the art of taking note
Happy Thanksgiving. I am going away from this space for a few days to rest and be thankful. But I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Goodbye, my friends. I am grateful for you.
Maybe more than you know. God Bless, Happy Thanksliving. Will you be here when I return? Oh, how I hope. For we will walk through advent together. Will you join me?
In the days, these days, trembling like a mother ripe with life
May I simply
Seek to love with words, eyes, mouth, my spirit whole and filled
And may I only
Focus on the beating pulsing heart of all that really matters
And may I, please, only
Give extravagantly and always more than I take, haughty fleshy self-filled soul I am
And may I, please, quite simply
Experience every moment to the marrow, bone and muscle, to the gifted core
These moments on this side of heaven, never needing wanting more.
And may I simply this Thanksgiving seek beyond the narrow path
Gaze out wide and far,
Unfurling generosity of spirit to the otherwise invisible place
Seen not by me
But shown by Him.
And in so doing, drip extravagant gifts
Plumped with one million granuels of grace,
Thanking always the Giver
With the movements of my life.
Joining Jen today at Finding Heaven Today dot com
With division, warring strife
So real and raw through all the world
Penetrating open cracks, the wounds
I want to graft as trees
A heart for sweet surrender,
A spirit found in peaceful living.
Oh Lord, let me go around
In love
Like barked beauty rooted fastened strong.
And leave room for harmony
Like the mighty ones
Whose roots
Hold fast, but trunks and limbs
Bow down in love.
And a tree can teach me this
Love and show me how to bend
Not break
If I only look her way.
Grafting peace
Cutting deep
Bending low in love.
Wrapping as the Cross
All the way around
The struggle and the pain
In a sweet embrace.
Joining Ann counting quiet gifts here, but on my writer’s facebook page moment by moment, this glorious Thanksgiving week.
And with Laura.
While all the world is warring
And storms blow over,
Stop, still scarring lives,
I unwrap sweet gift of resting
Unworthy as I am
In a cabin, boxed small peace
Made in part by hands of man
The one that loves me
Still, like embers in this fire here
In the cabin in the woods
Warm like fingers of the flame
Dancing like the ballerinas in Swan Lake
So graceful draping
Over logs in gentle beauty
Warm and wild.
And still and quiet are loud and thick
Like dense gray fog if she could speak
Peace envelopes in the quiet
And comfort blankets me in love, such peace.
I tuck my heart up in this place and soak
My soul in silence.
And there is warring in my soul
Only at the time of leaving.
But peace is carried off from here
While worlds away are hard at war
It’s tucked in memory in my pockets
For my treasured keeping.
He restores, rebuilds
Our love
We stare, we lie
In rest, repose.
Stilled, our souls by calm
And ready to return from this
Boxed gift
Sweet love in silence
Saved and savored
In the cabin in the woods.
Joining Deidra
elizabeth w. marshall 