Be Still Sweet Soul

Sometimes the dull, dropped, dark dank, leaves of fall

Lie broken under foot,

Like death,

Busted like dry bones crackle.

And sometimes

The path through canopy of trees,

The wood’s own trail of life

Seems paved with aged confetti,

Strewn from spring’s gay party on the path.

The leaves the same, the framing changed.

It is both and it is nature’s way,

A cycle of seasons

Under foot and heavenward

And all around.

The woods tell stories, whispered

Stories. Listen and

Be still sweet soul,

In all and know that He is

God.

While you wonder,

While you wander,

And while you still sit

In weathered chair, of life,

Be still sweet one

And know.

Joining Deidra for her lovely Sunday Community.

Chosen Joy

Today is Day 21. And its all about JOY.To read the collective tread lightly over here.

Scatter Joy

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Am I the scatterer of, stumbler of the stumbled on?

Do I throw it out for seekers and needers starving for joyers?

Am I the depleter of or replenisher of?

Has He not provided like mana, the morsels of Joy enough to feast on, then re-stock the life shelves with?

When will I be the Joy in the life of the hungry for?

When will I take my portion and give it back to the malnourished in sadness, the Joy-starved?

So Today I choose Joy.

And look to pick up with a cheerful heart, renewing the heart with gratitude.

And knock the socks off others with the Joy that I have so graciously been given.

Strong Joy, meaty Joy, pulsing the veins,the life-blood, beating the heart, filling the soul.

Today I choose, for me and my house, JOY.

She sings like music to the ears of a weary one.

Transforms the death march into the dance of joyous celebration. Trumpets the return of living.

Joy, the tear-wiper, Joy, the soul- cleanser,

Joy the re-storer of dry-bones death.

Ode to Joy, a Alleluia Chorus of Praise for the hearts of the weary women.

Counting it all this in all,

Joy.

Leaning into the Joy of the Lord, a walking cane, a brace, my rod and staff.

Joy.

And I bleet like a sheep, crying out to my Shepherd,

Restore my Joy as I choose Joy,

Today.

Joining Deidra

And L.L. Barkat for In On and Around Mondays.

Silence – No Words

May you experience the power of a touch, a glance, a silent prayer. May you embrace the quiet, enter into the praises in the music, hear anew the wind blow through and touch your face. May the sirens, screams, loud cries of the world fall silent on your soul as you seek His face, His charachter and His grace, in the beautiful silence.

Hoping wordless moments ride on wings like eagles, and lift you up into the Holy places for intimate moments of worship, prayer, and praise to God the Father.

Wishing you Silence on this Sabbath, a transforming and restorative pause from the world, and a regenerative break from the words.

Peace of our Lord,

Elizabeth



Joining Deidra’s wonderful Sunday Community and The Nester for the 31 Days Series.

This is Day 14. You can read the collective here.

Please feel free to leave a comment, but in the spirit of Silence-No Words, you may choose to simply embrace the quiet and leave your sweet quiet presence instead. Enjoy the tranquil, enjoy the quiet.

Rest, Respite, Recovery–For the Soul

May you each cup in your hand
rest and respite
quiet and calm
gazing and off-staring
dreaming day and dreaming night
breathing deep and sighing long
laying down and looking up.
So  when  New Tomorrow comes, you can get on her back, sailing off to all wonders of    Glorious New Day.
Rested and ready
For the all He has
For you and for me
To do, in Love
To do, in service
To do in the living.
Abundant Grace to you in Soul Recovery
May it Be,
For you
May it Be,
For we.
May it Be,
For Him.

Jesus said

Come off by yourselves; lets take a break and get a little rest.

For there was constant coming and going.–Mark 6:31

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Linking with Deidra and Heather on this Sunday.