A L O H A
From
Honolulu
If you don’t like
the road you’re walking,
start paving another one.
Dolly Parton
of light and dark
is a miracle.
Walt Whitman
Doors
Of An Ordinary Day
By Cloudia Charters
God is near.
But cannot be held.
We are given breath
and cannot keep it.
We are given a day
and do not know its end.
So we make small rituals.
At night,
we lie down and remember:
Keep me while I sleep.
In the morning,
we open our eyes
and say:
Thank you
for this borrowed light.
Leaving the house,
we pause at the door.
The world is wide.
May I walk in it awake.
When we return,
we enter gratefully
as if coming back
from a long journey.
Home is a gift.
The body a house.
This life is a doorway.
So the sages announce.
We come in crying
with empty hands.
One day we'll go out
with empty hands again.
This is not sad
though we grieve
It is holy.
God is the mystery
we cannot explain,
that keeps explaining us.
So we rise.
So we rest.
So we go.
Then come back.
And at every portal
God is waiting,
Waiting inside
and also enters.
So we rise
So we rest
So we go.
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Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
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Linking To
Monday Murals
Monday Murals
how to live; he lived,
and let me watch him do it.
Clarence Budington Kelland
