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Late Bloomer

 

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

and true.

 

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.

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Morning Prayer II

 

Loving Presence of the Holy One, my one and only God, I rest in the newness of this day.  The birds call and invite me to sing a song to you.  I lift my voice and speak your name out loud, offering myself as a vehicle of your love and grace this day and every day.  I know profoundly and more and more clearly that when I enter a day with this intention, that I begin in freedom.  For when I am aligned with your being, I am being authentically me.  Challenges may come today.  My prayer is that whatever they may be, that they may serve my awakening.  Therefore, blessed be this day!  For my heart is full of gratitude for this beautiful life and I intend to live it with joy and extend myself in love to those who cross my path.  I am awake.  As I sing my song, know that I am here for you, my God.  With my whole being, body and soul, I sing your praises. Thank you for this day.

Amen and amen.

 

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

 

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When the Poems Do Not Arrive

When the poems do not arrive,

it is time to sit and quiet.

Rest is needed

so trust in Life can

bubble up for expression

and flow in a new way.

 

When the poems do not arrive

and the wings of inspiration

do not lift and lighten,

one must look within with honesty.

Where are the blocks?

When found, raise them up

and bless them.  

Be grateful for the freedom they bring

when discovered and set aside.

 

When the poems do not arrive,

grieve a little and

then let go.

For there is no one to blame.

This is not about you.

There is only understanding

waiting for the dawn.

It always comes.

 

When the poems do not arrive,

be patient.

For when Presence returns,

so will the words that illuminate it.

 

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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