Concentric rings, ever expanding finally reaching distant shorelines, making small changes. Of this one thing I am utterly certain: in this sea of humanity, my single drop of life and yours matter.
Category: Religion
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making waves
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greeting the day
I can see my breath in the cool stillness of the morning. As my best four-legged friend and I head from tree to bush to patch of drying grass, I revel in the quiet sounds of a morning walk. A dog that barks forlornly as we walk by. The whisper of hummingbird wings going from flower to flower. A cry of a early rising hawk as it seeks the warmth of first light. The rustling of leaves in the brisk yet gentle breeze. I can feel my muscles loosen as I climb the gentle slope leading to the park. I can feel my mind open as I take in the breathtaking panorama before me. A tree full of red ornament-like pomegranates. The newborn colors of a sunrise as they stroll across the sky. A splash of autumn foliage rarely seen in California. The bright clothes of children waiting for a yellow bus. I know that without the distractions of the coming day,the universe will match me stride for stride and teach me things I can only learn when I listen closely. A sense of belonging with knowing my place in the world. The contentment of a quiet moment alone. A true conversation with the person I want to be. The wisdom of nature guiding my thoughts. These and so much more I seek and most often find on my quiet morning walk.
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enough
Enough food Enough house Enough home Enough hope Enough work Enough play Enough rest Enough peace Enough known Enough kith Enough kin Enough love Enough talk Enough tears Enough pain, enough strain, enough sores Enough done? Enough kids, enough death, enough camps, enough pills Enough drought, enough spills, enough doubt, enough fear, enough dross Enough eyes, enough loss, enough news, enough war, enough lies, enough dead, enough dread Enough help? Enough cries, enough pleas, enough prayers Enough spin, enough God Enough you? Enough me? Enough
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lucky
May love be your constant companion On this day of lucky milieu May you share your love with your friends And those less lucky than you May you feel this love like no other And hear the music it brings For when there is love for no reason but love Even unlucky hearts can sing
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an open window
After 50 years of evangelical prison and two years of freedom I can finally see the sun warms my face No more supposed to's and guilty penance for wrongs done in my life and somehow before Religion is the filthy rag trying to wipe clean a clear window leaving streaks of confusion Doing right, because it's right doing good, because it's good being love, because of love we don't need sermons or books to tell us this We can all see theology won't help you religion won't make it more clear just open the window and crawl through
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