Have faith, and keep pressing on ©️vcl
When words get stuck
and I have no lips
to You I’ll come
I’ll tell You
that something is missing
In me
You’ll tell me
That even if I shut the door
on your foot
I am to remember
that when I take you for granted
You will still be there
standing
patient
but in silence
a waiting that stretches
into eternity
empty
Until I remember
The tomb.
#GodThoughts (Beyond Words)
art:by Guillermo Wright
Wordless Wednesday ©️vcl
How not to be desperate ©️vcl
I communed with God
I heard him knock
Be a light, he said
Carry the torch
Listen to the light
Of their voices
Dispel despair
As others crawl
through the darkness
Disperse the fog
Illuminate
The black
Strike the match
So that they may hear
If they cannot see
The light
Tell them
Do not be desperate
Hope burns bright.
Art:Pinterest
#GodThoughts (Beyond Words)
Murdered words ©️vcl
Sometimes I cry
deep down
terrified
the rain of tears
fail to hide
lost dreams
murdered
with words unsaid
I hit the wall
for the fight for holiness
is real
deep, down, dead
my heart reels
I wait for the blessing
He knows my shame
and rains down
grace instead.
Art (Parshat Naso) Yolanda Raanan The Priestly Blessing
Inhale ethos ©️vcl
Today I am mindful of memories. of warmer climes, warm breezes cold lemonade and daisies.
I feel regret for things that no longer are
Or will be exactly so again.
As I focus on the memories, I press them to my heart
Crushing the sweet fragrance of their blooms and inhale
Ethos.
We all stand beneath the same sky. vcl©
Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really…How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
―
Almost through another week. The snow falls. We struggle to find our smiles as we slide along slippery streets, bundled against the frigid northern breezes. It is dark and restless now. I stare into the dark night sky. No stars, just a cloud blanket shaken by an unseen hand, showering snowflakes. A lone figure stalks along with his dog. I never envy anyone walking a pet in cold weather. It looks like all duty. None of the joy of a summer dawdle.
When we were a family, we trained our dog, AJ to take his own walk…along the path to his spot, around the curve and back again, always returning with that same satisfied grin. 365 days x 6 years. He was always joyous to reach home. A simple bark and the door opened and he bounced right in.
How often I have stood watching the night sky. Sleep is often elusive. I am comforted that I am not alone. I have a simple faith. God is there. Walking with me. 365 days X 65 years and counting. ❤️ I’m not in any hurry to move on yet, but I’m sure about where I want to go. I’ll be happy to reach home.
We all stand
beneath the same sky
and sigh
for things that are
unrevealed, denied
clouded in mystery
shrouded through history
until that great day
when all will
weep for we
have been set free
from our collective misery
For we all stand
beneath the same sky.
