Archive for the ‘Heaven’ Tag

The Veil is Torn   Leave a comment

Come to know and to expect the Spirit working in quiet wondrous ways

For angels are always in your presence

Be alert and compassionate seeking how to please

You are precious and valued beyond your imagining and in My constant

 loving sight

There is no need to be guarded with Me

For what you try to conceal will only try to steal your soul

My love cannot be borrowed or purchased

It is a free will offering

To be received and returned willingly

By faith you are healed

By grace you live

By mercy you are forgiven

And the scars of your history are healed

By the forgiveness you allow

Broken hearts give sight to the sufferer

For the cost of true compassion is dear

See Me … for I am always here

In seabirds, sunsets, white capped waves

And in the mirror of your self examination

 

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Always and Forever   Leave a comment

If we could not see the sky

Could we declare it is not there

Yet there are those that would insist

Retaliate and persist to prove it does not exist

The truth after all is this

We are the ocean – We are its beach

Our Creator, like the sky

Always and forever is within reach

 

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Things are Looking Up   Leave a comment

You can float — And you can fly

And even walk if the ground is dry

Your very presence offers me

Reminders of endless possibilities

 

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What is this Life but a Vapor … (James 4:14)   1 comment

There is so much noise out there

Vying for our attention

How do we — How can we

Hear what Inner Spirit has to say

And have our voices heard above the fray

Beware a counterfeit call to action

That may only serve to be a distraction

‘Together We Can’

A well-worn phrase

Rests on wisdom’s page

Taming rage and poisonous resentments

Unified we can burn with new desire

Create new healthy appetites to inspire

With a welcome message that includes all at the table

Matters not if you’re well or able

But what matters first is our willingness

To feed first another

Perhaps astounded we’ll discover that this recipe for empathy

Will relieve our own hunger-pangs and inner grumbling

The greatest offering and hardest one might be

To include those we might deem our enemies

We cannot pray for just ourselves

Or those we love, or like, or haven’t even met

But those we do not love, or like, and haven’t met

Must be met with good intentions just the same

This is as Jesus said the harder thing to do

Yet isn’t what we seek universal harmony

The hope of good for all

Of course there will always be

Self-seekers, ruinous people, and their lies

Beware association and remember to be wise

Even with patience and forgiveness as our lifelong friends

From some people or situations it’s best we be divorced

For love cannot be forced

Noise erects buildings with flimsy sticks soon to turn to dust

Our voices are what will last

Recorded in every listening ear and knowing heart

Then archived for a time beyond this place for which we are set apart

I must seek to choose each word and deed

As though it is the only currency I have to spend

I guarantee the tide will one day turn

And in the silence of mid-tide will come the answer

Racism, criticism, and every other ism yet defined

Will be, can be, must be

Overcome … not left undone

For another generation

Powerless yet powerful

Dependent only upon

The One who made us

And can save us

On the condition of our free will

Which is why we must turn our trust

To the Creator and the Creative that lives in each of us

And with courage take a stand

And if for whatever reason you cannot stand

You can and you must support the ones who can

 

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Looking Up   Leave a comment

I don’t know what the day will hold

But I know that God will hold me through the day

 

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March On   3 comments

In this New Year – I overstretched – literally – Yoga postures accompany my three week routine at the gym but on January 1, I tested the boundaries of my limberness to a painful degree. I have since had acupuncture, massage with cupping, and tomorrow will see a chiropractor – Everyday I recount my gratitude for this being only temporary and for the gift of a more acute compassion for those who suffer greatly. Yesterday, I may have over-did it again in the Women’s March here in Sarasota, walking two miles over the Ringling Bridge. I don’t regret one uncomfortable step. I witnessed women in wheel chairs, walking with canes, and even reflected on those who suffered the cruelty of the holocaust. I know that out of pain comes great reward when we turn to garner its lessons for others to pave a better way for the future – And that is where we all are today, aren’t we? To care, to love, to trust, that all things work together for good for those who love God — At all times there are opportunity – if I see my situation as such – And seize it to be part of a greater solution for all – And in all things and in all ways to be thankful and act with love – to serve is a gift – to stand by idly only serves to block the way – So, to get out of the way we must get in the flow of service –

Words of wisdom, comfort, and truth that feed my soul and are medicine for my body – As we know worry is one of our greatest enemies – May these healing words prosper us all each day to live in thankfulness, with joy, ready to serve, sharing with one another.

How often I reflect on these words of Jesus that were written by the Apostle and physician, Luke.

Thank you Jesus – thank you Dr. Luke 😉

From the Gospel of Luke Chapter 12

24: “And how much more valuable you are than birds! Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?”

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“Be dressed ready for service and keep your lamps burning, …”

 

 

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It Depends On How You See It   2 comments

Slowly, ever so slowly

The waters begin to move

Her steam rises from the surface

Leaning closer with intrigue

The vapors caress each open pore

Without pressing for results

Just standing waiting there

Dancing waters create moments

To cherish and for prayer

Hydro cat’s-eyes turn to bubbles

Proving false the claim

That a watched pot never boils

Instead these churning waters

Gift an opportunity for patience and her myriad rewards

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