenly See,

Sunlight

diffused through my morning window

Golden

Moving like Water...

 

and the Beauty of it

makes me smile.

 

*

 

Gift

 

 

 

*(

 

250,000 miles to the moon,

500,000 there and back...

 

...amazing the lengths the heart will go to Love,

the capacity for which it's been graced

by a Creator Who Understands,

indeed Who formed the heart

for this very Purpose...

 

to Love,

to Be Loved,

to hold Love,

like an acorn

holds an oak tree...

like a stable

holds a Savior.

 

Wishing you God's Greatest Gift

this Christmas,

and *always*,

in the million miraculous ways

He makes Love known...

 

*(

 

"I have loved you

with an everlasting love."

-Jeremiah 31:3



wise men, seek Him

 

 

 

+

 

we move

amidst heaven and earth

hinds feet and high places

ethereal, untethered to terra

the Lovers...

we who know Him

are not always found where you'd expect

just as He was not found where expected

not under some steeple, but in a stable,

in loathsome obscurity

among forbidden things...

we speak, as He did,

not always from pulpits (vulgar barrier between Beloveds)

but at lakesides, firesides, tablesides.....

if you would find the extraordinary

peer into the ordinary...

You who seek Him

seek Him also where you would not;

seek Him in the places that scandalize your faith

and free you from dead dogma

look up from your pew

and see Him also

en plein air...

let not your walk with Him

be trudging and begrudging

but Dancing, Flying

Know the One who would be known

not as a prop in your precarious presbytery,

 

but as the One who's power is purveyed

in nothing your house of cards can hold.

 

+

 

"For Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power,

and the Glory,

Forever."

-Matthew 6:13

 

Beauty

 

 

*

 

Oh heavy heart

Let Me sing softly to you

Let Me soothe you

and remind you

of what you know,

what maybe you've forgotten for a moment...

 

That candlelight is lovely

especially in the

Cold and Dark and Night

That Love persists

even long after...even when far away...or not yet...

 

That hearts can heal,

falling leaves are lovely,

and that against the backdrop of a winter sky

silhouetted still standing Oaks,

bereft and stripped bare

are still one of the most beautiful sights to behold...

 

Oh My heart,

Remember Beauty.....

 

There is 

 

Still

 

 so much

Beauty.

 

*

L'Chaim

 

"For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord."

-Isaiah 55:8

 

~*

In our Western mindset, "suffering" is seen as inherently "bad", something to be avoided at all costs.  Our paradigm suggests if we are suffering, that "something must be wrong".  Whereas in other, more ancient cultures, suffering is seen as simply an integral and inevitable valid state, an intrinsic fundamental part of  the Life cycle itself.

No suffering, No Birth

 

When we attempt to subjugate suffering with pills, potions, drink, diversions, we stagnate in the very suffering from which we are trying to escape and stifle the intended end result: new Life.  When we resist the process, we stand in the way of the very excavation which will make room in our hearts to hold what comes after......

 

and there is an "after"

suffering need not have the last word,
if we'll let God finish His sentence.

 

When suffering is seen as some sort of stigma, we miss the opportunity, the doorway granted,

 

into new depth

 

into deeper communion

with each other

with our God

with the One "acquainted with grief"

 

we miss the Gift.

 

As we enter into this Season, celebrating the Birth which allowed all of us to be Reborn,

Let us remember the suffering that precipitated that Promise,

the death which preceded - and was servant to - the Life

Let us, in turn, see sorrow in a new light,

suffering for all that it is worth,

not as an end

but as a means to the intended end

which is,

of course,

and always,

 

The Beginning

 

~*



"I have come that they may have Life,

Abundant Life."

-John 10:10