Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Another Year

 

As in a game that stacks,

each brick a year in length,

we add them to the pile,

observing how they stay.

Some years there is more wobble,

stability stressed by balance.

Some years the heights are awesome,

our vision stretched and soaring.

The years they come so swiftly…

we sing this song together.

Life has a way of moving

each moment easily lost.

We long to learn the secret…

         Who builds this life we live?

We look at its construction,

our gratitude gives us vision.

 

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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Poem · Poetry

In But Not Of

 

I belong to God.

The fabric of my being is

knitted with the golden threads

of love and divine insight.

The roots of my tree reach

to the depths of all there is.

The heart of my heart 

is God’s heart –

open wide with compassion and pain

brave enough to heal 

the brokenness within and beyond me.

I am a wave on the shore,

connected to the ocean of God’s Love 

and presence,

washing gently on the world but

separate from its shores.

I reflect both the sun and moon,

inviting a way out

of the darkness – 

simply by shining.

This is my true nature.

When I find myself dragged into

pain and drama,

the pull of ego and interaction,

I remember who I am

and I am lifted up

and out.

True freedom and peace arrive,

and I am whole.

 

Copyright@ Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

All Is Well

 

How I wonder at

the many ways of getting it wrong –

the things that pull us away,

derail and distract us from

the truth of who we are

and how we were made

from the beginning.

Life continues to instruct –

through discomfort and pain.

It seems the most effective tool

to bring us to the necessary surrender.

I am not a fan of the process –

the reshaping and chiseling away…

but the revelations that come

reassure in ways

unmeasurable.

I yield to the master craftsman,

offering myself up for true fashioning,

despite the necessary struggles,

that the me that has always been

can be seen –

and true freedom,

finally mine.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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Poem · Poetry

Taking the Bow

 

Like a flower,

I can take a bow at the end of the day

and rest when the sun rests.

Like a cat,

I can curl up on the couch

and tune out the world

until nourishment or play calls to me.

Like yeast,

stick me in a warm place for a spell

and cover me up

until my energy

rises again into beautiful form.

Even God took a day off.

The silliness of it all

makes me chuckle –

how I have bought into

constant striving

and pushing.

Humility is a gift

and a teacher.

I am finally learning

the wonder and intelligence

of rest.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017

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Poem · Poetry

Not Up to Me

Like gears that click into place,

making everything

smooth and running as it should,

the moment you arrive,

you get it.

You get everything.

The Bible calls it

“the secret place of the Most High.”

You deeply know when you are there –

because everything before you

disappears into peace, Love

and the amazing Presence –

including you.

Sounds scary but

it is actually beautiful.

This is true freedom,

the letting go

and letting God.

Don’t let your gears get stuck

by grasping too hard

onto your special brand

of misdirection.

There is nothing to do

or figure out.

Divine Design has it.

Simply trust.

And Love.

Release your grip –

and again,

and again.

Everything is in place

and all is well.

It is not up to you

to figure it out.

Copyright © Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017

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