Friday, September 18
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church by Emily Dickinson

Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church by Emily Dickinson

Photography, poem, spiritual practice, Spirituality
Contemplating Emily Dickinson's words on Sabbath, I find a connection to the final two phrases. So instead of getting to Heaven, at last -- I'm going, all along. This connects with my vision of my relationship with the Divine. That it is a journey while we are here and living, not a relationship for a distant time "in heaven." For me, when scripture says, "The Kingdom of God is within you," I am profoundly moved. Heaven is here and where heaven is, there is Sabbath. There is home.
Finding Joy in the Possibility of Change: The Harvest

Finding Joy in the Possibility of Change: The Harvest

poem, spiritual practice, Spirituality
The Harvest She spreads her arms Presiding over Sugar beets, Clodden dirt, Dust devils and Migrants resting Backs against her Bark, biting into Scarcity with Joy and thanksgiving Ruffled winds arrive Stirring all with Wonder at what portent Is announced with the Upsweep and then the Downpour of thirst Harvest delayed as Torrents howl throwing Banshees into the distance Leaving her with arms Stretched and fingers Dripping anointed Waters from above and Below hallowing The ground of possibility ~Terri Stewart, 2014 Today, I am veering off the normal course of short reflection and using poetry to hopefully communicate my point of view. I'd love to hear your ideas and responses!  This is partially in response to two writing prompts: 1. Invitation to Poetry at abbeyofthearts.com: Inner...