Saturday, July 31, 2010

At the Fair

The Earth laughs in flowers.~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Thank You Marilyn

We come to love not by finding a perfect person,
but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. - Sam Keen

This is Rev Marilyn's legacy to me. She has taught me how to do this by giving her love to me and by watching her love others that I deemed unworthy.
Thank you Marilyn. Thank you. Thank you.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Day Tripping with Friends

If all the world were apple pie,
And all the sea were ink,
And all the trees were bread-and-cheese
What should we have to drink?

I drank our laughter mixed with Joy
& Michael was there too.
We snacked on forest stillness deep
Then counted fairy rings and things
On a Saturday afternoon.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Can't Get Enough of Trees

by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by people like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Tree Tree Tree

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Blessings of the Goddess

May the blessings of the Goddess rest upon you,
May her peace abide in you.
May her presence illuminate your heart
Now and forever more.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

A Tender Yes

Tender "Yes"
©2003, Melissa Phillippe

As I say a tender "yes"
to everything that comes to me
My heart is open.
I am free.

I open to All That Is.
It brings me to my knees.
I surrender.
I am Peace.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Playing Tag with God

God and I are engaged in a glorious little game of tag. I chase God with my words of praise and acknowledgement for a co-worker, a grocery bagger, a wild deer, a flowering plant. God reveals Itself and is tagged when It shares a secret smile, a recognition in deep pools of eyes, a timely rustle among the blossoms. And this personal revelation of Divine Love and Its reciprocal tag is my prize. Again!! I quietly squeal like a child at play. And our game of tag continues way past the end of the day and the setting sun. Where will you reveal yourself again, how may I tag you again, and again? Tag me, tag me!!