Hope is like breathing.
Hope in, hope out.
In between it mixes with
all my worries
and cares and doubts.
How will this all work out?
What about x, y, z?
Why me, why now?
Indeed were it all up to me
Hope would not be enough.
But God is in the mix.
Breath of the Spirit.
Breathe of God.
Breath of life.
Love.
“Cast the anchor of hope
into the Heart of love,
and all things shall work together…”
-Mother Clare
Breathing in
Breathing out
Hope.
Distractions and details
come and go.
Swirly,
they lead me down
meandering mental paths.
Still I sit.
God is patient with it all.
With me.
God is Present to me in it all,
waiting for me to be present to God,
in the stillness
in the quiet
in this morning moment.
Here I am.
Sometimes like Jacob I wrestle
with my demons, my doubts, my frustrations,
my wondering how it will all work out.
But maybe that is what it takes,
those moments of struggle to make it
through to the other side,
to joy and wonder and awe and light and love.
And laughter. Don’t forget the laughter.
Or the tears.
God is present to us and with us and for us
through it all.
God is present through our friends and family
and community.
Together we struggle. Together we live.
And on waking I am content
in the loving
(if sometimes mischevious)
presence of God.
Inspired by Genesis 32 and Psalm 17
On my morning walk today, I spied with my little eye …
Two rabbits
One literally running down the bunny trail
Only his cotton tail visible.
One coast guard ship
Patrolling the waters of the
Hudson.
An empty Heineken can
(Presumably empty … I did not check)
A myriad of birds
Which also serenaded my ears
Along with the oddly soothing sounds of traffic.
And in the distance
The city
People busy about many things
Starting a day
Full of promise.
Walking by I see
what I have seen
for days and days and weeks,
just white
snow and slush and ice.
Or
do I see what I expect
to see
and miss
the small
patch
of green.
Because it is there
it has been there all along
waiting to break free
of the snow and slush and ice
and proclaim the good news
of Spring.
It makes me wonder
What else do you think
I miss
because I do not
expect it to be there?
We wait
in joyful hope.
Sometime anxious
for what might come.
Sometimes not sure of
what will be.
Sometimes not sure
we can let go.
But we are ready for
hoping for
new life, renewed love, and …
We wait for what is to come
but we already have so much.
Our hearts yearn to grow.
Our hands reach out to touch.
Our feet stand on the same ground
upon which others have walked
the walk of hope.
We wait
we long
we stretch
towards the One
who is
hope.
At the Corner of Susan and St. Joseph 