… watching for the brushstrokes of God
I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
nothing fancy.
But it seems impossible.
Whatever the subject, the morning sun
glimmers it.
…As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs
even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.
from “This World” by Mary Oliver
I have been noticing lots of spiderwebs lately all over the place. Less distracted, less traffic, slower pace? Have you noticed? What do they say to you? What shimmers?
O healing river, send down your waters,
send down your waters upon this land.
O healing river, send down your waters,
and wash the blood from off the sand.
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This land is parching, this land is burning,
no seed is growing in the barren ground.
O healing river, send down your waters,
O healing river, send you waters down.
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Let the seed of freedom awake and flourish,
let the deep roots nourish, let the tall stalks rise.
O healing river, send down your waters,
O healing river, from out of the skies.
Where do you notice healing flow? Where are parched places?
Jesus asked 307 questions, was asked 186 and answered three of them.
“ We live by revelation, as Christians, as artists, which means that we must be careful never to get set into rigid molds. The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget the questions, and we become smug like the Pharisee who listed all his considerable virtues and thanked God that he was not like other men.” Madeleine l’Engle
What questions are burning within you?
Someone had built a cairn at the beach. Cairns have been around for a long time, sometimes they are used to mark a trail, at other times they are placed as a memorial marker. Sometimes we yearn for some direction, a path to reveal itself. At other times we need to mark a point in our journey to remember, celebrate, grieve or simply to stop and rest.
What points in your journey have you marked or long to mark? What direction do you seek?
Pelicans gliding and diving, dolphins swimming up and down the coast, sandpipers pecking at water’s edge, crabs appearing in and out of holes, sea turtles tracks marking night time journeys. The web of ocean and beaches abundant life if we but open our eyes.
What does the web of life hold in your surroundings?
On day two of creation God separated earth and sky, creating a horizon. Horizons beckon us beyond ourselves toward a vision. Though visible they stay just beyond our reach, thus beckoning us onward in our journey while staying present to where we are.
What horizon is beckoning you? What imagination does it take for this journey?
With the Eyes of the Heart 