thin rain ,
a flame licking a log,
the sun warming a rock,
a deer gliding,
a breeze rufflng a pond,  
a penny dropping on the floor,
God whispering my name.

They say there is no God.
How can I answer them
when God is the only answer?
What can I point to
when God is everywhere?
How can Who just Is be more?
How can I speak of God
as if God were a thing?
How can words mean
What can’t be spoken of?
How can God not be
when God is Being?
So I will not speak of,
but simply be a part of, God.
And let that be my answer.

The difference between me and my dog, is  
That she lives in the moment
And doesn’t dwell on the past or the future,
she’s always ready to love now.
I try to become more like my dog.
That’s is my secret,
Don’t tell.

I open the newspaper and read
to find out what’s happening in the world.
I’m a spectator, a witness, a critic,
I’m not a newsmaker.
I don’t have the time,
because I have reading to do,
to keep up with the news.
Is there something wrong with that?
Am I letting the world pass me by
as if I’m not a part of it?
It’s me against the world.
I haven’t checked in.
I’m not taking part in the world’s insanity.
I can’t fix the world.
But I’m keeping up with the news.
I know what’s going on.
I’m a spectator, a witness, a critic.
I wonder if I’ll be able to read my obituary?
You know, to keep up with the news.

You are so sensuous

It makes me wince

Like the sky would.

Could the moon speak of you

out of time?

No one could wonder more.

You are so far away,

So near.

When did I know you

so many lives ago?

I glimpsed God

and lived.

Stricken thoughtless

but forever knowing.

Blinded like Paul,

but rescued liked the man born blind.

Forever seeing.

Forever loving.

When nothing in the world
I turn to for distraction,
not a book, movie, scene or symphony
has an appeal like the silence of God,
how can I not be still
while pushing the plow,
and look to see or feel Him
with my heart.
Then a bursting of something within
that I don’t have a name for
but know Who it Is,
the One I’ve always known.
The Lover of All!
Waiting for me.
Always waiting.
Silent.
But that doesn’t mean
I don’t know what He has to say.
I just want to listen all day,
care not for visions,
and let the world think me a fool.