I hear the unblown flute,
In the deep summer shadows …
As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so
the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together
and trying, with difficulty, to remember how to make wildflowers.
Imperceptibly heaving with the old impatience, it knows
for certain that two horses walk upon it, weary of hay.
The horses, sway-backed and self important, cannot design
how the small white pony mysteriously escapes the fence every day.
This is the miracle just beyond their heavy-headed grasp, Continue reading “The Meadow (Summer Solstice Meditation) …”
Return to the darkness, return
this longest night of wonder
Return to the dream, return
this holy night to ponder
Deep in the night, listen
Continue reading “Born of a Star (Advent/Winter Solstice) …”
Advent is the perfect time to clear and prepare the Way. Advent is a winter training camp for those who desire peace. By reflection and prayer, by reading and meditation, we can make our hearts a place where a blessing of peace would desire to abide and where the birth of the Prince of Peace might take place.
— Edward Hays from A Pilgrim’s Almanac
Continue reading “Seeking the Light: Advent Prayers …”
There is a tendency to want to hurry from autumn to spring, to avoid the long dark days that winter brings. Many people do not like constant days bereft of light and months filled with colder temperatures. They struggle with the bleakness of land and the emptiness of trees. Their eyes and hearts seek color. Their spirits tire of tasting the endless gray skies. There is great rejoicing in the thought that light and warmth will soon be filling more and more of each new day. Continue reading “A Celebration of Winter Solstice …”
A candle is a small thing.
But one candle can light another.
And see how its own light increases,
as a candle gives its flame to the other.
You are such a light.
— Moshe Davis and Victor Ratner from The Birthday Of The World
Continue reading “Better To Light A Candle …”
No one but me by the fire,
my hands burning
red in the palms while
the night wind carries
everything away outside. Continue reading “The Winter of Listening …”
In midsummer, under the luminous
sky of everlasting light,
the laced structures of thought
like the filigrees of the white
diaphanous Continue reading “Midsummer Prayer …”
All throughout these months
as the shadows
this blessing has been
this night. Continue reading “Blessing For The Longest Night …”