…. therefore have I hope.

Source: Contemplative Monk

Sunday reflection . . . . Come Home

Source: Contemplative Monk

-Sunday Morning Prayer-

To all that is chaotic
in you,
let there come silence.

Let there be
a calming
of the clamoring,
a stilling
of the voices that
have laid their claim
on you,
that have made their
home in you,

that go with you
even to the
holy places
but will not
let you rest,
will not let you
hear your life
with wholeness
or feel the grace
that fashioned you….

Let there be
an opening
into the quiet
that lies beneath
the chaos,
where you find
the peace
you did not think
and see what shimmers
within the storm.

~Jan Richardson #Shalem

Photo by Christy Berghoef
Text & image source: Shalem Institute

Sunday reflection . . . . “Love thy neighbor as thyself!”

Jesus has already shown you the simple way leading unerringly to the goal;
for deep truth lies in the simple words: “Love thy neighbor as thyself!”
With these words He gave the key to freedom and ascent!
Because it is an irrefutable fact: What you do for your neighbor you do
in reality only for yourselves! Solely for yourselves, since according to
the Eternal Laws everything returns to you without fail, good or evil,
either already here or there. It will surely come! Thus you are shown
the simplest of ways in which this step to the good volition is to
be understood.

Abd-ru-shin:  “The Grail Message” (In The Light of Truth)

Image source: Garden of Illumination 
Text source: Abdrushin 

Every good and perfect gift is from above

“Every good and perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of the heavenly
lights, who does not change like shifting shadows”

~ Bible(James 1:17).

Text & image source: Contemplative Monk/Upper Room Books

Happy Festival of The Holy Dove!

As the hour draws nearer for you all knowing ones worldwide,
may the blessings of the Day of the Holy Spirit rejuvenate
and stir us all unto greater works as demanded of us
in the Day of Judgement.
Happy Festival celebration.

Text & image source: Nehemiah Udo-Akang

See the land, her Easter keeping

See the land, her Easter keeping, 
Rises as her Maker rose. 
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, 
Burst at last from winter snows. 
Earth with heaven above rejoices; 
Fields and gardens hail the spring; 
Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, 
While the wild birds build and sing. 

You, to whom your Maker granted 
Powers to those sweet birds unknown, 
Use the craft by God implanted; 
Use the reason not your own. 
Here, while heaven and earth rejoices, 
Each his Easter tribute bring- 
Work of fingers, chant of voices, 
Like the birds who build and sing. 

Charles Kingsley

Artist Robert E Fuller

Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook