Budding into New Blooms of Light

The light comes in the morning           like a new creation as the darkness divides           and we see all that is good All living things           have their moment of hope                       reaching high into heaven And we like them           feel the green shoots bursting within           budding into new blooms of light.

Restoration

Once you saw the light You followed the star Then came reason self-mockery Fear, temptation despair and self-treason Now can there be a spiritual restoration?

Dark Days

On the dark days the devils appear . And read the roll-call of our doubts and fears . Then we need a spirit to visit us in love . Reassure us of forgiveness mercy promised from above.

Gifts of Light

A shield by day and a fire by night Are the gifts God shares through the light A refuge from the storm and the wind and the rain Are the comforts God offers for souls struck by pain. ~

Strain Forwards

So much is forgotten - The essence of life Drifting into the past While the spirit strains Forwards into a future Of experience That is sudden And simultaneously profound.

There is an End

There is an end to the silent wailing of the heart . The anxious furrow of the mind stretches not to eternity . And as night is succeeded by day so the weight of your world . Will drift joyfully, imperceptibly away. .

Though the Sky is Endless, Still I Soar

Though the scar is deep the river flows Though the valley's dark the traveller goes Though the sky is endless still I soar Heaven beckons, Spirit searches for more... ~

The Spiritual Tests

Your humility will be tested by the proud Your faith by the faithless Your compassion by the cruel Your hope by those who despair. Inspired by the writings of St. Catherine of Siena

Ikon (1)

. She holds him to the world A mirror which reflects . Our hopes of divinity in the eyes of a child . A shield which displays the genesis of humankind . She holds him to the world and looks away. . Icon of the Enthroned Virgin, 6th Century

New Blossomings of Hope

The apple blossom now is out And the bluebells dressed up early As if eager not to be outshone By the golden dance of daffodils Or the snowdrops’ pure white folk These lightsome, wondrous spring-filled days Raise the soul To higher beams of sunniness New blossomings of hope. Image by kie-ker from Pixabay