The Calling Is To Love

~ A crowd Of the flowering Of humankind ~ In ugliness And beauty Descended from above ~ And the calling Made to all Was to love. ~ Image by TheOtherKev from Pixabay

This Calling of Love

~ Honouring another merely human being - is this idolatry? ~ Yet the giving of worth, affirmation ~ Is this calling of Love. ~ Inspired by this painting from The Life of St. Francs of Assisi by Giotto - 'St. Francis Honoured by a Simple Man'

Infinitely Loving Face

Since the beginning Of time God’s presence Is everywhere Even where you are today Divine grace Smiles With an invisible Infinitely loving Heavenly face. “...the indwelling of the Divine Presence in everyone and everything since the beginning of time” (from 'The Universal Christ', Richard Rohr, p.1) ~

The Miracle Is…

The miracle is That God might use A doubting soul like this To show His love.

The Loving of The Soul

In prayer God may take Loving possession Of the soul Like a mother With her newborn babe. Image by SookyungAn on Pixabay

The Answer Within

Within us Is the answer God gave To the many questions Of the mind God’s breath Our inspiration Like spirit Whose truth and love Gradually we find.

Longing

Sometimes I have a strong longing for God I do not know what is happening to me Or where this longing comes from I simply feel the flames of love Burning higher and higher As I lovingly yearn for my God. Inspired by the writings of St John of the Cross

Awakening

Pain awakens The deeper questions What is my purpose? What is my end? Death who waits smugly Asks for what reason Your life was sent. Look back at the darkness Smile and say God loved me into being For once and always.

The Progress of the Soul

. A sceptical mind was all I could find as I peered inside at my own desolation . All that I’d found was the sound of my thinking my good thoughts retreating . And all the stress Of all my feeling . Then turning the pages of a book I read words that hit me …

Sweep Me Away

. They called him the God of comfort             there’d been little comfort for me . They called him the God of love             there’d been no love I had seen . But still to come at a certain time             in a predetermined place . Were the comfort and love that were needed             …