Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

God’s Reach

 

Sometimes I feel as if

I am in a favorite pocket of yours.

Once and a while, 

you reach in and touch me –

and I am remembered again.

You may adjust me a bit,

smoothing my edges and

moving me about inside the pocket,

your touch comforting 

as you bring me to new places

for my learning.

 

When the moment is right,

you lift me up and out

and I feel the rush of freedom knitted with

the warmth of grace

as you hold me in your hand.

You look at me,

and I look at you.

And I remember again 

what home feels like.

Then you place me back

into your pocket

for easy reaching later.

 

I am your treasure

and in your keeping –

you keep me safe from harm.

One day, I know

your lift up

and into the light

will mean I get to stay.

My vision will be clear then

and so will my reflection

of you.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Giving Thanks

 

It is far too easy

to focus on lack, pain,

or fear.

After all, the suffering 

seems to be

at every bend and corner.

This is what the world gives –

the constant dis-ease

which keeps us unsettled.

But, what is – THE MORE

continues to invite us…

and heal us

when our eyes are open to seeing it –

when our arms can stretch to receive,

and our hearts dare to soften.

Giving thanks

is about giving voice

to THE MORE –

which is always present.

So, let us raise our voices

and sing the song of grace.

Let us share its music

which beats in the

rhythm of our hearts.

Let us open our eyes 

and see

all the goodness

embedded in every moment.

When we do this together

around hearth or table,

the music of our voices

helps us touch

the deep places –

the ones that sustain

and heal us

and bring us to dancing.

Blessings to you

and through you.

Let us be present for each other.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2018

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