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Leisure
What an interesting word
Rest
Another interesting word
Does life call us to these two Words
Not if we listen to our present culture
Not if we listen to getting to Heaven through works
Not if we listen to not listening
That’s an interesting thought
Listen to not listening
Which means
Getting on to the next thing
Having vacations of endless sight seeing
No time to stop and look around
No time for prayer
No time for sitting in nature
Leisure
Another Word for silence
Rest
Another Word for Sabbath
Summer calls us to
Times of leisure
Experiences of rest
Apr 16 2009
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Romancing God
What a wonderful thought
Is there any thing else in life
But I get caught up in all my doing
Look at me God
I am worth loving
Or I get stuck in Who me loved
Maybe by people sometimes
But how could God love me
Thoughts so wrong for so long
Romancing has nothing to do with
Doing or being good enough
When you love someone
It means nothing unless
The other wants to give their love
So why would God be any different
Could God leave behind our image of love
To embrace God’s Image of Love
It can only happen in our minds
Which is linked to our spirit
Which is connected to our spirit in God
Romancing God ends up
Being romanced by God
With Unconditional Love
Apr 16 2009
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A Pet
A friend of course
A Pet
A comforter who sometimes sits on your lap
A Pet
A gift of God who doesn’t speak words
A Pet
Some being who does speak God’s love language
Some may say it is silly to be attached to your Pet
But then those are spoken by someone
Who hasn’t heard the bark at their arrival
Or the purr of an independent friend
Or seen a simple swimming motion
We live in a world that often misses nature
Too busy to notice
The gift of animalness
Our pets open us to life at a different level
One not based on earned love
One run by quick forgiveness
One which knows our feelings before we do
Does a Pet have an after life
How can it not
We remember them don’t we
Why wouldn’t God
Be kind to your Pet today
Before it has a chance to be kind to you
Apr 16 2009
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Working for God
How humbling
How empowering
It begins with our personal worth
Found not in what we do
Or even how we do it
But rather in God’s Image
So when we are not doing much
We can still feel alive with Life
Or when we are doing too much
We can ask why don’t I say NO
What is God’s Image
It is not found in gender
It is not found in position
It is found in Spirit
The slippery part of life
One can’t define it as this or that
In fact it might be easier to define
As not this or that
We end up with nothing
Which becomes No Thing
Which then can become God’s
Some Thing
I Am Who I Am God said
This is our image
We are who we are
No thing becomes God’s Some Thing
Which becomes our Work
How humbling
How empowering
Apr 16 2009
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Another Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where tree tops glisten and children listen
To hear what
Sleigh bells or perhaps something more
The sounds of silence
How can I hear if there is silence
Good question
I am stumped
Good answer
Silence is God’s language
A language
Of us not filling up all the empty spaces
Of us not talking because it is uncomfortable
Of us not thinking because that is all we know to do
Of us not answering because it is expected
Now we can listen
To a God who mysteriously fills empty spaces
To a God who speaks without words
To a God who encourages us to think in new ways
To a God who doesn’t need our answers
Which leads us to a wee Babe
In a nothing town called Bethlehem
Lying in a lowly stable
Held by obedient humble parents
Surrounded by shepherds who left their responsibility
Does that sound like a Christmas you have known
Or one in which words fail to describe
Listen I think hear
The sounds of Christmas Silence
Apr 16 2009