A poem by St. Teresa of Avila
We
bloomed in Spring.
Our bodies
are the leaves of God.
The apparent seasons of life and death
our eyes can suffer;
but our souls dear, I will just say this forthright:
they are God
Himself,
we will never perish
unless He
does.
Poetry by St. Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The creative heart usually gets crushed
dreams broken, not really feeling like the sun
illumination defused into a million pieces.
Yet somehow we always manage to turn
ourselves into a brilliant phoenix reborn
life from the ruins, colors again
becoming an intense beauty
shining into our art, and writing.
This always amazes me.
Our hearts, our souls,
on fire.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
It is Good Friday. This weekend millions of people around the world will celebrate Easter, some in a secular way, but many will have faith burning brightly. And Easter in many places is a part of our culture.
But I hesitate this time of year, and at Christmas, because this is not a faith based blog, and it never has been. Many bloggers are much better at sharing their faith than I am. This is a creative writing blog, that’s the way I have designed it.
I also tend to be very accepting of different views. The fact is, I love and respect all people, and I love different cultures, and I always will. Sometimes I would rather talk to a Buddhist, than a fundamentalist Christian, depending on the people of course. That’s just who I am.
Experiencing love and compassion within a faith though can be so beautiful. I have selected two songs that I hope you will enjoy. They are heart songs really, of looking for the One who made us.
I know in my own life there have been a number of times, I have felt very alone, and even for forsaken, especially in the past several years, but faith and the love of my family keeps me going.
I’ll be posting some more this weekend, including some ancient poems which I love.
Happy Easter everyone! And regardless of your faith, I wish you peace!
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videos from youtube, music by Kari Jobe
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
In love it’s not about us
it’s about the other
giving
of ourselves
a sacrifice.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
A poem by Meister Eckhart
All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.
Once in a while a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more
than that,
he looks into the burro’s eyes, and touches her ears
and for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,
because love does
that.
Love frees.
Poetry by Meister Eckhart (German monk) 1260-1328
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
When they were younger the meadow always seemed to hold so much promise. They would sigh and dream of a simpler life. Perhaps they could trade the jingle of a few gold coins, for the peace that passes all understanding. Could they live here, farming, and be connected?
Yet time wore some holes in their clothing, and the vision of the meadow faded. The oak tree, and the wooden fence seemed to get lost in a fog. Wars raged on the outside, death was pushed back, but the scars on the inside were too immense. What they needed was an angelic army.
It took them a long time to realize their own strengths, and that peace becomes so much more valuable, a treasure really, when you have lived through the fight, pushing back time.
And now that they are older, they sigh more deeply, holding hands realizing, they have always embraced….. the meadow.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
A poem by St. Francis of Assisi
No one
knows his name –
a man who lives on the streets
and walks around in
rags.
Once I saw that man in a dream.
He and God were constructing
an extraordinary
temple.
Poetry by St. Francis of Assisi 1182 – 1226
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
It amazes me how we can just sit on the bench
and speak without saying anything. Holding you
seems to have a language all its own,
listening to your breathing
watching the ducks, a couple
two, a part of the moment
as we blend into each other
breathing the universe.
Love lives here.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
Lighthouses never really answer our calling
our yearning, for answers against the tide
searching the horizon for the meaning of our pain.
But somehow they do offer hope, simply standing
strong against the wind, never leaning
not shattered, but offering the light
in the fog. Perhaps we don’t really need
our answers, but simply strength
for standing still.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
There is a psalm that lingers
above the sensitive ones waiting
to be set free, waiting to be illustrated
a story told – to lift up, to fill in the colors,
revealing the earth, the sky longing
to strengthen, to empower us
hovering with just the right words
making us whole again
dancing, so that we can teach
ourselves who we are.
All we need
is to grasp
the right words,
lifting our hearts.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
