Shadow work to do now
Let’s face it — I didn’t care
I did, and then…I didn’t
I do — or it’s possible, I don’t
Tell me what you think, and don’t hold back
We can’t stay here forever
For fuck’s sake, why would we want to?
Who isn’t ready, at this point, for some great and epic adventure!
This is my prayer, my petition
What do you do with the gifts I give you
The blue flags and the cardinal view? ￼￼
Do you heal, whilst you love
Do you leave legacy?
Do you fly￼
Do you let Me guide you?￼￼
What do you do with the Fall Equinox
The waned moon and the amber days too?￼￼
Do you stir, undeterred
Do you walk with purpose?
Do you rise
Do you see My True Hue?
I have a loved one who introduced me to Jesus when I was 19. Where would I be without that fact, I shudder to think. If you know and love and have faith in the God of the Bible, the Creator of the Universe, I’m asking…please pray for the person God put in my path all those years ago.
I often do a prayer-filled writing meditation where I sit down and without a goal, simply watch and listen to what God literally sets in front of me. Today it was all of these things:
•lavender from my garden
•my son’s school notebook and science book
•the blue prayer flags in my window
•a cardinal landing in the tree inches in front of my face
•golden tall grasses around the edge of my yard
And then, God asked me to ask all of us this: What do you *do*with it all?
Jackhammer & pow’r tool sounds
Prayer flags far too still
Birds just took their leave
Late morning already
And me not yet dressed for the day
Make me wonder
Are we getting any rain
The wind will not rest
It’s simply will not
Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity
Unending prayers sent up￼￼￼
I, each eve’
Displacing your sleep
If you wonder when it will stop
When the quiet￼￼ will find you
Come to me in courage
Screaming on your knees
To say goodbye￼￼￼
A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been
Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask
remember the rush
the fiery assuredness
to pray from your soul?
Likely it was always this way
Darkness knew me better than I believed
A step ahead
And always an angle
Some battles won, I will concede
The War perhaps
But for I’ve an Angel