Putting Words Around the Unfolding
The glimmers of light
are blooming.
The warmth of healing
is touching my skin.
A new day is dawning
for all to see.
A new day is dawning
for all to heal.
This is a time
to open our hearts,
to allow the pain
to be mended.
Let our hearts be glad
as we reach for each other.
Let our voices sing out
in joy.
The light is here!
I feel its beam
arising within me.
Copyright @ Cynthia Cady Stanton, Jan. 20, 2021
There are times in life
when it feels as if
the horizon is all you have.
You want to be lifted
from your current shoreline
which has become rocky
and hard to navigate.
You have been in a season of loss
and your heart is wounded –
too much has changed for you.
In these times,
though the sea spray is still available
to refresh you,
and the music of the sea
still sings to you,
all you can see is the horizon.
Its beauty and hope
calls to your soul.
Its light reflects a joy
you long to feel again.
Its colors bless you with
the beauty of hope bestowed.
So, though your feet are torn
from the sharp edges
you have endured this season,
the horizon remains.
And as you take in its expanse of light,
your feet begin to find
the softer sand
to cradle your toes in warmth.
You remember you belong, after all.
You have found the gift of peace.
Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, December 24, 2020
Everyday, a wilderness
a challenge,
a pain…
Our hearts and souls
are hard at work.
The world is in turmoil
and cannot be ignored.
We struggle together.
I pray for all of us…
Help us to sort
what is real
and what is not.
Help us to ride the waves of trouble
and not topple over.
Help us to see
what You see
with clear eyes
and hold the vision
of what is possible.
You are the keel
which stabilizes us.
You are the roots
that hold us to solid ground.
Let truth be our shield.
And let Love be our immunity.
Pull us closer
to them both –
right here,
right now.
Don’t allow the sickness we see
to penetrate us.
We cannot be helpful
if we let the poison within.
We can only be infected
and suffer more.
We know who we are.
We know what is just.
We trust what is possible.
We can remain strong
and effective
as we lift our voices
together.
We listen for Your response.
As we raise our arms
and stretch towards you,
pull us closer to Love.
This is our fervent prayer.
Our lips will continue to repeat this
until it is done.
Pull us closer to Love!
We long to hear its heartbeat.
Copyright: Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020
In this moment,
I can see You.
I can feel You.
You are in my deepening breath.
You are the pause between my thoughts.
You are the beat in my heart.
You are the warmth in my touch.
You are the whispers that call my name.
In this moment,
I can see You.
I can feel You.
You are the doorway to my soul.
You are the healer that knits me together.
You are the teacher who shows me the way.
In this moment,
I realize with joy
that I am never alone –
for I am in You
and You are in me.
We are in this life together.
I can relax…
for you are my home.
Copyright Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020
“I am as sure as I live that nothing is so near to me as God. God is nearer to me than I am to myself; my existence depends on the nearness and the presence of God.”
Meister Eckhart
You can see them on the periphery
or sometimes in small groups.
Often they are alone,
sitting comfortably and quietly observing.
These are the wise ones.
They may be bent by the years
and a little rough around the edges.
They may move slowly
and with care…
for they have learned to honor the limits.
When in their presence,
look deeply.
Meet their eyes with yours.
You will be stunned by the light of life
which sparkles with the kind of glow
that can only be fashioned over time.
Allow yourself to soak up its wisdom.
Take the time.
Don’t miss this connection.
Instead, know this:
these are the ones to know –
for they long to sing their song for you,
to tell the story.
Life has finally made them real.
If you slow down enough
to take a seat,
you will discover gold.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020
“Once you are real you cannot be ugly except to those who don’t understand.” —Velveteen Rabbit
It’s the quiet…
the ease of peace
that permeates –
just as the light gently travels
through the trees
and into my soul.
It’s the anticipation…
of yet another chance
for lessons to take root –
and new directions
to unfold.
It’s the trust…
that all the days past
have been worth any pain,
and there are no regrets
which can darken this new light.
It’s the love…
that gratitude which shimmers
and brightens my vision
to just how blessed it is
to have this life,
this very day.
I am but a bird singing,
a flower opening,
a cat purring,
and a baby giggling.
Mornings have this affect on me.
They elate.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, August, 2020
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all! – Rumi
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This heart is a strong muscle.
It never disappoints.
When put to work,
there is always strength,
there is always strength.
This heart is a deep well.
When the bucket is lowered
and dips into its depths,
there is always refreshment,
there is always refreshment.
This heart is a vista.
When the journey tires,
I can sit and rest.
I see it all.
There is always a vision,
there is always a vision.
This heart is a blanket.
When the chill arrives,
I reach for warmth.
There is always an embrace,
there is always an embrace.
This heart is home.
When the moments
add up to years,
I can look back and within.
There is always love,
there is always love.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2020
Come float with me, dear one.
Climb into my boat.
I will grab your hand
and lift you in.
We can ride this out together.
The current will take us in its way
but we can see a new shore
over there.
If we work together,
we can point the boat
and use our muscles
to reach that new
and beautiful land.
The journey may be hard –
but inch by inch,
wave by wave,
we will make it.
So, climb in.
The invitation is clear.
Together we are safe.
We can make it
because we are strong.
Float with me.
Let’s rise above the current.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, June 2020.
Don’t be one of those who won’t risk the ocean. Load the ship and set out. – Rumi
At least I can see your eyes –
even though they look sad and tired.
Your shoulders, too, are not the same.
They are rounded.
Perhaps an unnamed shame is weighing you down…
or maybe grief.
There is good reason for grief.
You stand at an awkward distance
as if a cloud of contagion was
surrounding me
like Pig Pen’s dust.
I feel embarrassed somehow
by the invisible cloud.
I mean you no harm, of course.
Your eyes dodge mine, anyway.
The disconnect between us,
is strange –
its wordless noise brings
a haunting isolation.
The masks have swallowed our voices.
I hope one day to see your smile…
Your dependable dimples
could always brighten my day.
But now all I see is the barrier
we all have to wear.
I miss your face.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, May 2020.
With an abundance of time,
I can get a bit lost.
I am used to being driven
by duty,
with all its necessary tasks
keeping me busy.
But I am not so needed
right now –
or so it seems.
Reluctantly, I learn to be grateful
for the quiet,
the stillness that is always underneath.
I sit and open to it.
Once rested and
pretty soon,
my eyes begin to catch a vision
while my heart bubbles forth
with an effervescent song.
Its music is an invitation to grow –
to gather all the pieces
and moments
of wisdom, pain, and insight that
have been stacking in the corners –
to sit with them
and to honor their sacredness.
As I look back to review them,
the melody of their song
begins to weave together.
It travels in and through me,
bringing lightness and energy
to my searching heart.
The music floats up into my awareness
and sings to me:
You know how to knit all this together.
Trust what has been given to you.
The words form into a melody
only I can hear.
I can see now that
there is a song to be born, and
I have been invited
to sing it.
My feet become light
as I learn dance
to a new tune.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, May 2020
“To love someone is to learn the song in their heart and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.” – Arne Garbing
