Boundaries

Having an open heart around some people can feel

like forgetting to shut the front door during a monsoon.

All the leaves, mud and dirty water rush in …

soaking every crevasse with filth.

It’s not your fault, but you’re stuck cleaning up

ridiculous emotional messes.

People are like storms sometimes –

cyclones of selfishness, spinning out of control …

shooting debris of chaos in every direction.

We need to be like meteorologists of our own souls,

so we know when it’s safe to open up.

We also need to remember it’s okay to use the dead-bolt.

It’s our job as prayer warriors to love everyone,

not to let them destroy us.

Our most precious gifts

Children have the power to remind us what freedom feels like.

With playfulness,

joy

and chubby-cheeked foolishness,

they’re constantly inviting us

to fall back in love with innocence.

If we follow their lead,

they can gently guide us back into the essence of who we were created to be.

Our hearts can thaw …

We can rediscover our authenticity …

We can live and love ever more fully.

When we don’t allow them to resurrect our spirits,

we run a risk of burying theirs.

Let’s wake up together,

accepting one sweet gift at a time.

 

Planted in darkness

All I wanted was the light,

but all I could see was darkness.

In every direction, I searched and

discovered more soil and worms.

So I shifted my attention away from the world around me

and turned inward.

I focused on the only good thing I could think of:

my desire for the light,

and my longing for it grew.

It continually expanded

until I suddenly found myself

bursting through a surface I didn’t know existed,

into a greater radiance than I’d ever imagined.

Within me, all around me …

everything shined with love.

All of creation encouraged me to bloom.

I wouldn’t trade my experience underground for anything.

How else would I have discovered what I’m made of?

How else could I realize how powerful I am?

I’ll spend the rest of my life planting seeds of light

and watching them grow.

Stop pretending

If you can’t see Me in the crumpled heap of humanity,

barely holding on

to a cardboard sign on a city street …

you’re probably blind

on Sundays at mass too.

Why do you pretend to love Me,

when your heart is closed to My people?

I am the spirit of Truth,

and I’m telling you:

The Light you seek can only be found

in the achy openness of compassion –

There is no room for pretense in the Kingdom of God.

Experiencing God’s Grandeur

Gazing over the vast canyon

of Your unconditional love,

I begin to sense the depths You would go

to carve a place for each of us in Your ethereal home.

Everything gorgeous points to Your majesty.

The grandeur of nature exists, so we can marvel

at Your presence in it.

You call to us from beyond this world,

boldly proclaiming Your love.

Sometimes an unlikely wildflower

finds a way to grow in the cracks between ancient stones,

miraculously bathing in rich enough soil …

and I am nourished by hope.

 

A reminder to believe in miracles

I’ll never understand how you stopped believing.

The sun is shining, and your shades are drawn tight.

Why are you curled up in a ball on the couch,

when lavender breezes are right outside,

waiting to gently tickle you back into the flow of Life?

The full moon illuminates even the night,

but you hide in the shadows  –

bogged down in the mist,

I can’t imagine why.

There is a glistening ethereal reality singing your name.

It’s calling you right now …

Can you hear it in your children’s playful voices?

What about your bounding, smiling dog?

It’s like a radio with heavenly stations at your fingertips;

and you’re tuned into static instead of Love.

Can you at least try twisting to hope for a little while?

I want you to hear the melody of God.

I want you to dance to the tune of His miraculous healing power.

I’m telling you, it’s been there all along …

calling you out of darkness…

You were never really alone.

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been blind –

The Sun will rise again,

And you can be there to see it this time.

Even you can come back to life.

What’s stopping you?

Mystical love story

The first encounter feels like a helium balloon of love,

floating us gently to new heights of peace and sweetness we’d never fathomed.

Sooner or later,

atmospheric pressure pops this bubble of perfection,

and gravity spirals us back down to the reality of earth,

where purgation starts like a strenuous climb.

A gift freely given must now be fought for

with everything we’ve got.

Really, we’re the lucky ones, who’ve even had a sense of it –

Mystical memory is etched deep in our souls,

illuminating our path and spurring us on.

The journey is arduous, but the destination calls us forth.

I’m here to tell you:

This is how you become capable of greater love.

I’m here to encourage you:

Angels accompany you through every trial.

I’m here to remind you:

The Glory of God is worthy of your effort.