. 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 … Continue reading The Progress of the Soul
The hour Of darkness ~ Is frightening For a child ~ Limited In reason’s power ~ To dispel The soul’s distress ~ Self-swallowed By self-doubt ~ Of trust destroyed Love destroyed ~ Destroyed What made life ~ Feel familiar Safe ~ All now strange Through alienation ~ All lost Until re-discovered ~ Through mystical Regeneration. … Continue reading Regeneration
Inspiring Psalms (26) – Be like a mountain
. To trust in God Is to be like a mountain . That cannot be shaken But endures forever . And as the mountains Surround a valley . So God stands round His people . Both now And evermore . Evil will not persist In the land of those who trust . O God, do … Continue reading Inspiring Psalms (26) – Be like a mountain
. Conversion Of life . An onward Journey . To what is Beyond now . Hoping Trusting . That future State . Like a rising Sun . Will create New light . For which We now run. . *"conversio morum" means "conversion of life" and is used in Benedictine spirituality (see the link below) Inspired by https://beingbenedictine.com/2019/02/17/from-who-we-are-to-who-we-might-become/
That moment Of faith . The recognition Our life . Is not in our hands But in forces . We cannot Wholly control . Then learn To trust God . Who stands behind All things . And is the God Of your soul. .
Encounters with God
Encounters With God . Deepen Your ardour . Grow A greater trust . In God As your harbour. . Boats in the Harbour at Evening, Caspar David Friedrich
The darkness Of the deprivation Of the pleasures of sense That did not lead to God The darkness of faith that is waiting And hoping And trust The darkness Of God Who is Mystery.
There is a discipline Of trust . By which the strong Dark voices . Of doubt and desolation May be silenced . It depends on the dogged Day by day . Reliance by prayer On the God . Who dwells In darkness . Singing to us A sweeter song.
Be Gentle . For other souls Bruise easy . Be Gentle . Because A word . Has more weight Than the wind . Be Gentle . As hearts unfold Only when bathed . In the waters Of trust . Which flow When you are full . Of all Gentleness.
How Much Will Remain?
How much naivete Can survive The unravelling Of meaning over time? How much trust Will remain When disillusionment And pain Have stabbed and dulled The human heart Which still has love To gain?
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