Wandering through my places of longing and fear.
Then I watched His cross move through the crowd,
Moved from station to station-
Watched the veil wipe his face,
Saw the rich man find you a place to lay,
Tears came down as your mother wept.
And then, I picked up my own cross,...
Then I watched His cross move through the crowd,
Moved from station to station-
Watched the veil wipe his face,
Saw the rich man find you a place to lay,
Tears came down as your mother wept.
And then, I picked up my own cross,...
2-Live- Being is a precious gift from God.
Love- God has created a special place for you in my heart.
Pray- In the large tasks, the small tasks, the distractions, in the simple joy of a
smile.
Meditate- Think about the questions, the answers, the questions that have no
answer.
Wait- Patience has it's own blessings.
Love- God has created a special place for you in my heart.
Pray- In the large tasks, the small tasks, the distractions, in the simple joy of a
smile.
Meditate- Think about the questions, the answers, the questions that have no
answer.
Wait- Patience has it's own blessings.
3-One is gone.
A face, a memory, words never said.
Another face, another chances to say...
No words needed? or need never be said. They'll never be said now.
One a dear friend... a long ago prayer answered.
"Knit our lives together in your love"
One a companion and lover to share my days.
And One, oh dear One...why do I love to look at you so.
Your eyes, your voice, my guardian angel.
The very look of each of you.
They are not 4...but one.....GOD.
Sadness for a moment strengthened.
The rain's steady sound,
New blessings begin to bud all around.
Faith is something that is build together.
Heart to voice,
Knowledge to pen,
Words of wisdom.
Quiet, simple conversation.
The weary heart's restoration....
5-Oh praise Emanuel's loving name,
For answered prayer,
And burdens together share.
Be still my heart and rest only in You.
Lent's journey see me through.
Guide me, strengthen me,
While I ponder things on bended knee.
Pray that I may find solace-
That little bit of rest to truly feel.
In moonrise and sunrise,
Looking for moments of wonder, joy,
surprise.
In the wind, the rain, and flaming tree,
My faith and heart be always with Thee.
6-Did
you miss the tear I almost cried last night?
Or the tear I tried to shed the night
before?
Did you see that I waited for you to pass
by?
My, how the years have seemed to fly.
Sometimes I count and record the moments in
your sight.
Then I prayed a thousand prayers last
night.
One sight, one clue.
That you feel the way I do.
"Yes, dear one..I saw it all..
The touch, the glance, your writings on the
wall.
I heard your prayer.
And answer it I will.
In every touch, or glance....just be
still."
7-The dress I wore two days ago,
Into the laundry you will go.
I stood up to read.
The eyes were turned.
Waiting patiently for the touch.
I bowed down and looked for a place to rest my head.
In that wood and stone sometimes I find no rest.
Temptations put me sorely to the test.
But in the end, when all is said (or not said) and done,
The memories I have warm me as the sun.
I may be self wounded, tired and sore.
I loved him...but I love GOD more.
8-I shed a tear awhile ago for things you
will never know.
And then looked into your eyes and smiled.
And a hundred prayers later did God answer
my prayer?
How did I want God to answer my prayer?
But I remain faithful to Him because He has
been faithful to me.
But still...every now and then I'll shed a tear for things you'll never
know.
9-Provide
me some small measure of happiness,
A
measure to equal the other side of sadness.
No
illusions of what you feel, no illusions of what I feel.
What
I see through my heart’s eye is real.
Move
and move and move again.
More
precious links added to the chain.
Put
the pieces of the puzzle together,
Faith
not become a fragile tether.
Didn’t
I tell you the answer before,
What
will stay behind the closed door.
May
I bring you, like you bring me,
Nothing
more than something that is for only a second free.
Some
joy in sadness,
Some
comfort in pain,
Until
at Lent’s end I see the sun shine again.
10-And I for moment was at peace.
A large gathering space...and my heart in
God- release.
Reading my Merton,
what wisdom in his words and passion.
And in it I find my lament is not sad and
ashen.
Strength I find along the road.
Joy with only a faint sadness for what
moments will never be.
But..oh what feeling of God's grace.
When
hearts for a brief second interlace.
11-My
heart was not made whole to give.
I
save that only for God.
I
give u what I can, and freely let my feelings flow.
Because my heart will not do less.
Moment
to moment ..in each moment bliss.
Laughter,
love, and secret joy.
All
from God's enduring grace,
Until
again I see your face.
Comfort,
joy, feelings deep.
Bless
them all in my heart to keep.
12-A sunburst labyrinth weaves around this
way and comes back round,
Its path for gentle travel- a journey, to
which there is no set pace.
A moment in time; heart, mind, God and soul
create a serene space.
It has one path it follows; to the inner
heart and return.
Each has a unique path to follow, respond
and learn.
Let that path be a blessed moment of peace,
Sometimes… love is not a problem to be solved or a passion made to cease.
To enter is one path only, to walk steady
to the light within.
Then steady out through lights, colors and
even shadows to live in Love’s creation again.
The “sacred journey” is not to walk, run,
be the first out of that space,
But begin to move along the path with God’s
sure, steady and loving grace. **++***++***++***++**
13-Oh
praise Emanuel's loving name,
For
answered prayer,
And
burdens together share.
Be
still my heart and rest only in You.
Lent's
journey see me through.
Guide
me, strengthen me,
While
I ponder things on bended knee.
Pray
that I may find solace-
That
little bit of rest to truly feel.
In
moonrise and sunrise,
Looking
for moments of wonder, joy,
surprise.
In
the wind, the rain, and flaming tree,
My
faith and heart be always with Thee.
14-One week in to contemplate sin.
A door left open and rivers of
transgressions rush loudly in.
Soth, greed, envy, the tapestry begins to
fray.
Times I should have-- but I was just too
busy to pray.
Busy going this way and that,
Then my temptations begin to circle me like
a slow, purring cat.
and Elizabeth's lying face down, flat.
So beg for water to drench a dried out soul,
Half a Christian, 40 days petitioning to be
made whole.
God, give me strength to "see thee,
follow thee and love thee" more,
Through
the opening and closing of Lent's doors.
15-Oh
God, close my eyes in prayer.
And
let me see You, not my own illusions there.
May
I pray for and end to hurting, illness, and not knowing which way to turn?
Oh
God help me to trust and learn.
Seek
solace in your loving grace.
Through
word and sacrament, bind that space.
Oh,
but darkness surrounds me, guessing every word or look until I 'm fractured,
bled.
How
do I say I am so very sorry...if I caused a moment's uncomfort or dread.
“The road less traveled” I will with faith, walk silently
along.
Forgive
my feelings, but to me they belong.
Seeing
sadness fill the eyes that were yesterday bright.
Fear
takes over, confidence takes flight.
“I
must know the answers” even when I can’t even ask the questions right.
And
God replies, “through fast, prayer and praise.
I’ll
guide you through these 40 days.”
16-"Incense and peppermint, the color
of time"..
It was on the radio this morning..mourning
sent me back..
"Dead kings, many things I can't
define."
Memories become blurry...
Long ago places...Adams St., Penny Lane,
Cunningham and Curry.
Passion, short and sweet, became a quickly
faded bloom.
Incense burning in your door room.
Free
and young, not a care in the world.
Intoduction to ELP and The Doors,
Studying and writing papers became such
useless bores.
I remember you liked Marvin Gaye's
"What's Going On?"
Funny the tiny little things thought of
after so long.
What is going on?.. time passes and
something is unimaginable wrong.
You are gone- only sacred ashes remain.
And everywhere broken hearts refrain,
"The glint on the snow,...the circled
light.."
Is it in those places you remain?
No tears... I'm sorry...but I must,
They quietly seep from my eye's like
angel's dust.
But that smile I'll remember and see your
arms open wide.
And for a moment, it's like you never died.
17-Will
faith draw me closer and in the same moment-set me free?
Even when your voice is distracting me.
A
distraction to keep thought's passion from running through my heart,
When
did this deep sweetness start?
Not
sweetness but a lesson of obedience by God's hand I am fed,
as
a half-broken heart struggles to be read.
To
say the things never to be said.his feeling that these eyes long to see,
Through
wine and word,
Flour
and yeast.
Come
in and find strength from the feast.
And
still, this heart yearns for proof-
My
feelings remains hidden, silent and aloof.
And
then, only then, like doubtful Thomas believes,
Any
my heart, filled with faith in God, no longer grieves.
18-What a day,
Now, there is little left to say.
My eyes are dry,
The heart is still,
From endless thoughts and passions that
spill.
For strength and courage,
God's loving grace.
I'll take love's solace in a book or poem.
Then my feelings no longer roam.
This
morning ...I left to quick,
Afraid to stay.
A half broken heart-
Not knowing which way.
My Lenten prayer is to heal and restore
peace in my loving God through 40 days once
more.
19-Ashes once burned from a palm cross made
last year.
The
green tucks and folds slowly disappear.
Heating
to dust, powder black,
Sins
carried, jugs of tears on the back.
Then
a touch to the forehead, two lines black and crossed to wear,
It
is a moment of sorrow, a plea for grace.
Forty
nights to look in the mirror and plead for the soul, and find a resting place.
In
the colors of windows, a light of serenity, and the shadow created as closed
becomes the door,
Faith
is renewed and love's sorrow is transformed for evermore.
A
new cross created, the tucks and folds reappear.
Perfect,
maybe not, for a child's joyful hand to play,
Or
a larger hand that is aged with beauty, wisdom, and lovely line.
The
heart's soul does not take notice in the passage of time.
In
the Passion, palms, bread, water, and wine.
Can
you feel God's presence divine?
Faith
strengthen that place in our heart.
Nourish
and renew, and suddenly love is transformed into art.
20-This
burden I carry has threads of red and gold,
I've weaved them together and given, not
sold.
Placed in your hand without a sound.
Hold tightly, my dear, to what you have
found.
Leave in your hand or place in a book.
To guide and strengthen, a simple symbol,
made with a hook.
The Cross of our Lord, weaved lovingly from
thread.
To redeem, and bind, until I am fed.
Beautiful
strong angles..so tall, aged and wise.
No.
I dare not look!
I
must read..go back to my book.
No.
I dare not stare!
God
pray...do you care?
I
dare not feel the joy.
It's
just this life's pleasure, a toy.
No,
not a toy, but maybe a measure of God's Grace.
To
glance at that face.
Not
forever, or even a day.
Just
a moment to feel that way.
A
moment of pleasure.
For
me and you to treasure.
22-Tis a bitter pill of tiredness I take.
I struggle on to life and ache.
It holds me down and trys to take my soul.
Destruction and ruin is it's goal.
But each night I hold tight the cross.
And count nothing as loss.
Daddy,
did you leave it there for me to hold so dear?
To know that Christ is always near.
In storm and passion,
Wisdom, not fashion.
For me to give and recieve back again.
On and on the circle goes.
Back and forth as your Kingdom grows.
"On Earth as it is in Heaven"
22-As I sit by the sea,
Miss- Do not miss one moment of the powerful joy God has placed in the heart.
Respond- Create and respond "in thought, word and deed" to the small moments that one treasures, the sweetness in looking into one's eyes, the compassion in sharing sadness, the sound on one's laughter,
Rest- Let time guide you gently, with mercy, and understanding of the way we are and the ways we will never be.
Pray- I can do no more or no less.
Miss- Do not miss one moment of the powerful joy God has placed in the heart.
Respond- Create and respond "in thought, word and deed" to the small moments that one treasures, the sweetness in looking into one's eyes, the compassion in sharing sadness, the sound on one's laughter,
Rest- Let time guide you gently, with mercy, and understanding of the way we are and the ways we will never be.
Pray- I can do no more or no less.
23-New beginnings await-
A moment of silence
No wait…two, three, four, five six…
And so it goes until I see you again.
No…this time the..
…Silence is peace,
…Love
becomes giving.
And the heart is made new.
24-A taste of wine never to forget,
A sacrifice made pure,
In thought of love that will never be,
Until at last I see,
That all other loves are not endless,
Except my love for Thee.
25-“I’ve been changed…
Dying to see you but it shouldn’t be like
this.”
A brief burst of sun in my eyes,
This day transformed –
Through bread and wine-
And words
become a play.
A love never
fully lived for the good of all,
Lay down part of my heart without regret.
For it is all my faith and this meager care
can do.
26-I watched you walk into my life
One day I’ll see you walk away,
No more faint looks or words to share,
In word, sacrament and reason,
Sunrise and Moonrise,
Spring tulip and palm,
My Lenten Song.
27-Fold around
and gaze into the light.
One, two,
and back again.
It’s curves
and folds are not perfect.
True beauty
is only found in God’s unending perfection-like light through a window.
The light is
a moment of joy to the heart.
Joy through
light and color,
Soft shadows
of love’s light in a stained glass
window.
And Christ’s
loving sacrifice in a cross made from a palm.
