Prayer

Prayer of Service

My eyes are closed–and my heart wide open. With a soft and gentle spirit I AM HERE. Asking, imploring to know What would you have me do? I am yours–to serve, to love, to pray, to support. Show me the...

Blessed Solstice!

Oh, pleasurable blessings full of ease, to ALL this Solstice, and always. I was reminded of this song today, and it is perfect: "This is my home, this is my only home This is the only sacred ground that...

If Only Yesterday And Not Tomorrow

Me - the muse His words are oxygen to a dying fire. His voice is remedy to an ailing heart. Yet his love is torture to a longing soul, And his answers are questions to a puzzled mind. How...

The True Light of God

Gurucharanam Saranam The man with the power of clairvoyance slowly opened his eyes and said: ‘When I observe your life, I see a bright light, which is very rare.  It is the true light of...

The 10 Aspirations – by Alison McBain

I. I am one truth of many. Thou shalt respect all gods and religions, not just one. II. Thou shalt not eschew those who make a carved image of faith, for I am a loving...

The Vessel

Within the beginning God created us in God’s own image; God formed us from dirt, yet blessed with Divine visage.  We are caught between the human and the Divine; participants of God’s kingdom in our...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Twenty-Eight (Rabia)

Rabia, depicted in an Islamic miniature Image is in public domain (expired copyright) Poem translated by Charles Upton from Persian This week I'm still thinking about stars, but we've stepped back a few centuries to 717–801 C.E. to read the work of...

Messy

Surely I’m not the only mom who’s cringed at the unavoidable (but unsavory) task of accepting the artwork being held out by her small child… You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? A...

There’s a Life Waiting for You

There's a life waiting for you just across the threshold of your fear, just beyond what your mind can see. This life is not about others liking you. It's not a clever scheme to make you rich. This life...

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...