Faith and Grace
at the beginning
on a new day
ripe with possibilities
and deeply founded hope
Faith was born
of the heart
in a moment which stood still
for a moment
celebration
… back to work
breathing
until
the birth of Grace
Blessings
Geranium
Geraniums
cheerful and lavish
blossoms of red and pink
white and red orange
explode
after gray days of rain
the heady aroma
awakens images of comfort
in grandmother’s garden
Bless the grace
called geranium
Cookie Jar
One never knew
what would be found
in the cookie jar
always there
on the counter
on a cold rainy day
when the hearth was warm
or a hot summer one
as we flew by
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Each and every day
is a delectible delight
soft and chewy
or sweet and crisp
Every moment grace
serves up a surprise treat
Miss Sunshine
Grey and wet, dark and drippy
an opportunity for umbrellas
and other implements
Still, in her heart,
she remains “Little Miss Sunshine”
without pretense
or props
Such is the blessing
of grace
Independent Joy
After all of these years, I have discovered something remarkable. Joy is independent of worldly experiences. Certainly happiness seems to be tied to attitude, and circumstance more oft than not, however, joy in it’s pure Spirit presence in the heart form, is not. Rather Joy is connected to grace and it bubbles up a spring in my heart, transforms even the mundane or the profane into the truth, into pure grace.
I am blessed in this life, I think. When I come to lean on Spirit, when I forget my own little thoughts, I am engulfed by grace, I become joy. Transparent, let me be transparent, a window to the soul, a window to the light, a candle in the night.
