Poems read by Sky on Sunday
September 7, 2008
Sacred Me
Margaret Rosche
I came close, then ran away,
shy around the sacred Me.
I did not know just who-I-am,
I feared to open up and see.
Helping others heal each day
did not touch my heart.
But when I met the God in me,
I found my missing part.
I felt and saw past worldly ways,
stepped in the flow, learned how to be.
Now I deny my loss and fear,
see only love when I claim Me.
I come up close to God and stay,
embrace the Source that sets me free.
I know just Who I (Really) Am.
I love and live sacred Me.
August 24, 2008
It Stops Working
Kabir (1140-1518)*
Look what happens to the scale
when love holds it.
It stops working.
*Great religious reformer in India, synthesized Hindu, Muslim and Christian beliefs.
June 8, 2008
Too in Love to Chat
St. Teresa of Avila
His hands can shape through ours.
And our sounds can somehow echo
what God has never said,
For the Divine is really speechless, it is
Too in love to chat.
The Holy Wind ruffled our hair and caused
A lot of commotion:
We think God made some rules
But how can that be true when our souls
Are really the governor or all?
His mind can shape through ours.
Our bodies—and the earth—are as clay.
Is that not so, my dear?
I have a lovely habit:
At night in my prayers I touch everyone
I have seen that day;
I shape my heart like theirs’
And theirs like mine.
May 25, 2008
If Thoughts Had Shapes
James Dillet Freeman
If thoughts had shapes like things,
I wonder what they’d be—
Would wonder not be wings
And reverie a sea?
If hope looked like a seed,
Would lilies grow from grace,
Would worry be a weed,
Despair a barren space?
Would thoughts of Truth not find
A rainbow’s radiant form,
And would not peace of mind
Be sunlight after storm?
And love, what shape would show
Love patient, warm, and true?
All you I love, I know
That love would look like you.
October 16, 2005
Sky spoke on how the concepts of "good" and "evil" involve judgement and separation from God. Reminding us that in Genesis, God observes all that has been created as good, Sky challenged us to move beyond judgemental thinking toward recognizing the universal truth of the good in all things. Good in even the most mundane events, as Sky read:
Ironing
Gunilla Norris, from Being Home
The iron heats up. The board unfolds and
Stands like a free-form sculpture on the floor.
In the basket lies the wash,
Rolled and sprinkled.
Moisture hangs in the air,
A clean and steamy fragrance.
Soon the iron will hiss and glide,
Will flatten these shirts and give them a shape,
sharp creases, crisp collars, smooth cuffs.
My hand glides with the iron.
Under this heat the cloth begins to lie flat,
Pressed. To iron things out...
I think of how easily acts of management
can slide into power. In one instant of believing that I know best,
I can place myself outside of Your mercy.
The crease will be in the wrong place.
Help me to remember how You love
The crumpled as much as the smooth.
In You they are one.
These clothes will all be wrinkled again,
Like my life--crumpled and ordered
And crumpled again.
Make my hand light. Help me remember
You are the give of shapes
Whose mercy orders all things.
October 16, 2005
You Don't Have to Act Crazy Anymore
by Hafiz
You don't have to act crazy anymore---
We all know you were good at that.
Now retire, my dear,
From all that hard work you do
Of brining pain to your sweet eyes and heart.
Look in a clear mountain mirror--
See the Beautiful Ancient Warrior
And the Divine elements
You always carry inside
That infused this Universe with sacred Life
So long ago
And join you Eternally
With all Existence--with God!
September 4, 2005
Keeping Watch
by Hafiz
In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again--
That feeling
That you, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy lamp
Inside my heart.
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