Two Sounds

Come outside, my child
Draw deep the morning air
Two sounds fill the silence
Wisdom in its prayer

Drone of distant traffic
Of world that lay ahead
With soft song of a bird
Let my soul be fed

The being of the now
In stillness that abounds
The word that we are loved
Of Spirit that surrounds

Form now the foundation
Through this day to see
Returning to this vision
To re-center me

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Wildflowers and Weeds

The way the wind blows
Fruit of the seeds
A pasture of vision
Wildflowers and weeds

The way of the world
Of evil and good
The battle beyond
The choice understood

The way of the will
Temptation and Spirit
A call of desire
Each we do hear it

The way of the soul
Of garden to tend
Appealing to God
For His gardener, send

The way of heaven
Of rising above
Of all growth today
Let our way be love

Ever Thank

How can you ever thank
Or ever to repay
The one how formed your values
Of your life to this day

Through self-sacrifice
Love they gave away
Living what they preached
Always on display

Sharing of their faith
Truth and integrity
Putting others first
In humility

Gratefulness so deep
Of the words beyond
The best way to thank you
Is to pass it on

Lead Our Way

Through conversations
Of our souls to share
Lord, nourish the soil
Your grace in this prayer

May we be honest
Our hearts to reveal
Don’t try to be holy
Just try to be real

Souls that are humble
Of no judgement be
Full of compassion
And vulnerability

To bind in our wounds
A place of healing
Light cast on all
To Spirit appealing

My we feel Your Presence
With love that surrounds
Lord, lead our way
In joy that abounds

Keeps Calling

Waking this morning
To start my routine
A step into dawning
And glance at the scene

In stillness and silence
Of such beauty here
So easy to be
In this place of prayer

A shower, some coffee
I go on my way
Thinking of work
To start my day

But something is stirring
An urging of stalling
A whisper above
The sunrise keeps calling

A desire of being
Of light to outpour
Won’t you stay with me
I want to bless more

There Is A Time

There was a time
Of darkness on earth
God sent His Son
Through a virgin’s birth

There was a time
The Word He conveyed
Sharing God’s love
And showing the way

There was a time
When it seemed, all was lost
When evil prevailed
He was hung on a cross

There was a time
His rising appeared
With great rejoicing
The truth was shared

If there’s ever a time
For our world to pray
To turn and acknowledge
Yes, He is risen today!

Sindona


(Mark 14:51-52 Mark 16:5)

At the time of His passion
A young man appears
A question to Mark
Why is he there?

In Gethsemanes garden
Where Jesus did pray
They tried to seize him
But he ran away

He wore a garment
Of a simple white
That’s called a sindona
He left it in fright

He appears in the tomb
Where Jesus was raised
To women, he spoke
They were amazed

Now in reflection
It’s clear to see
That this disciple
Represents you and me

For this is the clothing
For the baptized
We hide in our fear
But in Jesus we rise

( https://www.wordonfire.org/resources/homily/ 3/28/21 and 4/4/21)

Follower of Jesus

To be a follower
Of Jesus to pursue
Go where He would go
And do what he would do

Holding at the center
The poor and the excluded
Marginalized and outcast
The lonely ones, secluded

Dear souls to look after
Ones to look out for
Truly looking at
Compassion in our core

For it is the needy
That our Lord responds to
Remember I’m dependent
Let me be needy too