Prayer for Nature

Open Soul Surgery

Open Soul Surgery You gave me theexpanse of eternityas my birthright,this space that I inhabittentatively andalways so circumspect.You created galaxies,rain forests and archipelagosto illustrate what is possible.Yet, sometimes all I seeis my small subdivisionof space and time.

The Hike

The Hike The world seems endless.The hills rolling on below and around me,the trees tall and unbendingfrom here to the horizon and beyond.I see You.I see the work of Your hands,I hear the sound of Your voice,I feel Your breathsoft and cool on my skin.

Flower Power

Flower Power May flowers: a verb.It opens up to rain and sun alternately, taking both, needing both to grow.Expose me to the lessonsthat May flowers know:There is goodness to be gleanedfrom both trials and triumphs,sun and rain.Both will come in the weeks ahead.I am ready.

Simple Sign

Simple Sign Tonight, I am fullof uncertainties:rushing water, rocks and loosened stones.  Above me, stars reach connecting pieces of my scattered life, forming constellations of doubt. But when all is quiet, I hear the creek pulsing outside my window.

Machinery

Machinery

Wide Open Spaces

Wide Open Spaces Everyone containsthe breadth of eternity inside them.Galaxies of possibility,dark matter, shooting stars.We think we have no sayas specks on the continuum of time,but we continue to do the right thing,even when no one is looking. Each instance we take on faith,new worlds form

Day In and Day Out

Day In and Day Out Today has been kind of low key,nothing much going on.Still I see Your work all around me.In the intricaciesof tendon and muscle and nervethat enable my hands to work.In the complexityof sun and waterthat supports lifeon this complicated planet.You are truly in all.

Falling

Falling Autumn isfalling leavesare fallingthings arefalling into placeagain.Gone is summer'ssiren call;Fall is abouta return to purpose.Here is mine:To serve Youwell and always,in every wayand weather.

Light in the Depths

Light in the Depths Down herewhere only the lantern-fish swim,too deep for sun to penetrate,I see a glint. It is You, reaching for methrough the churning seas,a hand to pull me back to the surfaceand into the light. I had made myself a home here,among the shipwrecks,thinking I'd never return to the shore.But You saved me,

You Are All

You Are All From the vastness of the universefull of darkness,stars and infinite space,to the tiny wonder of one small seedcradled in dark soil,bathed in spring rain,waiting to grow.You are in it all.It is all in You.From the ice of winter,sparkling, waiting, quiet.To the green of summer,insects...

Cycles

Cycles Thank You for the seasonsYou've designed for Your creations;for the sweet and gentle signalsthat it's time to change,time to blossom and thrive,time to release and restore.May I be always opento unfamiliar winds,confident each new changespeaks of new life ahead.

Learning Curve

Learning Curve We begin the month as fools;willing winter's end and spring's beginning.You bring our wish to bud in every leaf and blade,summoning new beauty out of dead roots,and make us wise again to eternal rebirth. This is my chance for rebirth, too.Spring has sprung and so should I:out...

Witch

Season of the Witch...with No Nic Cage in Sight Nicholas Cage is known for having a nasal voice and appearing in some really bad movies. Coming up on the list of flops (potentially) is a film called Season of the Witch.

Everyday Miracles

Everyday Miracles There are things I don't understand, but I count on them.Electricity.  A compass.  Faith.Things that light my way and take me where I need to be.Gravity.  Common sense.You. Things I count on to

Saturday Energy Rush

Saturday Energy Rush Today is a day for living!I step into sunlight, blinking,unused to bona fide illumination.What wonders You have laid before me!Let us drink them in together. Saturday is a shot of Vitamin C.I thank You for its energy, its pulse;

Praise Song

Praise Song Praise to YouWho whispers to usin a spring breeze,in the sigh of leaves overhead,in the chuckle of a running stream.Praise to YouWho cries out to usin the roar of waves endless,ever present,all encompassing,making You known.Praise to YouWho calls to usin the pop and creak of ice,in the thump of snow...

Blessed Day

Blessed Day The sun’s broken lightthrough dusty painted cloudsmoves me from instinct to prayer.I bathe in the cuff of morning praise,like a butterfly plotting its path of nectarin the summer mist.The windblown chimesecho the song of Your river.I listen for the thread of heart-string,instead hear a symphony of...

Au Fait

Au Fait You know every sole that has ever left a footprint in the sand.You know every child who has ever flown home from collegeto spend a holiday with their family.You know every Scout leader that has hiked a forest trail.

Rejuvenation

Rejuvenation Awake to a damp, cloudy morn;rain imminent.Take a breath of thick, heavy air.I don't ask for sunshine,just a bright perspective of this day.The rains pour down.Rains that cleanse the mind, the air;rains that nourish every living thing.Including me.

Small Wonders

Small Wonders I praise You for the tiny gloriesI am often too busy to see:the irregular scallop of a maple leaf,the impossible yellow of a dandelion, the perfection of untrammeled snow. For the scrap of sunlight the cat findsin the darkened hallway,I thank You.

Daughter of the Woods

Daughter of the Woods I go to the woods, for You are there.You, fully in attendancein every leaf and bough,replenish my soulwith the sigh of the wind. I come here to be with You,where You dwell most presently,to spin out the content of my heart,and be regaledwith green-black silencesand the living canopyof nature's...

Tower of Babble

Tower of Babble Speak to me like I don't get it,because I don't.Parse it out for mewith patience and persistence.Here I am, ready to receive the word.Ready—the one thing that cannot be deniedis that I've been refinedand am at the crossroadsawaiting that clear calling.You've shown methat You have dominionover all the earth:fish, fowl, and...

Machinery

Machinery

There is More

There is More There is a pattern to sunlightdancing soft shadowsacross the morning trees.There is an order, even to the current,flowing towards tumbling waterfalls.There is destiny based on choices,and a calling to those who search.There is more here than even a poetcan pen at dawn, and a philosophercan...

Thread Carefully

Thread Carefully When I was a kid, I caught the occasional spider and let it loose in my room without telling my sister. But, it wasn't a practical joke. I was being eco-conscious, way before the word was a twinkle in any environmentalist's eye.

Urban Dweller

Urban Dweller Among skyscrapers and city streets,You are here.I sense You in sun hot pavement,glinting glass and rumbling buses.When I take the train,I see You in the faces of Your children–Young and old, men and women, from all lands. You are here.    

All Creatures Great and Small: James Herriot

All Creatures Great and Small: James Herriot When you read a great book, it’s like being in the time and place of the story and becoming friends with its characters. That’s where I’ve been the last few weeks: Yorkshire England, in the 1940’s, with country veterinarian James Herriot.