Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection, musing and perhaps even discussion!

In the pause, Holy abounds: Rippling heat waves from asphalt. Vibrant hues reach to beckoning sun. Children squeal beneath sprinkled water.

Dry, swirling lines of varied beige shades of knotted bark embraces towering trunk beneath which is sequestered wisdom of flowing years

Unfamiliar streets & gazes judgement filled. Loss sits heavy, comfort distant. In doubts & confusion fragile faith clings to tender touch

Hazards flash. Sirens absent. Hood crumpled, smoke escapes. Bag deployed, person slumps. Cars pass, eyes gawk. Crisis moment, who responds?

May those in need of refuge find sanctuary. May those who have sanctuary provide refuge. May those who come together see Holy Mystery

Guides appear when eyes are turned elsewhere, ears hear wisdom when distraction listens elsewhere, awakening occurs in moments of slumber

Mirrors: Show what is or reflect what might be. When into the looking glass you spy, is it where you are or where you want to that you see?

At the quay we wait. In the eye we sit, calm, tepid, brooding stillness. In the centre, horizon scanned. When crests rise, will we be ready?

Paused potential: Summer heat-burned grass-soil raked. Earth spread-seeds sown-water poured. Sun shines-rain falls-growth’s portend

A fright awakes, covers askew. Hand thrashes, night light tumbles. Stumbling toward wall, switch in hand. With a flick, warm light dawns

We create a world of strangers. Where I can see you as ‘one of those’ & not like me. May the glimpse of your humanity catch me unaware!

Reoccurring ramblings. Multiplying musings. Querying questions. Paradox of faith lies in the whispering answers found in silence

“It’s there: it’s always been & always will be. Listen: hear it? In laughter. Look: see it? In reunion tears. It’s there when hearts open

The world keeps spinning-What’s happened before, will happen again. With closed eyes, breath drawn & freed, open, step toward something new!

Memories follow the rhythms of milestones. Sadness, grief, joy & celebration swirl intimately. May recollecting reveal to us serenity

Divisions between leisure & work, play & productivity mirror separation of body & soul, private & public. Strive to integrate & be whole!

Visions & dreams can seduce or inspire, distract or clarify. Any mirage remains intangible potential until apathy transforms into action

Use words as gentle gifts: What we want to say & how we actually say it does not necessarily mean what people hear is what you had hoped

Deep trust dwells within. Artificial garments of distrust are heavy upon shoulders slumped. In Grace, help reveal what awaits to surface

Lambasting from soapbox convinces none & heads pass downward looking. A hand offered freely nurtures one path where choice is planted

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