
Photo credit: Kristy Lynn Cloud
Bright and whole,
Photo credit: Kristy Lynn Cloud
Bright and whole,
Morning brings life.
The sun reveals what
hides in the shadows.
The dark is swept
away. All is well.
Clouds disappear.
The breeze stirs.
Shivering the leaves
the Spirit is alive.
20 October 2016
Forms
taking shape
surrounding, bounding
new possibilities for new life
creating, calling out
of nothing all
life.
Words
sounding clear
defining, bringing
fresh expressions of grace
giving, nurturing in
us a gentle
life.
Dawn
sun peeking
brightening, revealing
the first gasps of day’s breath
speaking, moving
towards joyful
life.
20 October 2015
The flatness that surrounds is dull,
deadening the senses, slowly leeching
life from hapless souls stuck in the
wicked sameness of daily life.
I wake to this morning by morning
wondering if today will provide the
moment of color – deep, renewing,
capable of restoring my voice which
has become sullenly silent. Why,
I wonder, has the flatness of life
stolen my voice? How do words
hide in such plain sight? Is there
a secret to call to them, to bring them
back home, to unleash their power
to reshape the flatness, to renew
what has grown weary, to bring life?
16 October 2015
Music forms as the notes float upward,
little fingers dancing across black and white.
Her voice joins the notes encircling them,
forming a sacred melody of joyful praise.
What calls forth this response of prayer
through song? Who breathes life into
her small voice? O Divine Spirit, ’tis You
who animates the breath pushed through
throat and chords, who leads fingers in
their walk across the ivory keyboard.
Gracious Spirit, You call forth prayer in
ways no words can utter. Only by You
do our music and dance, flowing words,
simple drawings and molded clay emerge
from the creative space, transforming
simple offerings into beautiful Praise.
1 October 2015