Prayers for Our Times. January 26, 2018

Heaven

     haven

          leaven

Let heaven be the leaven,

     the yeast that permeates the bread and urges the dough to rise.


Then let Spirit permeate all beings,

     people and plants,

          amethyst geodes and ice cream,

               whirling atoms in their electron dances.

Havens

     My whirling Self which yet breathes spirit.

     When I turn inward, there is "the still center of the turning world"

     When I contemplate an icon made by human hands

     When I cherish a small white flower in straggling grass

     When I study a face, hoping to draw from memory

     A sacred grove

     A man-made cave with vaulted roof and carven pillars

     An accidental sight of running water beyond a rock,

          and roots writhing from soil.

So many havens.

May heaven haven teach the raging hearts that seek domination

May their tears unite us in our predicament.

Fill Up

I filled my eyes today
With purple jacaranda and red bougainvillea
Against blue skies and white clouds,
Distant sage serration of hills,
Prams and running children and strolling parents,
Grandmas and baroque buildings
And the arching Moreton Fig Tree.

The colors soaked down
And satisfied my soul.

We reach for the sun from deep waters,
The fig tree and I.