Tag: faith
It is time.
Pearls
Oh, the precious lessons
along the way!
They seem so hidden
at first –
but when they arrive,
or get uncovered,
they shine with brilliance.
We trudge and troll –
weary of the path,
tripping in the same old ways…
but when our eyes
dare to look anew,
we may spot a pearl.
Its presence
is grace revealed.
Its beauty
releasing us
of our misdirected ways.
A pocket full of pearls
is the treasure of
transcendence.
Keep your pearls close you.
They whisper and lift
as you continue on.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Be Lifted
I sometimes like to watch
the float of a feather.
It can show up unannounced
and bless me
with fresh lightness.
Watching its flowing movement
with no steering wheel
to direct
or engine powering it –
Well, it looks like freedom.
Most of us
tend to be weighted
by our day to day.
We load up our minds
with fiction
that keeps us from
the float of grace
intended for us.
Watch the feather,
I tell myself.
It has no need to
drive or direct,
no agenda to meet,
no cares to protect.
It simply rests
on the unseen flow of life.
It rises above beautifully.
The feather’s lift
is a wonder to behold –
the mystery and gift
of grace realized.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
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
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
When Praying
It starts with stopping
and then a deep breath –
the kind that really fills you,
and reaches to the bottom of things.
When you begin to settle
and peace starts to bloom,
you wait.
There is nothing to say.
It is a time to listen.
The longings will arise
and you simply hold them.
With grace and acceptance,
you lift them –
first to your heart,
and then up in surrender.
It is this gesture,
this gathering of yourself
which connects you to
who you are.
For there is no separation
between you and God.
You are a drop of water
in God’s ocean.
You belong –
and all it takes
is listening and bowing
to remember this
and be healed
of want and need.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
All The Ways
All the ways,
I hide from You…
All the ways,
I run.
The wisdom within
continues to wait, to instruct, but –
all the ways
stay stuck.
I fool myself daily, thinking
all the ways
work for me.
They seem to make sense
on the surface, but
living with them
and holding onto them,
trips me up.
I long for
all Your ways…
all Your ways of freedom
of grace,
of truth,
of Love.
I catch glimpses of these.
Sometimes, I am actually
held by their vision,
warmed by their touch,
inspired and lifted
by their presence.
In those moments,
I remember
all the ways
You are present, and
then I know
all the ways
to be.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Holy, Holy
Not one of us is perfect.
Not one of us is fully formed.
We are but buds on the stem,
and wobbly saplings,
with thirsty roots –
searching for ground.
Every day,
we come up short in some way.
We offend our intentions,
allowing the pain within
to attach more deeply.
Our path is littered with
all we have dropped,
despite all the trying
on the way to perfect.
To heal,
we turn around,
and gaze upon the lessons…
We pick them up,
one at a time,
and lift them to our heart.
In the lifting, we proclaim:
Holy, holy.
Holy, holy.
Now touched by grace,
we can turn around, facing forward –
and begin again –
reminded of what it feels like
to be held.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Message Received
My love went for a walk yesterday.
It was a sunny day and
the trees were singing.
Each step was an affirmation
of a beautiful day.
Walking is a wonderful way to connect
to the divine,
to our higher purpose.
The rhythm of movement
works like a physical mantra:
I move forward from my center. I connect to the ground.
As our muscles propel us,
our heart is lifted,
and we breathe in life,
like a hungry balloon.
Walking gives us the perfect visual
of the spiritual journey…
Sometimes there are bumps to avoid
and hills to climb
or descend.
We are careful not to trip.
Along the way,
we notice things –
the beauty of the trees,
the dogs being walked,
the smiles of our neighbors.
Walking gives our minds a chance
to wander, too –
to ponder the deep things
while our legs do their work.
On this particular journey,
my love, in a pensive moment,
content with his journey,
and the thoughts nourishing,
looked down.
On the ground was a paper,
and like a message from the beyond,
it spoke these words:
“I am Love.”
And just like that,
everything connected.
His heart soared skyward and
the message was received
deeply blessing his soul.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018
Becoming and Beholding 