Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Swimming in the Heart

Sometimes, when I park my car under the cut leaf maple
the dew or rain drops the branches to star my windshield in the morning.
If I can't be loved, I will try to be useful.

Sometimes I wake to birdsong in the morning and I see them sing the sun to rosy rising. I don't need truth, I need faith in the things that move me closer to who I want to be.

Sometimes my children come into my bed in the morning and their sleepy arms go round me. Love is the purpose, God is the thing between us, good or bad, I struggle to create a just and loving God.

The Hermits in the mountains miss the point, why try to stay dry in the ocean, learn to swim.

- heart words from Mary ep k


At 6/17/2008 10:50 PM, OpenID Goldberg said...

I Googled "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there." and got your blog. Your interests and the way in which you approach them have given me much. I offer you my blog, "Welcome!' at http://goldberg.wordpress.com in hopes that you might find some things of interest.

Please keep writing.



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