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  1. Pace

    Often I find myself stuck
    between the slow
    and the fast,
    fitting into neither,
    stumbling,
    never finding
    a comfortable
    pace.

    I am impatient
    with those ahead of me,
    whose slow progress
    impedes my attempts
    to reach my destination.

    I am angry at those
    pushing me from behind,
    so concerned with
    reaching their goal
    that I am just another
    obstacle in their way.

    I must remember
    that at times I have
    been both.

    It is the engine within,
    not the speed of those
    I encounter on the road,
    that drives me to anger
    and impatience.

    O Divine Driver,
    Grant that I might have a
    more compassionate
    awareness on this
    journey.

    August 2, 2015
    #Pace #Awareness #breathingRoom #burnout #ContemplativePoetry #contemporaryPoetry #dailyLife #findingBalance #hurry #innerPeace #livingGently #mindfulLiving #movingForward #Patience #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Rest #rhythmOfLife #sacredPause #SlowingDown #SpiritualReflection #stillness #takingTime #Writing
  2. Stumbling Block

    It seems I have always been stumbling, tripping over the unintended in a fog of wandering wonder.

    The mist has been ever around me, my cloud by day. I am enveloped by mystery.

    You do indeed love to surprise me, O God;

    two girls find shiny stones in a fountain and their joy chases away the despair at not finding a loved one,

    the hospitality of friends lightens the weight upon a heavy chest from a returning to what was and the traveler can breathe again into what will be,

    a mother’s words and the night breeze dries a daughter’s tears and she can smile at the deep thrum of a bullfrog,

    lovers lie for a moment in the morning and the frustrations of yesterday fade into the quiet beginnings of another day.

    It is time then.

    I rise up into the bone crackling morning, my body protesting, my spirit already stretching out along the places I will see.

    Inside, I find I am ready for more stumbling.

    July 29, 2022

    #boneCracklingMorning #bullfrog #chronicPain #ContemplativePoetry #ContemplativeWriting #Despair #divineSurprise #embodiment #Faith #FaithAndLife #Family #findingJoy #fog #friends #God #GodIsMystery #Grace #Gratitude #Hope #Hospitality #ListeningToTheSoul #Love #marriage #mist #Morning #mothersAndDaughters #movingForward #mystery #personalReflection #pilgrimage #Poems #readiness #renewal #resilience #sacredOrdinary #SpiritualJourney #SpiritualReflection #SubmissionToGod #surprise #tearsAndHealing #Travel #wanderingWonder #Wonder
  3. Greed

    Greed by kmls

    the heart is a void
    sucking greedily
    at anything around it

    a vain attempt
    to satisfy
    its eternal hunger

    until even the self
    is swallowed

    into the hollow cavern
    of its unending lust

    the person disappears

    and the dark virus remains

    the emptiness begins
    to curl back upon itself

    its bloody lips
    attacking
    in steady demise

    until all that remains
    is the ache
    of never enough.

    May 18, 1987 (rewritten June 2026)

    #1987 #addictionMetaphor #ChristianReflection #consumption #ContemplativePoetry #corruption #darkness #desire #Ego #emptiness #Greed #hollowHeart #humanCondition #hunger #inwardCollapse #lust #moralImagination #moralReflection #neverEnough #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #selfDestruction #Sin #soul #spiritualFormation #SpiritualHunger #SpiritualPoetry #void #WordPressTagsGreed #Writing
  4. Bullet the Blue Sky*

    I went outside 
    to watch the 
    stars.
    
    It is as if 
    all the bullets 
    from the war 
    have been fired 
    into the sky,
    tearing holes 
    in the black velvet 
    for a little bit 
    of heaven 
    to shine 
    through.
    
    Every once 
    in a while 
    the fabric rips 
    as a shooting star 
    races across 
    the sky,
    but then 
    it quickly 
    mends 
    itself.

    November 2, 1988
    La Esperanza, Nicaragua

    Part of the continuing Ugly American series, a selection of writings from my travel journals from Central America in 1988

    *From the U2 song of the same title

    #1988 #Antiwar #blackVelvetSky #celestialImagery #CentralAmerica #ContemplativePoetry #griefAndBeauty #Healing #Heaven #Hope #Lament #lightThroughDarkness #memory #metaphor #Nicaragua #NightSky #peace #Peacebuilding #PeaceGrooves #POETICAORAREContemplativePoetryPrayers #Poetry #postwarReflection #shootingStar #SpiritualReflection #stars #Trauma #Violence #warPoetry #Writing