She kneads me,
reminding me how much i need Her.
love is like that.
i want to come out!
i want to go in!
like breathing,
the rhythm continues—
.
the light of Love shines through many windows and into every heart…..
our job?
to pull back the drapes and open the door!
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there He was-
shining black plumes –
strutting His stuff…
but Here?
Now?
We stare out the window of the nursing and rehabilitation center
( no longer a nursing home)
entranced….
captivated by His wild domesticity –
perhaps pondering our own captive domestic situations.
i stop to smell the roses,
and then i notice the ants are still busy.
.
then it seemed to me, the bloom was longing for the rosehip –
a former friend, now transformed and full of seed…
.
does the caterpillar recognize the butterfly as her cousin?
.
How is it that You always recognize me,
when i am so slow to see You
everywhere
everywhere
Everywhere.
it is awkward
that moment before you soar—
nevertheless – you have wings – take flight!
i pick up the brush
and She climbs into my arms –
gently i put her down.
She climbs over my back
and back
into my arms.
i place Her on the floor-
She comes back for more…
and then i realize –
i am the one who needs to be held….
She know this.
i watch , as if in slow motion –
the paw reaching,
and thwak!
.
what?
.
they say that it is no use crying over spilt milk…
but what about spilled coffee?
it is darker, and stains…,
.
tears and spots
remind me of the need to be more mindful,
the need for self forgiveness…
.
oh!
You’re right –
it’s simply gravity bringing me back down to earth.
She had a hernia rupture,
she told me,
so He could not get on her bed –
i did not tell her he wasn’t allowed – there was no point –
i simply got a chair,
and He sat there,
as we pondered important questions,
like
if we put up one stocking for Santa to fill and we have two feet,
Should dogs get two stockings because they have four feet?
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