OUR CEASELESS NOW

OUR CEASELESS NOW

Our ceaseless life

together

is one timely woven

continuum

of relationships,

events,

experiences,

surprises and

opposites.

We continue

to experience

the equalizing pain

and joy

of being our

perfectly

imperfect selves.

Everyday,

somehow and

some way,

our evolving ego

confronts

the deeper

strength

of the

Spirit of

our Depths.

Everyday,

the cross

that has our name on it,

awaits

our integrity

to refine

our true meaning

and purpose,

reshaping, redefining

what is is

to grow

and heal

and serve

in Love.

How we take

those sharp jabs

of inner and outer

voices

sharpens

our prevailing trust

in this

Sacred Process.

They—all of them—

the healing voices

and

the hurtful voices—

are solid servants of

Divine Presence

working in us.

“My problems

may be a ton,

my problems

may be an ounce;

but it ain’t how

big or little they are;

but how I take’um

that counts.”*

So,

thank You for Your

supportive affirmation;

and thank You for

every sacred scar.

We choose to heed and heal

them all,

slowly,

painfully and gratefully,

one by one,

through myriad experiences

of humbling self-awareness

and loving

non-attachment

determined to

awaken and evolve,

grow and serve.

Divine Love

is such a

crazy wonderful Force.

At once that pernicious snake

in the garden

and the guiding star of hope

remain close by.

Our resistance

and humiliation—

confirming our human

margins,

placed in Transforming Presence—

fall upward

into release,

harmony

and insight.

Another learning

liberates!

Delicious new wine

spills over our glasses!

Our ceaseless lives

embrace another

glimpse

of Ceaseless Life

here, now.

(* A poem I learned in childhood)

Hal Edwards

April 22, 2016

Wauconda

GRATITUDE’S VISIT WITH VICTIM

GRATITUDE’S VISIT WITH VICTIM

On a very dark and desolate night

When no other creatures

Would venture out into such despair,

Gratitude finds her way through

Shadowy murkiness and obscurity

and knocks at the locked, rusty door

Of Victim’s house.

Knock, knock, knock.

“May I come in?” Gratitude asks.

She persists,

Knocking and waiting—

Knock, knock, knock.

Victim hears the intrusive interruption.

She is afraid.

Indeed, the knocking seems

Incessant, tireless and annoying,

Even judgmental in its persistence.

Gratitude calls out,

“Let me in. I am your faithful friend,”

but her words sound perverted;

to Victim they translate as

judgmental and imposing.

Knock, knock, knock,

Gentle and consistent

Gratitude continues in

Her modest visitation.

Fed up and overwhelmed

With stubborn self-will,

Victim rushes to the door,

Opens it and screams,

“Why do you torture me

with your trash talk?

Why don’t you go away

And leave me in peace?!”

Diatribes explode through her lips,

As poisonous arrows split the air.

At last, in the exasperated silence

There is space and time.

Gratitude quietly speaks. Continue reading