My Best Prayer 

Be thou my vision,O Lord of my heart,
Be all else but naught to me,
Save that thou art;
Be thou my best thought
In the day and the night,
Both waking and sleeping,
Thy presence my light.
Lyrics: unknown but attributed to Iris Christian poet, Saint Dallân, translated by Eleanor Hull
Music: Irish/Celtic

St. Clare

Francis and Clare – Grace Cathedral, San Francisco

Place your mind before the mirror of eternity.
Place for soul in the brilliance of heaven.
Place your heart in the figure of the divine substance.

Transform your entire self into the image of the Godhead so that you too may feel and taste the hidden sweetness that God has reserved for his lovers.

On this feast day of St. Clare of Assisi, I offer this poem/prayer for all of us who may find it challenging to sit in quiet – to meditate or pray. Clare gives us an image of what meditation can be. 

In its simplicity, one step at a time – may we go to God in mind, soul and heart – to see ourselves in the mind’s mirror filled with the warm light of heaven and the sweetness of God’s love.  

(prayer found within a letter written to Agnes of Prague. St. Clare Prayer Book, author – Jon M. Sweeney)

To Share Thanksgiving…


A day to be grateful for our abundance.
May our blessings strengthen us to reach out and support those in need. It doesn’t have to be complicated, We all have that is needed to offer care and shelter to a world seeking peace, shelter and sustenance.

Make me a tree, Lord
Deep rooted
to those in need
to those who are weary
for those who hunger
Make me a tree, Lord
Deep rooted



a sharing of the heart —

When I began writing a blog I did not realize how many people I might meet along the way. As connections were made it became clear that my words and thoughts would be shared with people in places far from where I call home. The diversity of writers and images have inspired my writing and encouraged me to stretch.

Each of us write with certain people and situations in mind. During these months of unpacking and resettling in a new town and home, I have grown to appreciate the writers who have become a new type of community for me. They are as diverse as the world we live in, sharing their perspectives and thoughts many forms.

Below I share a poem written by one such writer. Millie has appeared on my blog before and probably will again. Her words are honest and creative. She speaks from her heart and stirs the hearts of her readers.

Thank you, Millie.

Moments with Millie (a link to her blog)

I spoke to the sun searching
For the warmth of a mother     to hold
The fears to release                    me.

I cried to the earth
Looking for a father                 to comfort
The empty vessel                       inside.

I stared into the ocean
Hoping for the answers         to secrets
The heart cannot                     subside.

I touched the ground
Caressing its holiness          to give
The spirit inside                     certainty.

I smiled at myself
Knowing I am                       to allow
The wisdom of                      divinity.

I realized that by letting it out
I was finally free                 to be.