Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Here I Stand

 

I lift up my eyes

and I look around.

There is blessedness here…

and it was there, too.

I see differently now –

my distorted vision finally giving way to clarity.

The work of letting go

has been harder than expected.

But now I can see that

the grip is the giver of pain

and its loosening,

is grace received.

So here I stand 

at the bank of the river of gladness.

I am finally ready to move toward yes.

I let go again, and

surrender to the divine flow.

All is well as I learn

the nature of floating.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

What the Trees Know

 

Sometimes it is important to sit under a tree.

You can rest from 

all the glare and heat.

God did not intend for us an endless panting –

nor a sweat which drains.

So drink in the breezes.

Stop yourself and rest.

Be.

For this is what the trees know…

they understand from their deepest root

that their shade is their best work –

and they are happy to share it.

Trees know what it feels like

to live as created to be.

There is no better peace

or joy.

Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

Artwork by Martha Harris.  To see more of her work, go to artisticflarings.blog.

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Poem · Poetry · Uncategorized

Your Embrace

No amount of coffee

can awaken this soul

to quicken its attention.

I am looking for you again, my God.

The mysteries of my path,

unfolding in excruciating ease.

I long for answers.

 

It helps when I remember

the times I have visited this landscape before.

You have always been next to me –

your hand in mine,

gently leading.

In rare glimpses you point the way –

but your respect for me usually

allows my own stumble forward.

 

Mostly, it helps to be held.

To embrace the mysteries

in the comfort of your arms

feels like the home

you made for me.

I am a baby looking for your eyes

as you love me.

Copyright@Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019

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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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