|Licensed Clinical Social Worker
|WHAT I SAY TO YOU ALL
What I say to you all,
The bowl of the pelvis holds a
Unfolding and revealing
The Spirit’s emergent flame.
Blue Painter’s Tape and Super Glue
I walk to chapel and think an intentionality into
the cool, crisp air. Is anyone there to
hear and respond?
I place an intentionality for a silly, lighthearted,
prayerful ode. I see Marie’s smiling face.
I hear, “I feel a poem coming on, my dear”.
Good and gracious God – thank you for blue
painter’s duct tape and super glue.
Thank you for the inspiration: duct tape holds
together cloth which by its weightiness is
coming apart at the seams.
Thank you for the sticky presence of super
glue that mends glasses so I may see.
Thank you for the helpfulness of super glue
which keeps shoe soles from separating so
I may more easily and gently walk your path.
Thank you for the duct tape/super glue combo
that holds my belt together so I am not
embarrassed by loosing my britches when I
stand to praise you.
God in your merciful grace with humor hear my
|Spiritual Director - Psychotherapist
Shaman – Priest
Come to the feast
To make a difference in the world
All dance together
Spin and twirl
Not knowing what the outcome will be
Setting myriad possibilities free
Pandora’s Box – a treasure chest
Those elements of life that fuel the quest
Spirit’s visions of the future come
To lead, entice the appetite
If not one – then the other
Know both are true, for God’s more is
2nd Tuesday AM, January 2009
Today I ask for a poem even though I
am not a poet
Today before meditation I request to
be delightfully surprised by the words
that come to mind
Today during meditation I am of two
minds – one saying the Ram Mantra
the other being flooded by poetic lines
I wish I were writing down
I need a scribe to write as I free
associate under the linear voice of
Ram, Ramaya, Namaha with each mala
Oh where now is that wonderful free
association? The moment is gone, the
feeling has left and my cognitive brain
is back in charge
I long to be crazy, dancing with the
interplay of my minds
I see My breath in the frosty air escape
and swirl with the Ruach of God
|A January Walk
Boxwood trimmed to proper height and size in
Pyracanthia sprawling on the ground
Red berries covering a mass of extended limbs
Blue creeper of some sort poking through
Or is it its mother spreading herself
Silver green lichens on tree bark
Bright green moss on steps so alive and
Both are the Creative More
Man with brief case muses
Why so many people today?
My reverie is broken as I answer
Students with an outdoor assignment
I turn toward class wanting to savor a bit more
Time is up
Back by the sprawling pyracanthia
Up the stone marked drive – boxwood edged
To the cedar tree with drooping branches
I pick a leaf stem
And see life
by T. Truesdale
Our Lady of the high desert sun,
Turquoise skies and the four winds;
Continue to carry our prayers
To the spirits that guide us.
Please bless our day.
Our Lady of the starry firmament,
Indigo, silver and pearl;
Continue to give us healing rest.
Please bless our night.
Our Lady of the solitary mountains,
That gives birth to the sacred rains;
And beautiful streams that race
Over their rocky paths
To sustain all life.
May they continue to flow.
Please bless our waters.
Our Lady of the red soil;
Containing the ancestral flesh,
Blood and bones of the ancient ones;
May it continue to nurture us.
Please bless our beloved earth.
Our Lady of the plants and animals;
May we continue?
The cycle of life;
In peace, health and harmony,
To live in more perfect balance.
Please bless our environment.
Divine Lady of the Southwest?
Please bless our loved ones, families and
Hear our prayers.