our hands

by St.Francis of Assisi 

(Italy)

Our hands imbibe like roots,

so I place them on what is beautiful in this world.

And I fold them in prayer, and they

draw from the heavens

light.

big medicine love

by Shannondoah

love.

great love.

big medicine love.

i love you 

like

the river 

loves

the rain

i believe 

in love

i believe 

in you

light shines 

through

the 

darkness

third thing

by Antonio Machado (Spain)

Between living and dreaming

there is a third thing. 

Guess it.

wild moon

by Shannondoah

oh wild moon

boy

it’s your

wild moon

girl

calling

you

in

the wind

through

the woods

beyond all

the stars

to 

the sun

and 

back

i

love

you

being

by Rumi

Persia (Afghanistan)

Being is not what it seems,

nor non-being. The world’s

existence is not

in the world.

lantern

by Shannondoah

your love

and 

my love

make a

lantern

that

lights

up

Divinity

i surrender

to the grace

within me

honoring

the

grace

within you

joy

by ‘The Two Listeners’

from ‘God Calling’

November 1

Prayer of Joy

Joy is the messenger, dear lord, that bears our prayers to Thee.

Prayer can be like incense, rising ever higher and higher, or it can be

like a low earth-mist clinging to the ground, never once soaring.

The Eye that sees all, the Ear that hears all, knows every cry.

But the prayer of real faith is the prayer of Joy, that sees and knows

the heart of Love it rises to greet and that is so sure of a glad response.