This day

“…Show to me this day
amidst life’s dark streaks of wrong and suffering
the light that endures in every person.
Dispel the confusions that cling close to my soul
that I may see with eyes washed by your grace…
…that I may be well in my own soul
and part of the world’s healing
this day
that I may be well in my own soul
and part of the world’s healing
this day. (Wednesday Prayers from Celtic Benediction)

We close another day. May we sleep when we are covered by the blanket of stars and awaken to the rising sun, renewed and ready to meet the day. Tomorrow begins with deep concern and reaching for hope. Wherever we are- imagine how we are connected- in safety, in spirit. May we see one another and be part of the healing.

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Thank you, Martha Clark.

Photos: Dark Streaks
Rhode River, Edgewater MD

For more reasons than ever before…

Quote: Book of Common Prayer

This Long and Quiet Night

Near a window, I watch the shortest day slowly surrender its light to this winter solstice. In the settling darkness there is an air of calm, of quiet. I welcome the hushed darkness of this evening. In the quiet I listen for an invitation to bring the ‘stretches of life’ together. To gather the scattered pieces of my life into one place.

This night does not call for judgment. Comforted by the warmth of home and a candle’s glow, this longest winter night calls for compassion, for acceptance.

Before me is all that’s been accomplished and all left undone. In this quiet darkness, there is time to let go, time to rest from the hard work of balancing life’s scattered pieces.

Dusk is now long gone. Looking to the sky the stars fill the darkness with points of light. There in the sky is the promise of light’s return.

I invite you to pause on this night. To welcome these dark hours and honor your work. To feel gratitude for all you have accomplished. To rest, knowing that light will soon return.

A strand of your day…

Gnite —
from the moment of total darkness when you close your eyes
To your mind searching for anything —
A dream of summer, a familiar path,
building from that source, until you find your bearings.
You are at home inside yourself-
You needed only a strand of your day to dream.

 

 

Quote: Lin-Manuel Miranda