How may days spent in contemplation
with only the One foremost in the mind?
A few moments here, several there
perhaps a retreat of hours or days
now and again, at some point
Still, like the mustard seed faith
or the scientific magic of leverage
the power of a single moment
plugged into the silence
– the sacred silence in the Presence –
moves mountains of sludge
and self-willful thinking
into the light of Love
Playing with the light
tossing it from hand to hand
His aura glowing from the
increased energy of the effort
He came to the momentary conclusion
that this was much better
Than the simple
juggling of Life…
The hounds howled
as he passed
in the night
Nearly on tiptoe
slyly slinking
toward his light
on the other side of fright
“Whatever it takes,” his new motto…
Sky growled gray
Spat like a cat cornered
Wind blustered and agitated
Shook ideas to bone
And behind
All the falderal
The sun shone gaily
Ever grateful
Ever warm
Ever light
Such is God’s love for us
