The Cobwebs of Our Illusions / No School Thursday and Friday

In the Gospel,
many Truths,
before hidden in mystery,
are made known.”
– Matthew Henry

The Sun is ever shining, showing us the way.

In searching, ever searching,
Our shadows in the wind
Cross o’er the landscape
Of so much of life,
So much Love,
Ever reaching,
Only to find in the end,
We arrive
Where we begin.
And start all over
Again.

               Shafts of sunlit hope.

“There isn’t much that I have learned
Through all my foolish years
Except that life
Keeps runnin’ in cycles”
– Rod McKuen

Looking out
The prison doors
Of the past,
Confines us,
Becoming
What the mirror
Of the mind
Abhors.
Never knowing
While we wish upon
So many stars,
That the cobwebs
Of our illusions,
Keep us locked indoors,
Inside of our fears and tears
Through all the years,
While the Sun
Is ever shining,
Showing us the way
To what life has to give,
Ever more,
And more.

Shafts of sunlit Hope,
Comforting knowledge,
Shining through the pain
Glassed as windows
Of fear and doubt,
Whisper nevermore,
Nevermore.

Pearls of Wisdom,
  Like drops of rain,
Fall into our Hearts
To ease the pain.
Hope in a heartbeat,
Tells us life is Love,
And our life
Is not in vain.

“Therefore, my beloved brethren,
be steadfast, immovable,
always abounding
in the work of the Lord,
knowing that your toil
is not in vain in the Lord.”
– 1 Corinthians 15:58

Now is the moment
we’re living.
There is no song
We cannot sing.
The end of every
Winter
Always heralds a new
Spring.
Our Spirit can
Chart a pathway,
Through the stars
To where
There is no end,
Where we can open any door,
To find the Love of God,
Again
And again.

   The moment we’re living is now.

“If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.”
– Emily Dickinson

You are the more
Of evermore,
The never
Of never end.
You are
The Everlasting Love
Of God,
A Love
With no beginning
And no end.

“God’s gifts
put man’s best dreams
to shame.”
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The gift of this day
Is open to your Heart.
And tomorrow,
The Precious Gift
Of another day.

Blessing us with beauty, showing us the way.

Flowers
Will never shy away
As they drink a beam
Of sunlight,
And with their beauty say
They are thankful
For the moment,
And close their blossoms
To Pray.
Silent in their vigil,
Steadfast throughout the day.
Blessing us with beauty,
Showing us
The way.

Our shadows in the wind cross o’er the landscape of so much of life, so much Love.