Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Worship

 

Be still my soul

when life gets wacky.

Find the quiet places.

A walk in the woods

with leaves crunchy beneath

could work –

or that comfy chair

next to a sunny window, too.

Perhaps the cat will plop with you,

rendering connection and comfort.

Find your deep breath again

and stretch yourself skyward.

Open your hands

as you open your heart.

Be lifted.

Allow your voice to rise

whether in a whisper, shout,

or song.

 

      Lord, I need you.

      Lord, I love you.

      Lord, I thank you.

Now you can live your moments

in renewed presence

and peace.

Alleluia!

Amen.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Loss For Words

 

When I have a moment

or three,

I like to sit

and light a candle.

I open my laptop

and position my hands…

my fingers are at the ready.

I wait for the words.

Sometimes they arrive

rather quickly.

Lately,

for reasons only my soul knows,

not so much.

I wonder why this is so.

It has been a challenging time

of late

with a health issue here –

relationship issues there…

My mind and heart

have been busy

and not in the good way –

the way of truth and inspiration.

My spiritual training teaches me

that my distractions of late

are just that –

DISTRACTIONS.

They have a quality of

friction –

and friction usually 

rubs the wrong way.

It can also hurt and harm

when it keeps going

and the tender places

get wounded.

My task now

is to reorient myself.

It is time to surrender

in faith

and allow myself to be lifted

out and beyond

anything that keeps me

from being 

who I really am.

It is time to heal.

So, no more scratching the itch

of all that seems

to be rubbing –

keeping me focussed

on the discomforts of life

that are not real.

Instead, I will mindfully

let go of all that.

It is time to step aside

from the personal

and be here wholeheartedly

as a channel for the divine –

to be a beneficial presence.

What could possibly be better?

It takes practice –

and attention –

moment to moment.

This is not what we are taught

but it is available to us

as the literal, 

ANSWER-

the one we all seek.

I speak the truth.

The fact I know that

means I am on my way…

So, here I go.

Perhaps this larger

expanse of view

will bring 

my words back to me

so I can be helpful

to others

as the divine reaches

through everything I offer

as an expression

of divine love –

always available,

but not always seen.

It seems a beautiful endeavor.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

No Matter

 

The ground may shift

and the weather, change

on a daily basis.

It does not matter.

The look in your eye

may have less sparkle

for a day – or more…

It does not matter.

The body might morph

into a vessel of pain

or disease…

It does not matter.

Change is everywhere.

It is not what Life is.

It is simply experience –

the classroom of Life.

Life is within

and it is everlastingly

with us

as the heart of everything –

the place of Love,

of God,

of Peace,

of Truth.

This is where we connect

and get our fuel

to endure our experiences.

Don’t allow

the pull of distraction –

or the disease

of the personal,

hold you to

all that does not matter.

What a precious waste

of Life

that is.

Your ground awaits

and patiently protects

the gifts of 

Joy and Presence

which belong to 

you.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Making the U Turn

 

When the trip wire

gets touched

and partially healed places

wound again,

take a breath.

Your usual patterns

of blame and retaliation

will not serve you.

In fact,

they will deepen the wound.

The truth is

the world will always

try to trip you up.

And the world

is everything outside of you.

To survive with grace

and even joy,

no matter the obstacles before you,

live from the inside.

That is where truth lives –

the place of your divine self.

Nothing outside of you

can destroy your peace

without your permission.

Turn away from drama.

Go deep.

Look at yourself.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

This Gathering

 

A walk along the shore

would soothe

as would

the vision of you

reaching towards me.

Why can love feel

so elusive?

Your broken places

touch mine

and we are so far apart.

I lift up all the questions,

all the loss –

and present them to the heavens.

My offering is

an act of surrender

and faith.

This gathering of my heart

and the recognition of its movement

brings me to the place

beyond the beyond –

it reminds me 

of my need for God

and what is real.

There is comfort in the lifting, and

I am blessed with

a new lightness of being

which enables movement

foreward.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

 

 

 

 

Poem · Poetry

The Call of the Light

Breaking through the gray

as the darkness begins to enfold me,

it appears:

               Remember me?  I am here.

I barely  hear its message.

I am too caught up in the gloom.

              Remember me?  I am here.

The light persists…

but the darkness holds on.

              Look up, look out.  There is more.

The invitation gets more urgent

for the light can see

more than I can.

It does not want

the darkness to swallow me.

The light begins to reach out

and touch me.

It opens my heart.

As my heart warms and flexes,

my vision gradually blooms –

the shadows retreat

and the glow arrives.

I am healing

and the light

leads me forward.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

Artwork by my sister, Martha Harris:  “Beacon”

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Poem · Poetry

Solid Ground

Though the waters may rise,

and the winds build strength,

daring to knock me over,

I know where I am standing.

My feet firmly placed,

I face forward

with my heart wide open –

ready to meet Life

with courage and hope.

Yes, the storms come.

They cause their damage

on the surface of things –

attempting to make my day to day

difficult and sad.

Yet, I persevere…

for I dwell in 

what is real –

I live in the Truth

which holds me up

and anchors me:

I am Love.

I am Peace.

I am Joy.

So, when the winds blow,

I choose to live

from the ground up.

I bend,

and I smile.

I am present for the lessons while

I hold onto my roots,

staying safe.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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