Rain

 

The sound of rain takes me to a place of inner peace as the

Rain falls in sheets and slides down the roof over its edge in a curtain of water.

Tree leaves dance with the weight of the rain and

Flowers wash their faces in its freshness.

The sky is lower on rainy days and

Holds us close and grounded.

Sounds are muted and muffled and

Light is  defused in grayness.

But it is not a sad and depressing grayness,

But a soothing and peaceful shade

Full of the necessity of sorrow.

A rainy day is soft and dark.  It begs us to stop, rest and be mindful of our surrounds and loves.

It reminds us to take the time to be lulled by the patter of rain on the windows

Into a place of inner stillness,

And there remain, content to just be and accept what is.

I Must Wait

I have to wait, just wait,

There is nothing left to do.

Tonight is cold and dark,

I must wait for the sun.

My love is intense and passionate,

I must wait for its object.

My mind is confused and alone,

I must wait for a friend.

My heart aches and pines,

I must wait for a song.

My life is a series of waits,

But my soul is tired of waiting.

Time must slow down,

So I can catch up.

And when I do, all of the waiting will have been for nothing,

Because I will find that it  is all already here.

Illusion

Light, moving at a speed certain, or at all, is an odd concept.  It travels into what and from where?

What is in front of it and what is behind? Does it leave a trail or just disappear as it goes? 

When I see a star, I see it as it was light-years ago,

A fact that adds to the illusion of everything.

We, you and me, are so close our light reflection is instant, but what if it wasn’t?

What if it slowed down? What if it took more time for my eyes to see yours?

If sound traveled faster than light, then I would hear you

Before I saw you, before I saw the look in your eyes, and maybe the meaning of your words.

Light moves at a constant speed but can be bent by the pull of gravity.

Is my gravity enough to pull your light off course, to lure you in, to change your path?

If light slowed down would you feel my touch before you saw my hand? And if so, would it matter?

Maybe God travels faster than light, maybe that is why we feel his presence and touch long, long before we can see him,  maybe it’s all just a matter of spacetime and not our lack after all.

And at what speed do thoughts travel? 

They possess no mass so can they travel faster than light?  Can you feel my thoughts before

You see the look in my eyes? 

I can feel your touch before I see you. I can smell the scent of your skin before I touch you. Thoughts form my reality of you before you walk in the door.

Your soul-thought and touch travel faster than either light or sound into my heart where they remain even after you have left me behind.

The space we occupy for this human existence is basically an illusion.

A beautiful, magnificent illusion, dependent more on our thoughts and feelings than on the laws of matter and space.

An illusion of God’s making with our permission and participation.  I believe that light and love at their very core travel at the same speed, they travel

From my heart to yours and everywhere and everyone in-between – instantly.  A concentric circle of waves, emanating from the One, fanning out to the ends of time, through and around us all.  A time for all time, a time of love and light for all eternity.

Our place in this physical universe is in a perpetual state of flux and illusion,

But the love and peace, light and grace we feel in the arms of God that underlies all of creation

Are not.

It Is All I Have

I need to write.

I need to say what I feel.

 

But I’m afraid,

Afraid of my pen, of my words.

 

Afraid I will not be able to stop.

Afraid that they will take over my being and

 

Bring out all my hidden truths and fears,

Even the ones I’m not aware of and I will have nowhere left to hide.

 

It will be a flood of words,

A torrent of emotions.

 

Some familiar in their pain, and

Others new in their hope.

 

Can I be brave and strong enough to hold onto my belief in love

In spite of all those truths and fears?

 

The wind-chimes on my porch say yes,

The trees, in their silent way, nod in agreement

 

And in hope the earth turns ever towards the sun

Always believing in and following its light and love.

 

So I must be brave and follow the earth’s example and

Turn to the Son too with faith and hope and

 

Never stop believing in love for in this moment, this now,

It is all I have and nothing else matters.

 

A Tide of Words

I will write it, I know I will, but

The thoughts are not yet ripe.

It takes time.

I can feel them building.

They linger always in the back of my mind.

I can feel their presence,

Taste their flavor,

Experience their glory in my soul.

The words to express the thoughts have not yet formed, but

They are getting closer and  stronger.

I am almost afraid of them

Because I know when they are ready,

The flood will overwhelm me and

There will be no stopping the tide.

The words will come through me,  they are not of my making alone.

They are thoughts and ideas that have a need to be born into this world 

And I am only the wielder of the writing,

A keeper of the words.