Heart breath

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When the path is rocky,
~ pause us, oh God ~
May we sense you

When the journey is hard work
~ slow us, oh God ~
May we see you

When life feels overwhelming
~ hold us oh God ~
Breathe peace into our hearts

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Carried in your presence

Spirit of God,
Like the tide, roll in.
Powerful.
Steady.
Wild.
Life giving.
Over and over.
Waves of your presence
That drench us
Take our breath away
And fill us.
Your dear presence drip from all our limbs.

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And may we, the loved, inhale, plant our feet
link arms
prepare
Rejoice
Dive deep
Be carried in the waves of your presence.

Singing Soul

A blessing…

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“May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing,
dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.”
~ Saint Thérèse of Lisieux

No matter where we are. Shadow. Light.
May our lives dance out your beautiful love. May hope be our companion.

Silent corners

Where do you find the silent corners?
The spaces where you feel the gaps between your breaths?
The quiet places where you just ARE?
Where the divine is?
Where you meet with God and BE?

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Pause for a moment. Breathe in. Breathe out. God within. God without. Give thanks. And go…

Transitions

PicsArt_1409142876489Where does our gaze land? As storms sweep in, And the dusk deepens? 

As light fades to the horizon? 

And we know the night is near?…

What do we see? Know? Feel? Taste? Smell?

Is it fear, exhilaration?
Is it hope, expectation?
Do we see a big picture?
Or is our focus narrow?

How well do we trust God through this transition from day to night?

From ease to heartache?
From peace to storm?

Oh God, we place ourselves firmly within your grasp. Held within your love.

Sheltered within your shalom.
Rest… be still.

Just for a moment

There are days…
When we look in one direction and see beauty.
Imagine quiet.
Knowing full well that our ears are full of the noises of life.
And it is messy behind us.
Around us are all the calls that demand our attention.
Yet still we look.
If only for a moment.
Toward beauty and calm.
Toward peace.
Toward intentional breathing.
Toward God.
And just for a moment the noise and the mess fades.
And we remember that we are held.

The dance

Your dance is beautiful.

A gentle rythmn
Elegant.
Slow pace.
Full of fluidity and grace.
Thoughtful. Intimate.
It settles the anxious.
Brings with it an invitation.
To move heart. To move mind.
To get up and dance.
For you. About you. With you.

Your dance is balm to our soul.
Our dance is life praise to You.

Breath

Spirit of God. Almighty. Divine.                                                                                                     Blow through these lives. That the music of our hearts is a symphony of love, peace, joy, compassion..

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Blow Spirit, blow..
Like a cleansing breeze that animates our hearts,
Bringing life to weary bones,
and strengthens us for a new and glory filled day..

Resting, not stationary.

Abiding, not stagnate.

Holding on…to our moving Christ.
That we will move as one with you…

 

 

We, the loved…

Your wind blows, enlivening us.
~ animate our hearts ~
Your Spirit, as a breeze, refreshing us.
~ life flow into our veins ~
And we, the loved, move.
~ awaken us Almighty God ~
Like tender branches, we flex.
~ help us be responsive to you ~
Yet grounded. Roots planted.
~ secure us to you ~
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On a familiar road