Happy Easter. Christian mystic Meister Eckhart’s words still resonate in our hearts.
Poems from Poet Seers.
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God is always ready,
but we are very unready;
God is near to us,
but we are far from Him;
God is within, but we are without;
God is at home, but we are strangers.
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All beings
are words of God,
His music, His
art.
Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps
in our
souls.
Every act reveals God and expands His being.
I know that may be hard
to comprehend.
All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth
of Himself.
Enough talk for the night.
He is laboring in me;
I need to be silent
for a while,
worlds are forming
in my heart.
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What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure?
I think it is the hope of loving,
or being loved.
I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey
to find its source, and how the moon wept
without her lover’s
warm gaze.
We weep when light does not reach our hearts. We wither
like fields if someone close
does not rain their
kindness
upon
us.
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Lift and merge.
Beat wings. Fly.
Earn your space.
Route? Unknown.
Thrust is force.
Air is what
Defines our
Maps of love.
I hear that the Vatican is still wishy-washy
on lifting the ban on him.
I sure hope they do,
someday,
maybe not in my lifetime,
but in my next?
:-)
Sorry to be silly. Too many chocolate bunnies eaten today.
I gave up candy for Lent & am now making up for it,
bigtime....
"All creatures are doing their best
to help God in His birth
of Himself."
I like that. Believe it or not, it reminds me of...
yes...Whitehead....
"What is done in the world is transformed
into a reality in heaven,
and the reality in heaven
passes back into the world.
by reason of this reciprocal relation
the love in the world passes into the love in heaven
and floods back again into the world.
In this sense, God is the great companion,
the fellow sufferer who understands"
Call it mystic philosophy.
(I actually quoted that line
at my mother's funeral service...!)
removed after given
is missed
always..
The key
is
to never
get to use
to where
you are,
never take
advantage,
never forget
those we
care about
even for
a minute...just perhaps?
I like your poem!
beautiful post and poem.
rated with love