dance the prayer

Christianity, Christmas, Poetry, Scripture, Spirituality
  dance the prayer i stretch and feel every hair waking in the dawn (of creation?) of the morning and savor the blessed cup (of new life?) of coffee as dreams and visions dance like fairies from behind the veil not yet born calling out to wisdom, go on girl! dance the prayer into being. Terri Stewart, 12/5/2010 This is a poem created by pondering the first week of Advent and prompted by reflections on the writings of Christine Valters Paintner, OblSB,PhD, REACE.  You can find here here.  The words that popped out to me during the pondering of her writings were: Stir Stay awake Waiting, anticipation Alertness, watchfulness Vitality, preparing for birth Birth of God into the world Sacred possibilities Tension Rest deeply Signs and portents I wonder what pops out to you during th


Nature, Poetry, Spirituality
volcano you are drilling into my base disrupting   my sleep as if i have no life of my own.  extracting the useful minerals and elements and rocks and life to manipulate.           like i am one big box of crayons for you to use as you create life in your image.  not the pack of 64 crayons not the pack of 128 but the infinite colors of life but you use only burnt sienna.   wake up! i am Mother Gaia the colors of the cosmos life comes on my terms.            do not push me beyond the limits sustainable by creation it will not be pretty.                       Terri Stewart, 2010  Well, it seems it has been quite a year.  I never really put it all together until Friday.  -Sarah, my beloved Beagle, died of cancer in July of 2009 -I finally did the heavy lifting grieving work