… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Joy unspeakable
is not silent
it moans, hums, and bends
to the rhythm of a dancing universe.
It is a fractal of transcendent hope,
a hologram of God’s heart
a black hole of unknowing. ~ Barbara A. Holmes
What is joy unspeakable for you?
Contemplation is sustained sympathetic, reverent attention. It is what occurs when we take time to dwell. ~ Ronald L. Grimes
When do you dwell?
“All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.” ~ Wayne Muller
What music emerges from you?
“If the Ghost Hunters snuck up behind me as I was trying to write, they might see a universe of slave liberators, political agitators, Baptist preachers, exuberant orators, beloved writers and incomparable musicians – so many musicians – arrayed around me all in chorus, urging and cajoling and daring me to somehow dig a little deeper. ~ Touré
Who is daring you to dig deeper?
“I want to touch you deeply, beneath the surface where our real stories lie. Touch you where the fragments of our being are, where the sediment of things that shaped us forms the verdant delta of our human story” ~ Richard Wagamese
What sediment do you find?
Broken, we kneel; humbled, we cry: help, Jesus! Raise us gently on high. Book of Common Prayer
With the Eyes of the Heart 