Bottom Drops Out

When it feels as if, once again
the bottom has dropped out
And you’re hanging out
over the precipice
In faith, you will discover
you can lean back into Spirit
Wherein, all is safe
and loving…

Tracings

Tracing the edges of feelings
Elusive, they hide
 in the midst of
convenient thoughts
Tracings 
like finger drawn messages
on steamed up glass…

Catch the Beauty

We are surrounded
by incredible and
wondrous Beauty
Take a moment to catch some
with your eyes or your ears
or your heart today
Catch the Beauty
and pass it on…

Pre-Dawn Night

In the early morning hours
before dawn has spread her light
when clock’s ticking is so loud
and the night’s dreams still are bright
There I stop to breathe and think
fill my cup with Spirit’s might
cells lapping up the nectar
a gift of grace – delight
Reflecting life on life in life
I am but a speck of sparkling white
as I polish up for shining
in the dark of pre-dawn night
I shed the cloak of dreadful dreaming
encrusted with its simple frights
to lie de-clawed and transformed
into blessings in my sight

Depths of Spirit

I met a very old woman
on the road
Inching along in
a bent and stilted way
I offered my arm
as she headed off
across the trafficked street
And fell into the depths
of Spirit-connect in her eyes