We are Holy ground.

Like a steeled fortress

penetrated by the opposing forces,

my protective distances collapse.

 

Like a sacred temple,

my deep inner longings

and soul

live,

and yet you have entered.

 

Your presence and life have become my ground.

My soul and desires have become your sanctuary.

 

We walk together with great courage

and

with

vulnerability.

 

The armors of protection have collapsed.

We are confidantes

of the soul.

 

No longer fighting,

we have fused,

our battles have ceased.

 

We are Holy ground

in a singular

embrace.

 

 

What did I really see today?

What did I really see today?

 

I saw a lonely man seeking company.

I saw an immigrant family huddled in a car waiting.

I saw an older couple in the twilight of their life.

I saw grandparents weeping silently for the loss of their grandson.

I saw roadside memorials marking those who have past and those that remain.

I saw a man reach out to gently touch the hand of the woman he loves.

I saw a beautiful radiant sky caressing a cold earth.

 

What did I really see today?

I saw the face of God in every place that I looked.

I saw heaven on Earth.

 

My heart leapt at each and every story

I envision those faces held.

 

My heart leapt at each and every story

my soul felt as it reached out into the beyond.

 

My heart leapt at each and every story

as I softly blessed them in their travels.

 

What did I really see today?

 

I realized for one moment today that my heart hung empty.  Not for them but for me.  In a world that cares little for each other, I care so much for the unknown that is karmically exhausts me.  I love beyond reason everyone and everything.  I pray that someone silently sees me, and their heart leaps for my tired and weary soul.  I pray…

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Three Acts of Contrition, my dear.

In the meantime,

for my little white lie,

three overdoses have happened.

 

Two Hail Marys, my dear.

In the meantime,

for my one swear word,

the oceans are dying.

 

One Our Father, my dear.

In the meantime,

for my rudeness

people around the globe are starving,

drinking unclean water.

 

So much hatred, violence, and ego-centric living in the world.

I sit in Church, atoning,

while our Earth is dying.

 

 

As I sit saying my rote prayers,

beating my chest over and over,

“Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.”

“My fault, my fault, my most grievous fault.”

 

People are dying all over the world.

And, I confess my white lie to save another.

 

“I  have sinned through my own fault,

my most grievous fault.”

 

 

 

 

 

I feel it.

I feel it.

Just as I feel the earth under my feet.

A stirring so deep within my insides.

 

Like the first light stretching across the sky.

Slowly, ever so slowly, it is growing within.

I feel it.

 

Stretching and forming.

Moving and shaping.

Growing wings and taking a breath.

Slowly, ever so slowly, it is growing within.

I feel it.

 

I am birthing my soul.

My soul is coming alive.

Pulsating with joy

at finally being born.

Slowly, ever so slowly, it is finding its way to the light.

I feel it.

 

I courageously follow where it is leading me.

To a birthing unknown.

It is my light.

I feel it.

I know it.

 

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This morning I woke with a start.  There was an email in my inbox.  A perpetual student that I am, I have been considering going for my EdD again. However, in the instant that I received this email, I knew it was Dharma.  When you leap from your bed with excitement, you know.  It is for the Living School with Richard Rohr.  A two-year intensive study of the mystical and contemplative Christian tradition with the intent of taking action in the world.  I will apply there is no doubt, I pray that I get in.  My soul will sing.  The Living School

 

 

The Golden Rule

Do to others as you would have them do to you.

The Golden Rule.

I love you even though you may not love me.

I take care of you even though you may despise me.

Allow me to enter the gate.

While you have slandered my name in public,

and, told me you hate me to my face,

I fear not.

I love you.

When people chose idle gossip,

to ruminate about my choices

as a distraction to their own life.

I love you.

Allow me to enter the gate.

When you cast me aside as a friend

when I am no longer

needed or necessary to you.

I love you.

Do to others as you would have them do to you.

I forgive you.

The Golden Rule.

Open the gate.

Take my hand.

 

Take my hand.

Let me lead you away from danger.

Away from suffering.

Away from death.

Take my hand.

Let me lead you

into the light

where there is love.

Take my hand.

Wrap it within yours.

They taunt and they protest.

They laugh and they ridicule.

Look away.

Take my hand.

Let me lead you

to your fate.

Day by Day

You walked along side of me

all the time

day by day snuck by, and you were always there

in the morning

at noon

throughout the afternoon

and into the darkest of the night.

But once you asked,

“Do you love me?”

And, I didn’t know how to respond to that simple question.

I peered inside of my soul

and there I noticed all of my imperfections and my wrong doings

I noticed all of my past failings and my sins against man.

Don’t you deserve more in my faith?

“Do you love me?” I in turn asked?

I peered in my heart.

Did I not see the time that I listened to the story of someone else?

Did I not see the time that I cradled another’s soul in my arms?

Didn’t I share the best of all I could ever give?

We picked up our walk again in the middle of an afternoon.

And, I reached out my hand to be slipped into yours. Did I not feel the love? Could you not see the love?

I reached for those imperfections and those perfections and held them together in a tight unity strapped together by my own humanity.

Did I not feel the love? Could you not see the love?

I am loved.  I love you.