The rule of three
Three is the number of holiness
Of wholeness
One plus one is two
And some say that two is magic
And perhaps it is
One plus one is roses and candle light and sunsets on beaches
But
When one plus one becomes three
Roses turn to baby's smiles and candle light turns to night lights and sunsets turn to sunrises after sleepless nights
A blazing fire turns to hot coals and wonder is no longer found in the fireworks
But in the quiet beauty of the everyday miracles around us
Some which inspire as much as the exasperate
Some who are as likely to make art with crayons as with **** from their diaper
The creation of three is messy and it is so ordinary as to seem mundane
But with the third comes the eyes to see beyond the mundane to see the ordinary miracles who, if you let them, will show you a glimpse of the face of God
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
There is no such thing as true silence
At least not on this earth
For the earth itself has sound
It hums
Constantly
But it is often covered
By the sounds of people and of grass or pavement under feet
Of water or cars rushing by
Of the wind whispering through leaves of trees
But in the lonely places of the world
Where for miles and miles there is nothing but dirt
and nothing -or almost nothing-grows
Where, if you stand on a hill and listen closely
You can hear the muffled voices of those a mile away
In those places you can hear the earth
Deep and low and full
A sound silenced by the culmination of other sounds
Which are themselves mistaken for silence
A sound that when heard, though quiet enough to be drowned out by whispering trees, fills the void with sound
The sound of Earth singing
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Wonder
A word for curiosity
And for awe
Rarely at the same time, but what if we were filled
With awe-filled curiosity
What if we looked at the world through the lens of wonder
Of awe at the way trees transform light and water and minerals into something
Green and pure and alive
What if we were filled with curiosity
At the way all things somehow connect to each other
And awe at the way something as simple as a smile
Can grow into something as beautiful as friendship
What if instead of apathy and cynicism
We looked to understand and to see the wonder-filling things around us
That are so a part of our everyday lives
That we miss the insanely beautiful complexity of what it took
For something as extraordinarily improbable as a flower or a sparrow
To become ordinary
I wonder
What would happen if we started to fill ourselves
With wonder
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
It is amazing
The difference between hate
And love
Both like fire
One rampant and destructive
Scarring everything it touches, turning everything it touches into ashes
The other-soft and warm like sun kissing your skin
Safe as an evening inside by a hearth on cold snowy night
Love
Nurturing everything it touches
Healing wounds that cannot be seen or touched
Only felt
Hate
Not caring for anyone or anything
Wounding everything and everyone it touches
But mostly
Hurting those who hate most
If only they could see the burden they carry
If only they could see their hearts turning to ashes
But they are blind and the fire is strong and hard to put out
Even if they wanted to
And they keep feeding and feeding and feeding the inferno
If only they turned to a different kind of flame
If only they could let their heart be turned to an everlasting flame
One that lets them see beyond what meets the eye into the reality of shared humanity
If only
They could see beyond their blindness and see the light and colour of our shared existence
And see
That thing that makes life mean something
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
Grace is undeserved
It is never earned
If it were, how could it be grace?
Justice is fine but without mercy
What hope is there for you or I?
For we are all human
And to be human, is to fall short
Of who we were made to be
But take heart!
For to be human is also to be loved
By the One who made you and I
And though he judges us for what we do
He takes the sentence we deserve
He becomes human, as we were met to be,
And takes on our inadequacy
The judgement we deserved He gave himself
And instead He gave us
Grace
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if you did an archeological dig
On me
If you dug up my soul and my heart and everything that makes up my non-physical being
Would you find the scars of the major hurts in my life?
The abuse, the loneliness, and the self doubt?
Would you, upon further inspection, see that the former two are formed,
Not only by the first, but by what should be insignificant actions done by other people
That hammer at my heart
Putting cracks in my self confidence and my self worth
I don't want to hide it, but I do because I don't want you to see this part of me
And if you dug up and analyzed my mind,
would you see all the unkind thoughts I think-
All the pride I carry with me-
in contrast to the constant feeling that
For some reason
I'm not good enough
And the fear
That if you really knew me you would walk, or even run,
In the opposite direction
If you were able to dig into my spirit, and see me
Really see me
And dig up all my thoughts and feelings and secrets
What would you find?
What would you discover that would make you see me differently?
If I were to do the same for you
what would I find?
I'm not quite sure, but what I do know is this:
That whatever I found, and whatever I discovered, and however differently I saw you
Afterward
Afterward
I would still love you
And sometimes
I wonder
If you dug me up and saw
Everything
Would you still love me?
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
I wanted to tell you how I felt
I wanted you to know what was going through mind, but. . . .
I was afraid
You see,
Being me,
I was afraid
Afraid you won't really understand
Afraid that you have other things on your mind more important than what I'm going through
I was afraid that you would no longer look at me the same way
I was afraid
And so I was silent
I said nothing
And the unspoken words welled up as tears as I lay by myself in bed that night
As they always do when I don't say
What I want to say
What I need to say
It's lonely being afraid
And it's scary to tell someone
That you feel so alone
That's what I was afraid to tell you,
And I was afraid to ask you
"Are you lonely too?"
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
I am broken
B
R
O
K
E
N
Not like a record
Playing on repeat again and again and again and again
No
I am broken
Like glass on the kitchen floor where you're
Afraid to walk
Because a piece of me might
Find it's way into your foot and make you bleed
Well
Maybe it's not your fear but it's mine
And I have feared it since the beginning of time
At least, the beginning of the period of time I realized just how broken I really I am
Or at least
I realized that I didn't have it all together
And I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want them to get their feet cut
On the glass of my broken soul
And so I picked myself up
But all the pieces in a plastic bag
Doubled up in another
Hoping that it won't get cut open
And hurt someone
Meanwhile
The pieces cut at each other
Cut at me while I pretend to everyone else that I'm ok
I'm not sure if I'm fooling anyone or not anymore
And I don't care
I may be broken
But I'm not broken glass
To be thrown in the garbage
I am broken
Like soil, clouds, grain and broken bread
Broken
But still
Beautiful
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
She is a trouble maker, they say
She smokes and sneaks out at night to see her boyfriend
She drinks too much and doesn't say where she's been
She says bad words and never listens
She is a headache and doesn't appreciate
What she is given
Some say not to be so hard on her
She was abandoned, after all
Her mother didn't want her
But what they don't realize
What nobody seems to realize
Is that she doesn't need pity or sympathy
She doesn't need judgement or apathy
What she needs
I do not know
But maybe, what would help
Is if someone took the time to hang out with her
To take her to lunch and not judge her
To ask what's going on, and listen
Not give advice, but just listen
And ask questions
To be kind
To give her love
Show her
And not expect anything in return
To show her whatever she does, wherever she goes,
She is loved, and she is special.
And isn't that what
We all need?
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
In the secret depths of my heart I fear that I may never be good enough for you
And in those dark depths
You shine your light
And in the silence that only such dark night bring
Your soft whisper comes over me
And it says to give my fears to you
Like a father cradling his little daughter as she hides her face from the monsters
In her closet or under her bed
You tell me I'm safe and that I have nothing fear
And I bury my head in your chest and wrap your love around me like a cocoon
I may be a caterpillar now, but one day
You'll turn me into a butterfly and I will fly with you
And show the world you make all things new
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC