Friday’s Door- another world 

Behind your image, below your words,
above your thoughts,
the silence of another world waits.

Contemplative Monk – Facebook
Qutoe: John ODonohue

A path of Darkness in Search of Light — Friday’s Door


sometimes the path goes dark and silent.
do we turn and run… or push ahead seeking light on the other side?

 

 

Door of the day… (Pinterest)

Present to each moment – Thursday’s door

 

The light shifts from warm to cool.
Standing before an open doorway, we know the choice has been made and made again.
Can any one prepare for what a day might bring?
Maybe but it is always challenging to plan for how it will feel and the consequences at the day’s end.
May we walk this day present to each moment.

 


Door of the day… Takachiho Gorge, Japan (Pinterest)

Prayers for peace… Monday’s Door

Holy Week is filled with stories. How easy it can be to think these are stories from long ago.
The olive tree, the olive branch… symbols of peace – then and now.
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, pray for the peace of Syria… pray for peace.

 


Door of the day… (Old City, Jerusalem Olive Tree, Pinterest)

Snow… falling much like stars

Last night, an owl
In the blue dark tossed
an indeterminate number
of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away, I happened
to be standing.
I couldn’t tell
which one it was –
the barred or the great-horned
ship of the air –
it was that distant. But, anyway,
aren’t there moments
that are better than knowing something,
and sweeter? Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness. I suppose
if this were someone else’s story
they would have insisted on knowing
whatever is knowable – would have hurried
over the fields
to name it – the owl, I mean.
But it’s mine, this poem of the night,
and I just stood there, listening and holding out
my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world,
but not for its answers.
And I wish good luck to the owl,
whatever its name –
and I wish great welcome to the snow,
whatever its severe and comfortless
and beautiful meaning.

Mary Oliver

the Threshold 

“Contentment is the threshold of peace.”


~ Bob Holmes
– taken from Contemplative Monk

In a word, in a prayer

Is it true? In  a word… there is power and control. In a word…  one can conquer.

Is it promised? In a prayer… there is humility and acceptance. In a prayer… one can be free.


Pentatonix- Hallelujah from 2016 release- A Pentatonix Christmas