Terrapin Station

God knows my every step

God knows my every step. 

I don't.  But God does. 

 

I look ahead into the next years and wonder, what steps will I take?

I have ideas

I have dreams

I have fantasies

And I have a healthy respect for reality, that large silent fellow

He will flow in, whether I expect or approve or agree. 

 

I make plans,

I consider options,

I work toward a goal. 

A new goal.  A new life.  A new direction.

A detour, it will be. 

Will I be glad I did it? 

Will I be sorry to lose what I love in the now? 

 

I can’t know. 

But my life has been a long series of passive movements

Taking the paths that came easily

I am grateful for the opportunities, the support, the love

But I am ready to stand up and walk. 

 

God knows my every step. 

 

(for Abbey of the Arts Poetry Party ; image courtesy of Christine Valters Paintner)

Practicing Resurrection

I remember so well

running down the steep handmade cement path

to the beach

faster, faster, feet stinging

then the sweet white sand welcomed me: relief!

Nothing hurt my body that day;

There was no danger or fear then.

Resurrection will be a return to four years old

Blue and white bathing suit

Florida, beach, and family.

also linked at Abbey of the Arts Poetry Party

Poetry Party at Abbey of the Arts

Christine Valters Paintner at Abbey of the Arts has published a wonderful book on Lectio Divina:  Contemplative Awakening and Awareness that I am just digging into.  I commend it to you! 

Christine also regularly invites us to the Poetry Party at Abbey of the Arts.  This is my first time to participate; this image really spoke to me. 

 

I perch lightly
At the edge of outside
I am lighter now than you could know
I wait for you here
May your path be smooth
May the thorns not trouble you
On your Way

Today

Wash a window

Clean out a drawer

Clear out a space in my head

Empty the recycling

Trim that bush

Clear out a space in my heart

Pick up bowdarks

Arrange at foundation

Listen to the sounds in my ears

Make the bed fresh!

sweep the wood floors

Knit outside with the birds

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

The Lake Isle of Innisfree I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,	5
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;	10
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core. -- William Butler Yeats (found at Bartleby.com)

I received this poem today with my weekly HeronDance Pause for Beauty email.  It whispers so eloquently of the peace I am seeking...even though my magic place is at this oceanside and not by a lake: This weekend I pledge to sit for a quiet moment and remember this peace in my deep heart's core...and to raise a glass to Will Smama, who is off to her own beach heart's home as I write.  Healing is found in these places, and in the remembering of them, and in their poems.