in this day…

here in this day

before you begin

before the launch

the hurtling forth

wait

stay

pause

listen

beneath assumption

presumption

myriad forecastinations

answers await

presence asserts

already

all ready

all all ready

abundance proceeding

unveiling

unfolding

all offerings found

all received

“God is our mother as truly as he is our father; and he shows us this in everything, and especially in the sweet words where he says ‘It is I’, that is to say, ‘It is I: the power and goodness of fatherhood; It is I: the wisdom of motherhood. It is I: the light and grace which is all blessed love. It is I: the Trinity. It is I: the unity. I am the sovereign goodness of all manner of things. It is I that make you love. It is I that make you long. It is I: the eternal fulfillment of all true desires.'” Julian of Norwich Revelations of Divine Love

1 O God, you are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
my soul thirsts for you,
my body longs for you,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water.

2 I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.

3 Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

4 I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.

5 My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.

6 On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.

7 Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.

8 My soul clings to you;
your right hand upholds me. Psalms 63

“I am Spirit. Man, whose senses are spiritual, is my
likeness. He reflects the infinite understanding, for I am
Infinity. The beauty of holiness, the perfection of being,
imperishable glory, — all are Mine, for I am
God. I give immortality to man, for I am
Truth. I include and impart all bliss, for I am Love.
I give life, without beginning and without end, for I am
Life. I am supreme and give all, for I am Mind. I am
the substance of all, because I AM THAT I AM.”
Mary Baker Eddy Science and Health

“something changed…”

“let there be light

and there was light”

light light light

everywhere light

spilling

shining

breaking open the most

secret places

singing:

“flourish!

flourish!

all of you

flourish!”

sometimes light comes in inklings, barely graspable glimmers, crumbs of insights leading us, leading us on and out, journeys Spiritward. sometimes it comes in sweeping waves, moments so clear our lives change in a moment. i love the passage from Isaiah that says, “precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little.” the littles, even the littles…cherish the littles…build, grow, move, embrace, stretch, yearn, reach, soar.

Mary Baker Eddy puts it beautifully in this way: “When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts. Oh, may you feel this touch, — it is not the clasping of hands, nor a loved person present; it is more than this: it is a spiritual idea that lights your path!”

one of my most cherished moments of light happened the summer after high school. this poem was written a few years ago for my friend Sally:

we are at the dead end

in a station wagon

looking out the window for a sunset,

the lake pushing up against the sky.

i am railing once again against my life;

injustices of disappointments

having decided

how things ought to be and aren’t.

you are a fine-tuned ear

drinking in the words

but not sinking in my sorrow

your gaze takes me

out beyond the sky and lake

and road of gravel

you are leading me on a journey of air

out beyond this yearning

out beyond the throws of despair

out we go

catapulted by the splitting of sky before us

the sky

the sky is breaking open

and in between the light and water and air

there is a hovering i have hoped for

but have not seen

this is heaven.

the shattering of doubt

the consummation of hope

you and me

sitting in a station wagon

at the end of one long dirt road

in a sea of infinity

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Sara Grove’s song “Something Changed” says it so well:

“Something changed inside me broke wide open all spilled out
Till I had no doubt that something changed

Never would have believed it till I felt it in my own heart
In the deepest part the healing came

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can’t afford it
But it’s mine

Something so amazing in a heart so dark and dim
When a wall falls down and the light comes in

And I cannot make it
And I cannot fake it
And I can’t afford it
But it’s mine”

what in this day…

what today is heralding the holy?

what is calling out to you in the midst?

right where there are walls, wonderings, hosts of unanswered questions

what is waiting to emerge, be revealed, discovered, glimpsed, gleaned?

wilderness moments are ripe with offerings,

not the wastelands we perceive them to be

fruitful pause before spring

when all is quiet

poignant with promise

gracious unfurling

for Moses it was a burning bush, a voice to waken

the ground was holy

he had to stand on it with both feet

“Think of this, dear reader, for it will lift the sackcloth from your eyes, and you will behold the soft-winged dove descending upon you. The very circumstance, which your suffering sense deems wrathful and afflictive, Love can make an angel entertained unawares. Then thought gently whispers: ‘Come hither!'” Mary Baker Eddy from Science and Health

“Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” Rumi

“All day
on their airy backbones
they toss in the wind,

they bend as though it was natural and godly to bend,
they rise in a stiff sweetness,
in the pure peace of giving
one’s gold away.” from Goldenrod by Mary Oliver

“Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; ands the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.” Psalms 141:2

“there is that is…”

“THERE IS THAT IS

And now, luv:

Be careless a little!

Dawdle somewhat.

Even drift.

There is something waiting

to announce itself.

But how can it appear?

How be heard–

when, without let-up,

stormed like this,

as if heaven’s got

by hammering at it?

None can besiege

what’s given.

Ah, come–

let wonderment in!

Allow for gifts.”

Doris Peel: Selected Poems 1955-1975

“Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.” Luke 17:21

“‘The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the
violent take it by force!’ said Jesus. Therefore are
its spiritual gates not captured, nor its golden streets
invaded.

We recognize this kingdom, the reign of harmony
within us, by an unselfish affection or love, for this is the
pledge of divine good and the insignia of heaven.” Mary Baker Eddy, Retrospection and Introspection

with open face…

with open face

open face

open

open

heart

face

hand

wide open

“Here, O my Lord, I’d see Thee face to face;
Here would I touch and handle things unseen;
Here grasp with firmer hand th’ eternal grace,
And all my weariness upon Thee lean.” Horatius Bonar

“We all with open face…beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the spirit of the Lord.” II Corinthians 3:18

uncluttered, unfettered, unshuttered

offering of light

no hidden darkness

or shame

no enclave of regret

just light

unabashed innocence

unsurprised delight

where other than here?

where would i rather be

than here?

for where other than here

can there be all

all that can be sought,

wanted,

hoped for,

than here…

for here

right here

You are. You the I of all I Am.

and would i not rather be

an usher at your door,*

a beholder, a welcomer, a watch

to herald, receive, witness, embrace

all that You call forth,

all that You send?

than any possible other thing?

this is no dormant day

no grasping, bated breath of wondering

whether good will come,

whether my time will come,

when things will be what they were meant to be,

watch,

see,

behold,

usher,

give thanks,

say yes,

open your eyes

the great Giver gives,

you are that giving,

the giving is given

no strings,

never fettered,

intended,

meant,

adored,

received

utter uttering praise

*I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God. Psalms 84:10

“enter into the heart of prayer…”

to be washed, to be clean, to be seen,

to be stripped free, unconstrained,

born new, born again, borne of no time

enter here

this heart of prayer

sanctuary: you and God

resplendent silence

drenched in light

a sea of stillness

you remember

belonging

unadulterated knowing

spaces of certain plenty

innocence

promises that will

never grow old

*”To enter into the heart of prayer, the door of the erring senses must be closed. Lips must be mute and materialism silent, that man may have audience with Spirit, the divine Principle, Love, which destroys all error.”  Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy

“consider the lilies…”

“Consider the lilies…

how they grow;

they toil not,

neither do they spin.” Matthew 6

consider

the lilies:

they grow.

they don’t toil.

they don’t spin.

they grow.

“in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)” e.e. cummings

there’s no rushing grace

no forcing the hand of Love’s flowers

no anxious intake of breath before the petals unfold

just a steady, certain opening of one’s hands

the offering was never in question

inevitable Giver

the whole world reciprocates with gladness

“The lilies grow without toiling or spinning. God clothes them. We can, we do grow from the same Source, and as unconsciously, and it should be as gently, from His dear hand who careth for us.” Mary Baker Eddy

floods of love…

“When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him.” Isaiah

floods of Love.

flooded with the floods of Love…encircled, engulfed, carried in the surging soaring currents of divine Love’s loving–right where the floods of anything else may seem to be, right there…right there…Love’s centre and circumference, centering, sheltering, a showering of promise, praise and peace. divine Mother Love holding each of us so tenderly, rooting and grounding us in strength, clarity, purity, poise, grace.

“Where the floods of trouble flow/ Find Thy perfect, calm reflection.” Edith Brewer

“What if the old dragon should send forth a new flood to drown the Christ-idea? He can neither drown your voice with its roar, nor again sink the world into the deep waters of chaos and old night.”  Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health

“Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.” Song of Solomon

right here. right wherever we are…here…Love knows us, face to face.  deep in  pools of light, bottomless love…there, there, here, flooding out the floods of night.

“More glorious still, as centuries roll,
New regions blest, new powers unfurled,
So Truth reveals the perfect whole,
Its radiance shall o’erflow the world, —

Shall flow to bless but not destroy;
As when the cloudless lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps the lingering mist away.”

John Bowring

“love is a place…”

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

e.e. cummings

I’m thinking about the things that try to shut us down before we even get going: the negative whispers, the accusations, assertions of futility. how often we give them blanket access to our mental spaces, accept them as our own, deal with the darkness as if it is part of us.

yet no matter what the onslaught, no matter what the haze of confusion, uncertainty, despair…the steady stream of our lives flows on, flows right past the naysayers, flows into ever newness, flows and flows with the relentless purity of who we are.

no question there are times we feel distracted, tricked, stalled, but even then, integrity trumps lies, and right where the haze has been, our lives shine up before us.

In her book Science and Health, Mary Baker Eddy has a gorgeous passage that talks about the joy that comes with overcoming, seeing through the things that don’t belong to us. She says,  “A louder song, sweeter than has ever before reached high heaven, now rises clearer and nearer to the great heart of Christ; for the accuser is not there, and Love sends forth her primal and everlasting strain.”

the accuser is not there, the assassin is not there…nothing can separate us from the love of God, nothing can separate us from love, from feeling and knowing and understanding our place in Love’s plan, and the crystal clear joy of this, the everlasting certainty of the word yes.