Wonder is embodied prayer. W=movement & change orientation. W=inspirational awe & generatively questioning. With eyes open, be wonder!
The Spirit flies & dives unhindered through lives balanced between joy & pain. May God’s Breath embrace us deeply as we walk along the Way
Snow holds memory of where you’ve walked. Sand points in the direction I’ve been. As sun sets on this day, what does Creation say about us?
Sticks & stones hurt, harm & maim. We are meant to care for one another & shine. May all who have caused dis-ease & experienced shadows heal
Into darkness we sometimes tread. In the isolation, Light seems but a distant vestige that haunts loneliness. May all who long know solace
Music sings the story we might be. Notes highlight the tempo of potential within. Harmony beckons us into the union of the crescendo
By rote a day ends the way it began & will begin as it’s always begun. Observed as a moment of possibility, beginning is grounded creativity
We grip Now in the hope that Then will be ever constant. We long for control to stay the inevitable. May all who face change find serenity
The Circle complete & the Lenten journey begins anew. Darkness seems to eclipse & obscures the path. Hold fast, be Prayer in the dim fugue
We r the dream within an illusion of deficit & fear. We r lulled to acquiesce our inherent beauty to enslavement defined by privilege. Arise
Words cascade & tumble with letters incoherent. Sounds overwhelm & diminish the Message. In space silent filled, listen for the ever-whisper
This Christian thing isn’t an invitation to click a remote to find the best programme. It’s an active invitation to be the Kingdom now
Daily distracted dilly-dallying dalliance detracts from faithfully following while willingly acknowledging doubting develops determination
Reality thinly obscures the depth that is your soul. Deep within you are boundless meant to be free to be Light in the illusions we create
Walk with confidence, not ego: Discipleship leads into a leadership often void of answers & which thrives in places of ambiguity
We may imagine a predictable math rote world & ‘i before e except after c,’ but life teaches change is the constant & ambiguity the teacher
In spaces between falling snowflakes, lies magic; in harmony’s pause, creativity lives; when silence divides words, the Holy whispers
A reflective set of binaries: Gift or burden? Enjoy or endure? Want or should? Obligation or passion? Abundance or deficit?
When freedom creates avenues to incite hate, have we forgotten our responsibility to care for each other? May all who r vilified know love!
Prayer is neither simply passive, nor active. It is a dance to a harmony of potential that lays within & becomes manifest in outward choice
Your reflections are most welcome!