Prayer

The Space Between

Some days I’m going along and I’m in that flow we all search for. Everything just clicks, synchronistic events occur to bring me exactly what I’ve asked for.  I feel so connected; like I’m...

Faith is like a Shimmering Veil – by Jane Beal

Faith is like a shimmering veil. You can’t see through it. It’s like a cold shower. It wakes you up early and makes you shout, “O God!” Faith is like running on the sand...

Nourishing the Soul

Wow, I feel great!! I rolled out of bed early Monday morning. I haven’t felt this good in weeks!!  Usually I’m up early and ready to tackle the day but the last few weeks I...

Harnessing the Power of Time

One day about five years ago, when Barak Obama was running for president the first time, I heard him talking on the radio about wind power.  He said that the wind is a cheap,...

“A Prayer for Platelets”

I. Bruised Did you bump into something—a table’s edge or a low bench? That’s a nasty one: bluish-purple with greenish-yellow. More than a week’s time, still fading. I am delicate, easily bruised, like a peach left on the counter to ripen.   II. Scarred After the last time, I waited eight...

Trinity

In the begin­ning, God looks into the mir­ror of his own Spirit and sees Christ as the bril­liant sun. This mir­ror is the womb of eter­nal silence and the Mother of God, for even God is moth­ered by a Spirit inside. Now Christ looks...

” THE MASTER’S WORDS ……………… “

ah, the Joy of loving ....................ah ! the bliss of not-twoness in being ........... where the giver and the reciever become One in giving, and recieving where Giving is recieving, and Recieving giving ...........     There is no end To...

The Great Cliches

There are times in life when I must return to the great simplicities, which some would call cliches. That's all right with me. A cliche is a truth that never needs to change because...

You Are God Who? … Me?

  By William T. Hathaway The statement "You are God" seems an absurd and presumptuous blasphemy, so it needs to be clarified. According to pantheism, it's not just you who are God; all of us are...

The God who sees me

In Positano, I duck into a church, where street sounds are hushed and air stifles and Italian women genuflect, loudly kissing their fingertips and offering the gesture up to God. I automatically look up,...