When in isolation,
and the feeling of it overwhelms,
remember the love within you.
Look to your heart and
the fullness there, the fullness that
swells with your sweet attention to it.
You are not alone.
You are the branch which stretches and shades from
every tree you have ever sat under.
You are the sea spray that has kissed your face
from every stroll on the beach.
You are the joy of your beloved pet who
always blesses you with pure affection.
You are the song that the morning bird sings.
You are even the touch of every hand held and
every embrace shared.
Every heart contains these wonders
for they have been memorized within
its secret and divine chambers.
Therefore, your heart is the keeper
and she waits for you.
Learning to trust her
allows you to relax into your life
and glow as designed to do so
no matter what is happening outside of you.
Those who know this, know how
to live from the inside.
They know how to touch God.
It is that simple.
The Presence lives in you, so
you are not alone.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, April 2020, During the Covid 19 Pandemic
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 presence of God. – Meister Eckhart
Like trees sharing the same forest,
we reach for one another
as we bask in the light of life.
In moments of ease
and in times of stress,
it really does not matter which –
I love when our fingers are entwined
and I can feel the warmth of you.
No words need to be spoken
so we can do this lovely action
even in public.
All that is needed is the touch of skin
and the wrapping of fingers
to affirm our connection.
We are in this together,
you and I.
We have journeyed together enough now that
my soul has memorized the
contours of your hand
and how sweetly mine fits within it.
I shall carry you with me always
though all kinds of weather
and even when we are apart.
For your hand is now imprinted
on my heart.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
I saw some unusual flowers yesterday
which bloomed in unexpected ways.
Their beauty ignited my heart
and blessed me with renewed vision.
Witnessing a perfect glow can do that –
it connects us to what is real
We color the world with so many hues –
the seasons directing the light
and filling the wide spectrum perfectly.
Sometimes the necessary germination before
the the colors can be expressed
takes time –
and that is by design.
For a full bloom
cannot be forced prematurely.
To be a flower
means being present to
the light being born in you
in its own time.
Your bloom will arrive in its fullness,
according to the Gardener’s plan.
Therefore, rest in the truth of the sunrise
and be soothed by the rain.
Wait your turn.
Your job is to allow the glow to be born in you
and to trust in the promised opening.
For part of the beauty of it all
is that the timing of your full flowering is not up to you…
It is perfectly fine and beautiful still
to be a late bloomer.
Copyright©Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Photo credit by Gary Stanton, taken at Heritage Museums and Gardens in Sandwich, MA.
I bet you don’t like to be
inconvenienced by illness or stress.
you probably aim to control and manage
everything in front of you.
sadness is not an option
you would choose.
your busyness gets in the way
of your experience of peace and
your striving and perfectionism
puts you in a box
which limits spontaneity and joy.
your thoughts drive you
and mostly go unnoticed.
But also like me,
you are growing in awareness.
you don’t give up.
laughter and health
bubble forth, anyway.
you are a Velveteen Rabbit,
and you are being loved
into being made more real.
you are learning the
gift of surrender.
grace finds you.
you are grateful for it all.
my spirit bows to your spirit.
We are one.
And you are like me.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
No amount of coffee
can awaken this soul
to quicken its attention.
I am looking for you again, my God.
The mysteries of my path,
unfolding in excruciating ease.
I long for answers.
It helps when I remember
the times I have visited this landscape before.
You have always been next to me –
your hand in mine,
In rare glimpses you point the way –
but your respect for me usually
allows my own stumble forward.
Mostly, it helps to be held.
To embrace the mysteries
in the comfort of your arms
feels like the home
you made for me.
I am a baby looking for your eyes
as you love me.
Copyright@Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019