Visual Prayers of Sacred Space

A Prayer for the Ground I Stand UponRoot yourself in Love,Receive Divine grace freely,Share along the path. A Poem Prayer of Sacred HearthMy BE-ing is a sacred hearth.In the soft space of my center,I grow a sunflower as I reflect upon Ukraine.Invisible seeds of prayer are sent.I mourn.I hate war. and weapons. and misused power. since forever.I will never understand the decimation of others for gain.Christ, be with us.Amen. A Prayer Received from the Trees Outside my Window. Let the light come through,Your colors shimmer and bounce,Lean with the wind.

Visual Love Prayer for Self

Matters of the heartare not “an eye for an eye.”Gracious love is awkward —especially for oneself.Amen. This visual prayer was created using the Prayer Squares creative practice. Prayer Squares are designed as a bite-size creative practice to lead you to surprise, delight and vision in your prayer life. Join me this year to create one Prayer Square per week. Find out more about 52 Weeks of Prayer Squares here.

A Visual Prayer of Awakening

Zoom, rocketship, zoomMove to a rhythm of graceReceive, give — freely Amen. This visual prayer was created using the Prayer Squares creative practice. Prayer Squares are designed as a bite-size creative practice to lead you to surprise, delight and vision in your prayer life. Join me this year to create one Prayer Square per week. Find the prompts and more about the practice HERE.

Seeker of the Edge

(A continuation from Ash Wednesday’s poem, Seeker of Ash) • • • Outside,the moon hangs with foresight. Inside,I sit in the basement of the sanctuary, rifle theforgotten book on my lap,flashlight in hand,flip with fury,find fallen phenomenon. Creeeeeak, creeeeeak, creeeeeakFootsteps above me,my heart stops— What if they figure me out? Quiet settles,I keep on,forge for informationof the deep way With roots fixed firm,there she is —arms rise to flexible form,an expansive stretch Gaia, spreader of seeds With flaming heart,there she is —eyes flicker with desire,faces the fable of sin Eve, seeker of solid food With fluid connection,there she is—hands embrace…

Winter Poem

There,mother tree’swinter branches,her bare desolationin brisk air. She, a reminderof strengthin hard times, neitherafraid or ashamedof her raw nature. Her branches aren’t coiled around her trunk;they remain opento let death fly awaywith ease. As the last dry leaf shivers,she allows the wind to takelast year’s resolve. Soon enough,a bird comes to restin her unfurled arms,a feathered heartbeatgrasping at stark vulnerability. She reminds mewhat I need to hear this day:unadorned beautyis needed in the world.New life is around the corner. I am not alone. ONLINE BOOK CLUB ANNOUNCEMENT! Beautiful Women: From the very comfort of your own home, you are invited…