Launched into the water,
a stone rounded off in years,
fresshy picked and thrown into the center of the lake.
Dropping deep into the interior,
Pondering life on the shore,
nestling, eventually at the bottom,
Leaving ever-decreasing ripples as my cause and effect.
For others to see and wash over them.
The donation of all time,
everlasting,
indelibly marked
and inside each human.
Perfectly marked “MADE FOR LOVE” as were their parents,
and a Father intended.
Reflecting Adam and Eve,
in a garden,
given freewill,
some natural inclinations,
and time.
Time for doing,
Time for noticing,
Time for reflection.
New Jerusalem – The Shard of Light
Perfection. Alignment. Peace.
No longer freewill,
now fully harnessed and beautifully out of my control.
More powerful, not persuasion but within,
implanted and indwelling;
like a second heart, deep inside,
a soul felt, awakened and palpable,
radiating peace and harmony,
excluding all else.
Washing away sin as if it never happened.
Replacing pain with beauty, water with blood.
Blood-borne life itself, not drained by death,
a transfusing and infusing love.
This overwhelming silence,
glowing within, replaces all earthly happiness,
a glimpse of New Jerusalem, heaven on earth.
A tasting of what is to come,
new senses … indescribable,
make all happenings past and those to come, (in this wonderful temporary garden),
Have meaning.
Because every second, every interaction, every glance, every moment … does.
The new member of the group,
Stood alone, confused and worried that someone was going to hit him from behind.
“I will cover your back” just look forward with confidence.
Was the cry from within.
Still confused, but now grateful in a safer place.
Just because someone cared.
Never closing, but seems so from afar,
Like a mind, almost receptive, but tuned out.
As night swallows a descending sun,
candles, burning all day,
light up a soul.
Now it is clear, the door is open, awaiting, welcoming.
So why wait outside.
Come walk the garden path to a house named Forgiveness.
Walking away from the lighted house,
knowing you are there,
bathed in warmth and light is a remembrance.
Now seeking others and thus myself,
squinting, discerning,
seeing shadows but not the ground
only feeling, till united with who desires help.
The face of love.
They sit there waiting for consumption;
And even though bread should be amazed at themselves.
Do we leave this bread at our door, or give it to another
Witnessing the miracle of our own lives.
Perhaps sharing with another. Or going stale?
“They picked up the fragments left over–seven baskets full.”
The Gospel of Matthew
Do I need the needle today?
The faint buzz without the alcohol streams through veins.
No money exchanged, internal smug smiles of happiness break out;
Nurtured by the knowledge that I am special.
The opposite of humility.
The Monastery Within 