hermit fish

Consolation wthout a cause

What are they
these unbidden
moments
appearing
even in the midst of angst
flooding
a joy sweet
a sure knowing
a quiet
startling
the Jesuits call them
"consolation without a cause"
I wonder if they
are not
the fog suddenly
lifted
blown by an angel
to what is
there
always

Two nights

two nights
and days
of
incessant
wind
cold
gusting
irritating
trees
twisting
bending
swinging
wind-chimes
noise
now
evening
stillness
absolute
quiet
rest
Elijah’s
covered
bow


such
stillness
after
yesterday's
wind
is
presence

Easter Sunday 2014

Easter Exultet
 
Shake out your qualms. 
Shake up your dreams. 
Deepen your roots. 
Extend your branches. 
Trust deep water 
and head for the open, 
even if your vision 
shipwrecks you. 
Quit your addiction 
to sneer and complain. 
Open a lookout. 
Dance on a brink. 
Run with your wildfire. 
You are closer to glory 
leaping an abyss 
than upholstering a rut. 
Not dawdling. 
Not doubting. 
Intrepid all the way 
Walk toward clarity. 
At every crossroad 
Be prepared 
to bump into wonder. 
Only love prevails. 
En route to disaster 
insist on canticles. 
Lift your ineffable 
out of the mundane. 
Nothing perishes; 
nothing survives; 
everything transforms! 
Honeymoon with Big Joy!
 
~ James Broughton ~
 
(
Sermons of the Big Joy)
 

Morning prayer II

Hazy morning
Muffled sunrise
Chimney smoke
Lazy

Morning prayer


Quiet
As smoke
From the chimney
wafting
In the breeze
I
Settle

Incense
from
India
burning
windy cold
outside
trees
and
incense
sway
to
chimes
sitting
I
dance

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