Sunday, September 29, 2013


This day at thy creating Word
First o’er the earth the light was poured:
O Lord, this day upon us shine
And fill our souls with light divine
                                         Universalis Hymn

                                                                                                                        Google Images

                                                        The morning comes 
                                                        like soft hands 
                                                        out of my dreaming, 
                                                        where I wake

                                                        twisting words
                                                        in flames of possibilities 
                                                        between the tips 
                                                        of attention;

                                                        becoming the coloring glass 
                                                        I am looking through
                                                        for glimpses of the unfathomable 
                                                        beauty of You;

                                                        holding them up to the limitless, 
                                                        molting hues
                                                        of You.

                                                        These small spheres 
                                                        of words,
                                                        like all clacking colors
                                                        of marbles

                                                        rolling over the edges
                                                        of meaning,
                                                        into the wells 
                                                        of the unspeakable,

                                                        we lower our

                                                        into the dark


  1. This is an Ars Poetica! A Prayerful Ars Poetica -- Love it. Wow. This is heavy and deep. And it makes me smile! Oh, these words, and oh, their myriad layers and levels of meaning. Would it not be easy to say that Silence is the language of holiness? If not for the fact that God gave us the Word, and the Word was with him? To have a love for Christ and a love for language....and to have a friend in it -- Pure Blessing! I'm so happy for your journey. And I'm so happy to share in it! May God's Holy Spirit bless you always with inspiration, motivation, meaning, mystery, and wisdom!

  2. There is so much to speak of and discuss in this piece -- it is so neat to witness this becoming. We'll need to print this out in hard copy -- the tips of attention, the coloring glass, the spheres -- so much! Can't wait to sit with this piece longer -- it deserves many readings!

    1. Thank you Amy for your loving comments. So thankful for the gift of words and good friends to share them with. Silence bears our sounds and notes and words...may we use them to point to the beauty divine of Him. May the love and light of Christ remain within us....

  3. "Silence bears our sounds and notes and words" -- so insightful - love that. And your prayer for our words to point to God's beautiful Divinity is right on. So thankful...