Tag: insight
Stepping Into the Poem
Whether the writer or the reader,
the words given
are light for the road.
They spring from that fountain
that intends to nourish and cleanse.
The soul speaks,
the heart listens,
and the self awakens –
as it surprisingly
lets go of itself.
And that which seemed only for the few
is found.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Let Go
Let it Unfold
The Gift of Allowing
Be Resilient.
We Are Needed
It takes just a moment
to pause and let go –
to notice.
Presence always waits patiently for us.
She is found in the smallest of things…
The slow drip of water
off a rock
which holds the riverbank in place….
Presence is there.
The thought that gives birth to the word that spawns a tear…
Yes. There.
In that moment between
the reach of your hand
to the lifting of another –
Or when the homeless man
catches your eye and
a generous smile blooms…
There!
How short our time is!
We squander Presence like we waste water…
We forget to look,
to hear the slow drip,
to speak the unspoken word.
We get lonely in this poverty
of connection.
Sad, isn’t it?
This slip of a rose through the grasp of our fingers.
We ignore the dropped flower
and miss out on the bouquet,
the colors…
And then we grieve the loss of
a flower to cheer us –
it’s brilliance unwitnessed.
Love is like this , too.
It can hide beneath.
So, let’s elevate the
Presence and the Love, too.
For without them,
we aren’t even here.
And we are so needed.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
That Part of Me
My heart is working hard these days
with loss and loneliness.
I am an orphan seeking home.
The grief of moving through the landscape which
is my life
tugs at the ways I have
stitched myself together.
This waking up is painful –
but as I move forward,
I open my heart to it.
It is a time of deepening –
of allowing the mystery to instruct
and show me
the location of my true belonging.
The older I get,
the more acquainted I am
with this type of deep reckoning.
It is familiar terrain and
I have visited it often.
When I look back, I can see this.
But in this moment,
choosing to be present
feels like valor.
I gradually take on the challenge
as little pieces of me mend.
I begin to hear again the
warm and forgiving invitation.
It calls to me like
a song over the hillside,
sending music to my ears and heart.
I allow this embrace of mystery which
wells up within my very soul.
This is the place which
connects me to the beauty of it all
and the realization of belonging.
I find my way home again
and I learn to dwell in a sweet peace.
I dare to hold everything –
all the precious pain and longing.
Thanksgiving visits me –
I am surprised as it wells up like a wave
and invites me to rest in a beautiful tenderness.
This is Life and Grace
given and received.
They had never left.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
“Secret work is being done in us of which we have no inkling.” John O’Donahue
When Life is Hard
When life is hard,
and each day a challenge,
look for the soft places
beneath and below.
Uncover what is there
and be comforted.
When each day is an effort,
relax your muscles
and decide on purpose
to seek what frees.
Do more of that.
When the weight on your shoulders
is slowing you down,
go slow.
It is okay to rest.
Share your load and
ask for help.
Listen to the whispers of God –
for you are being directed to learn
something important.
Perhaps this is the time you finally understand that
joy can be found
in the pain
when you change your thinking.
Everyone gets lessons along the way…
Now is your time
to blossom in winter.
So, take comfort in the crocus
which perseveres through
hard frozen ground
to rise and shine,
transcending into Spring.
For you are the crocus.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Shift!
Becoming and Beholding 