Tag: faith

Holy Saturday

 

David Kanigan

“…And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.”

a day of waiting -silence can feel overwhelming
we are in a holding pattern-

we know what to expect as the sun rises tomorrow 

but for those who were rocking with grief for the loss of their friend and teacher, they could not imagine a rising Sun. 

Night was all around. The words of new life felt far away and maybe forgotten. The whisper would come at the first glimpse of dawn.

For now, we wait together…

Quote: Maya Angelou, ‘When Great Trees Fall’

Photo: ‘Live & Learn’- David Kanigan

Lent 1 – Wilderness

 

Inspired by Matthew 4:1–11:
“And suddenly angels came and waited on him.”

WILDERNESS BLESSING

Let us say
this blessing began
whole and complete
upon the page.
And then let us say
one word loosed itself
and another followed it
in turn.

Let us say
this blessing started
to shed all
it did not need,
that line by line
it returned
to the ground
from which it came.

Let us say
this blessing is not
leaving you,
is not abandoning you
to the wild
that lies ahead,
but that it is loathe
to load you down
on this road where
you will need
to travel light.

Let us say
perhaps this blessing
became the path
beneath your feet,
the desert
that stretched before you,
the clear sight
that finally came.

Let us say
that when this blessing
at last came to its end,
all it left behind
was bread,
wine,
a fleeting flash
of wing.

—Jan Richardson
from Circle of Grace: A Book of Blessings for the Seasons

Image: “Where Angels Love to Tread“

© https://janrichardsonimages.com

…beauty and grace

God.

I am the wind that breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave on the ocean,
I am the murmur of leaves rustling,
I am the rays of the sun,
I am the beam of the moon and stars,
I am the power of trees growing,
I am the bud breaking into blossom,
I am the movement of the salmon swimming,
I am the courage of the wild boar fighting,
I am the speed of the stag running
I am the strength of the ox pulling the plow,
I am the size of the mighty oak tree,
And I am the thoughts of all people
Who praise my beauty and grace.

 

Prayer from Celtic Prayers, Robert Van De Weyer

Photo by Anthony : ) –Pexel

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