the crystal clear


what is it that i would insist upon—
anchor in the weight of thought?

would i lend my witness
to a confirmation of darkness?

no

insistence spills light everywhere

i will not be hostage
to divisions
whispered speculations
titillations
of latest confrontations

the crystal clear
sings its piercing protest—
silent amidst
cacophonies of
competing cries

still small voice*
out-noising the noise
lucid truth
unsullied song

you know the sound

God sings you in the midst

—Joni Overton-Jung

*see I Kings 19:12

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prayer for earth day

prayer for earth day

“The whole earth is at rest, and is quiet: they break forth into singing.” Isaiah 14:7

“Midst the falling leaves of old-time faiths, above the frozen crust of creed and dogma, the divine Mind-force, filling all space and having all power, upheaves the earth. In sacred solitude divine Science evolved nature as thought, and thought as things. This supreme potential Principle reigns in the realm of the real, and is “God with us,” the I AM.
As mortals awake from their dream of material sensation, this adorable, all-inclusive God, and all earth’s hieroglyphics of Love, are understood; and infinite Mind is seen kindling the stars, rolling the worlds, reflecting all space and Life, - but not life in matter. Wisely governing, informing the universe, this Mind is Truth, -  not laws of matter. Infinitely just, merciful, and wise, this Mind is Love, - but not fallible love” Miscellaneous Writings, MB Eddy

on this earth day
this day on earth
let the waters
that flow through me
the waters of my thoughts
heart
hands
feet
be rivers
of kindness
washing
spilling
overflowing
anointing
perpetual praise

may this ground
of my heart
my thoughts
never be hardened
to growth
ever patient
inadvertently joyful
living to give

may the air
of my heart, my thoughts
be breath
sweet
clean
gentle
purifying:
antidote to bitterness, fear and greed

may this ocean
of my heart
my thoughts
be bottomless refuge
of assurance-
give way
to tiny fingers,
carry without effort
the largest load

may the skies within me,
heart and thought,
be tireless dispellers of the dark-
each impartial
borderless glance of light shining the
earth into sharp relief-release:
the whole world, earth, universe, each,
tenderly held in divine Love’s infinite hands

joni overton-jung

stars beckon

beach-walking
in the dark
ice-lined shore

all around me
night air
holds its breath

cusp of infinity

how small
how small
footsteps feel

stars reach out
extend their offering

o wise man
o wise woman
stars beckon*

this corridor
infinite trail
of straight and narrow**

come
follow follow follow

lose not sight
of this Light

Christ

silent voice
singing out the sky
silently silently

beacon song
within
around
above

light of Light:

shining out the night

joni overton-jung

*Matthew 2
**Matthew 7

still small voice

I.
can you

see the face of the sky?

read the signs of the times? *1

gauge the tenor of thought?

discern the state of things within?

is there a storm brewing?
floods of fear
waves of rage
hateful righteousness
reaching a boiling point?

we are being called

not to be barometer
for world currents:
suggestion, projection,
manipulation

but to sift real
from unreal
to heed the
still small voice within **2

Elijah heard it
on the mountain
as he faced
wind
earthquake
fire

and right there—
he heard
the still small voice
of God

stilling the storm
lighting the dark—
peace breaking through

suddenly the world
is seen
as God sees:
safe, intact, assured.

II.
today,
instead of railing,
wondering,
blaming,
being transfixed
by portent of the times

we could,
like Elijah,
make our way higher,
find the center of our hearts—
not turn away,
but turn towards
the face of God

and there in some hush
an assurance—
insistent stillness—
hear, see, feel God, good
embracing the universe
in impartial, impervious
tenderness

here is where we see the face of the sky
discern the real signs of the times
storms find their stillness
fires burn but do not consume
the earth moves in wonder
all things are safe, intact, assured
everything about us
sings for joy.

—Joni Overton-Jung
*1 Matthew 16:3
**2 I Kings 19:12
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choosing the good part

are you careful
and troubled
about many things?

one thing
one thing alone
is needful

seek God first*
this can’t be taken from you

let your ministrations
be by angels

tending to your hands
your heart
your every thought

every task
a benediction
every action
reflecting Love

—Joni Overton-Jung

*See Matthew 6:33

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walk with me

and from the mountain top
Jesus saw them,
his disciples—

toiling in rowing,
the ship
in the midst of the sea

and as they struggled,
braced against the wind,
oars pressed to unfriendly waters

he walked to them

over wave
through gale

unhurried
unharried

“be of good cheer”
he said,
“be not afraid,
it’s me.”*

up into the ship he went
(no laboured hoisting,
no desperate rescue)
and the wind ceased

the peace, a resounding hush

see the wake he leaves
message etched on now still waters:

walk over, not into or with*
buffetings, bluster, rage, fear
walk over, not into or with
torrents, tempest, rancour, despair

walk with me,
Christ:
inner voice of calm
truth teller
divine oasis
your shelter from all storms

joni overton-jung

*Mark 6
*Mary Baker Eddy

you belong

i was sitting in church the other night

it was time for silent prayer

and then time to pray the Lord’s prayer

i found myself listening the prayer

feeling the prayer

instead of speaking the prayer so quietly out loud

Our Father…

our

Father

everyone’s Father

all of us here

which art in heaven

we are in heaven

hallowed be Thy name

hallowed by Thy name

cherished, hallowed, holy, adored

suddenly

a phrase began to insert itself

“you belong”

it was quiet but insistent

“you belong”

“you all belong”

“you belong”

and i was whisked back to dinner

when my dear dear friend

said to me

“sometimes i don’t know where i belong

where do i belong?”

and the prayer just kept going

as if it was a prayer for her

“you belong

you belong

in heaven

but not out there

in heaven

held here

this kingdom come

Thy kingdom come

your kingdom come

within

without

placed

held

with your own

so goodness you

ours

belonging

reverenced

cherished

adored

amen

amen

amen

amen”

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Pilgrim on earth, home and heaven are within thee,
Heir of the ages and child of the day.
Cared for, watched over, beloved and protected,
Walk thou with courage each step of the way. (Christian Science Hymnal P.M.)

Pilgrim on earth, thy home is heaven; stranger, thou art the guest of God. Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy

“eternity is not later, or in any unfindable place”

the other day i got news that a friend’s daughter had passed on. so i sent a note, and this was part of the letter that came in return:

“The ospreys are crying plaintively. They seem to understand.”

everything in me had to rise up to hold back the sea of sorrow. then i came across this poem by Mary Oliver:

Count the Roses

Count the roses, red and fluttering.
Count the roses, wrinkled and salt.
Each with its yellow lint at the center.
Each with its honey pooled and ready.
Do you have a question that can’t be answered?
Do the stars frighten you by their heaviness
and their endless number?
Does it bother you, that mercy is so difficult to
understand?
For some souls it’s easy; they lie down on the sand
and are soon asleep.
For others, the mind shivers in its glacial palace,
and won’t come.
Yes, the mind takes a long time, is otherwise occupied
than by happiness, and deep breathing.
Now, in the distance, some bird is singing.
And now I have gathered six or seven deep red,
half-opened cups of petals between my hands,
and now I have put my face against them
and now I am moving my face back and forth, slowly,
against them.
The body is not much more than two feet and a tongue.
Come to me, says the blue sky, and say the word.
And finally even the mind comes running, like a wild thing,
and lies down in the sand.
Eternity is not later, or in any unfindable place.
Roses, roses, roses, roses.

there is nothing like poetry 

just nothing like it

when it comes to carving out the spaces of our hearts

to find a place to breathe

to hear

to know past knowing

to grasp the things

so far beyond

our grasp

and then there they are

hovering ever so softly

in the midst

opening inner eyes

to glean

to glimpse

life

timeless

never not present

none of us

missing

diminished

cut short

but shining out

in sharp relief

our reference

our Source

compelling

life

on eternity’s

terms

“not later

or in any unfindable place”

but dawning up

from the very midst

breaking through the winters

of grief

to see our lives

whole

and holy

in ever tender

illuming

glances

ushering

ushering

ushering

each other on

the air

resonating

its all presence

all accounted for

all conscious

of being

forever

loved.

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“Why seek ye the living among the dead?  He is not here, but is risen.” Luke 24

“O come and find, the Spirit saith,
The Truth that maketh all men free.
The world is sad with dreams of death.
Lo, I am Life, come unto Me.” Elizabeth Adams

“May the great Shepherd that “tempers the wind to the shorn lamb,”
and binds up the wounds of bleeding hearts, just comfort,
encourage, and bless all who mourn.” Mary Baker Eddy