tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14802630775649259292024-03-19T01:47:44.608-07:00A Technician of the SoulPoems, Prayers and ReflectionsPhilip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-22236449483694991282024-03-12T15:46:00.000-07:002024-03-12T15:46:37.746-07:00Stardrift <p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In the silence of self, under the gaze of the cosmos—<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">...What is it, to truly know one’s mind?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">...What if,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">You don’t?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">What if... your essence is but a whirlwind,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Chaos—unceasing,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Voices—unyielding,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lost in a tempest of doubt, fear, anxiety,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">No anchor, no calm.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Booze, a fleeting solace,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">An attempt to mute the cacophony,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yet, the voices persist,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Louder,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Ever-present.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Speaking...<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Without confidence,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Have I merely danced on the winds of chance?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">All this time...<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">...And those who stand firm,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Do they too harbour storms?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Certainties cloaked in uncertainties.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I gaze upon the moon, pondering—<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The grand design of the cosmos,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Planets, each a testament to singularity,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Diverse atmospheres, gravitational mysteries,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Rotations, axes, climates—<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Imagination pales.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the vastness of space, each celestial body unique,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A spark, they say,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In an instant, creation unfurled,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A narrative of fire, spanning epochs.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Here I stand,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A creature of the cosmos,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Marveling at existence,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Questioning,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"How Great Thou Art?"<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yet,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In this grandeur, I am adrift,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Seeking the essence of self,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lost,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yet found in the innocence of a child.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A narrative untold,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Pieces of me, gathered in the shadows of what was never
shared.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->SILENCE <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The echoes of my soul whisper,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A journey through the broken verse of life,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Majesty intertwined with sorrow,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A search for meaning,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the quiet… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>between
stars.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiUPxfM153L-DMdDQ4HGYaVG8_FVjGEUqg_eMLQB-kJ0uazwNDEYpRnzkDgh6CNyzW7wvdv7aOpxVUjwFe2Ef867zJKre5qGKTsCh9DE0X95vYee4-ty_OLkGVWfy5VGoKSdunjLhZAGmGRUNFM77yCD_NC-30JLK5UhpVvrrm1COn2N3Nngnun_Pb7kd/s636/Stardrift.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="634" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiUPxfM153L-DMdDQ4HGYaVG8_FVjGEUqg_eMLQB-kJ0uazwNDEYpRnzkDgh6CNyzW7wvdv7aOpxVUjwFe2Ef867zJKre5qGKTsCh9DE0X95vYee4-ty_OLkGVWfy5VGoKSdunjLhZAGmGRUNFM77yCD_NC-30JLK5UhpVvrrm1COn2N3Nngnun_Pb7kd/w638-h640/Stardrift.png" width="638" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-68004140847235773522024-03-12T03:41:00.000-07:002024-03-12T03:41:13.367-07:00Rebirth<p>In the depths of sorrow, loss entwines,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Around us, constants, once our spines.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Forward we look, to bedrocks gone,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Finding ourselves, the foundation drawn.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Staggered by grief, responsibilities weigh,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Echoes of the past, in memories fray.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Critiques once cast on those before,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Now our flaws, the next adore.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Foundation built on all that's been,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Moments come, our legs, unseen<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tremble beneath burdens, old and new,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tears fall, world submerged in view.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Doubt and fear, a gripping hold,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The world tilts, stories untold.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Axis thrown, we're cast adrift,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In sorrow's depths, our souls uplift.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tears cocoon, crystalline embrace,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In pain, in grief, we find our place.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A moment poised on transformation's edge,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A breath, a leap, from sorrow's ledge.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Transformation, both known and strange,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A natural breath, a scope of change.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Marked moments, horizons wide,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Strength and bravery, our guide.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Through tears, through trembling, life's design,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Beauty unfolds, in time, align.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In transformation, in life's embrace,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Open eyes, the beauty we face.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5e1vnEBz1EssQwVQZNdWYyMNuL4d1v7HipeaSCPEyL_OU9g2KmVElO6wLsRcAgj6zY95oZyf5bicJdE3In5Fz729eBoRtZqxwUiV1rokjor2oE31rKBvF0OHfc7JcEuiIN6lz8m8AzuK5KfZ3ArDAzZDmfbhxi0bD-pAsC9PzRmxm3XxOWk4XvUljVdsH/s771/Rebirth.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="771" data-original-width="770" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5e1vnEBz1EssQwVQZNdWYyMNuL4d1v7HipeaSCPEyL_OU9g2KmVElO6wLsRcAgj6zY95oZyf5bicJdE3In5Fz729eBoRtZqxwUiV1rokjor2oE31rKBvF0OHfc7JcEuiIN6lz8m8AzuK5KfZ3ArDAzZDmfbhxi0bD-pAsC9PzRmxm3XxOWk4XvUljVdsH/w640-h640/Rebirth.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-26809354892489829652024-03-09T23:11:00.000-08:002024-03-09T23:12:44.873-08:00March Blessing<p> March—a masquerade of seasons,</p>Promises of summer's warmth, draped in winter's chill.<br />A month that whispers of spring's approach,<br />Yet holds back, teasing the heart longing for bloom.<br /> <br />In its light, hearts kindle—<br />Early birds compose melodies,<br />Piercing the silence of vacant pews on Sunday dawns.<br />Sun worshipers, drawn out to nature's altars,<br />Meandering through parks, alongside babbling streams,<br />Scaling mountain paths, seeking communion.<br /> <br />From slumber, we stir,<br />Eyes opening to the sacredness cradled in earth's bosom.<br />Emerging from the cocoon of introspection,<br />We embrace the dance of life,<br />A sacred rhythm, weaving through the tangible and unseen.<br /> <br />Beneath the soil, life stirs in silent testimony,<br />Seeds crack open in darkness, reaching for light.<br />The cycle of rebirth unfolds in whispered hues,<br />Nature's resurrection, a tapestry of renewal.<br /> <br />In this dance of light and shadow,<br />The old is shed, the new embraced,<br />A silent covenant between earth and sky—<br />Life's perennial promise of rebirth and renewal.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49V7aSI4OLIloEOcaRihsbdGzGjw36mC5IcW3q1WWegfFXtx0BROdOOfH-GmwHOFXryz6S764Onel8KP0hlS0Tgcz0kJXS8BKoNjjnJ-rZ1oAdrmmfUBHgUTaEZU_CYSi8nvPSAlA4ItqBlZxITiUyaMcXfIF30Hph5LsBcpJDpeelG4ChLFpk6sizUzt/s720/Screenshot%202024-03-10%20071221.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="716" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49V7aSI4OLIloEOcaRihsbdGzGjw36mC5IcW3q1WWegfFXtx0BROdOOfH-GmwHOFXryz6S764Onel8KP0hlS0Tgcz0kJXS8BKoNjjnJ-rZ1oAdrmmfUBHgUTaEZU_CYSi8nvPSAlA4ItqBlZxITiUyaMcXfIF30Hph5LsBcpJDpeelG4ChLFpk6sizUzt/w636-h640/Screenshot%202024-03-10%20071221.png" width="636" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-16148090156436456562024-02-28T07:58:00.000-08:002024-02-28T07:59:43.944-08:00Forgiveness Through Their Eyes: A Dog's Divine Loyalty<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: medium;">In
a world where fear whispers doubts that one has done or is enough to be seen,
loved, or to belong amid the cacophony of daily comings and goings, there is a
simple, profound truth seen through the eyes of a dog. "I see you,"
those eyes say, beyond the fears and flaws, to the very essence of who you are,
and that is enough. It is in the quiet moments, in the joyous reunions at the
end of day, where every tail wag and gentle nuzzle speaks volumes on
forgiveness and acceptance.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: medium;">Therein
lies the courage, not in the spectacular or the great, but just in showing up,
in coming home, and facing another day into the uncertainties. A dog does not
find this reflection on purpose with the same complexity of human anxieties but
finds it instead in its freedom to give loyalty and love without condition. Of
course, what we know does matter—but who we are matters a whole lot more. To be
seen, to be loved, not for one's gifts but purely for who they are and the
willingness to make space in their lives for each other.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: medium;">This
devotion, a quiet covenant between the dog and its owner, teaches us the art of
forgiveness—not in a manner of forgetting, but an embrace of our imperfections.
It shows us how to embrace one another as a step towards letting go of the
burdens weighing down our spirits. Every greeting, every shared silence turned
into a lesson in being brave enough to forgive, to accept, and to love not only
each other but ourselves.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: medium;">So
let us learn, then, from these faithful companions how to view life with that
lens of compassion and understanding, wherein being brave doesn't mean not
being fearful but possesses the courage to forgive and be kind to ourselves and
to those walking with us on the same journey through the twisted steps of life.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;">Their devotion, reversed; we find in their
devotion a reflection of the very heart of God: the unwavering loyalty of a dog
in the luminous path of forgiveness, mirrored as the closest expression of
divine grace.</span> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUUlCeKaNKBdfCsvhLXb7d95lh60G4jL_QP1sHuPJpO8JSjDWK6KMcSCH2A9wJSO77X7yMwrqVtqWwjTL9ZCb0SuBLLl4_T2c9Gqn-krzGvSclEEDEL7bFXAMoQVLrwT-xEiQ59Miio7gFByhV2dPgxRt6-B0I7fOXkmFXw_WjqjK96s46lzYHCmIVS8p/s770/Forgiveness.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="770" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUUlCeKaNKBdfCsvhLXb7d95lh60G4jL_QP1sHuPJpO8JSjDWK6KMcSCH2A9wJSO77X7yMwrqVtqWwjTL9ZCb0SuBLLl4_T2c9Gqn-krzGvSclEEDEL7bFXAMoQVLrwT-xEiQ59Miio7gFByhV2dPgxRt6-B0I7fOXkmFXw_WjqjK96s46lzYHCmIVS8p/w640-h314/Forgiveness.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-27644183804079246752024-02-26T13:31:00.000-08:002024-02-26T13:31:00.053-08:00The Mystics Dream <p><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt;">In
the quiet aftermath of prayer's embrace,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
Mystic finds his gaze upon the desert's face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">But
dreams, like rivers, flow beyond the sand,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">To
oceans vast, not of this land.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Awake
yet not, within a dream's soft fold,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
sails the space, the stars, the cold.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">An
ocean not of water, but of endless night,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Where
infinity's door swings wide, bathed in celestial light.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Turning
back, a vision strange and serene,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">His
sleeping form, in </span>tranquility<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> unseen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
hand reaches out, a journey to awake,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Touches
forehead, a ripple in the dream's lake.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
cool, light caress, self to self, entwined,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Mystic rubs his head, leaving sleep behind.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">But
hark! A drum beats, a call from afar,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Above
the horizon, where dreams and realities are.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
moon rises, not where the sun's rays meet,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">But
in the night's heart, its gravity sweet.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Overwhelming,
vast, a presence felt in bone,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">He
turns to its power, its silent moan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Upon
this lunar throne, a vision does appear,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
woman in silken gowns, drawing near.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her
dress, a comet's tail, across the sky it streams,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sewing
stars and dreams, in the fabric of dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">She
twirls, and the cosmos dance in her wake,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Stars
fall to the ocean, for eternity's sake.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Mystic, in awe, reaches through the void,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
distance immense, yet by longing destroyed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">In
a moment where time and space entwine,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Her
hand meets his, a touch divine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pulled
into embrace, a kiss deep and vast,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
moment of bliss, in eternity cast.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Awakening,
the room, the mundane calls,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">7am,
the clock on the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Light
streams, curtain’s part, a new day's birth,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
sound of the world, far from the heavens and earth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Yet
in his heart, a memory, a dream's sweet trace,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Of
oceans of space, and a woman's embrace.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A
kiss that bridged the gap between night and day,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">In
the Mystic's dream, where all worlds lay.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kUOq8kxyFvhSxcMbO8LYcu8RRRrGjVLZFyscDrd3J7huieRupo0pE_1UX5VsHRvOu5fZnS9qW_4D_8GwgwC4L6fuDHBbi66TLQaojfoSscs4bKFoPW34JBsBZkTJ_WQIsce_5iHO1uUguyNJ8Up7qmjZegOGsYbZQAQOlQwYCblneB4wC0lfHOmvnbGX/s633/The%20Mystics%20Dream.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="616" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kUOq8kxyFvhSxcMbO8LYcu8RRRrGjVLZFyscDrd3J7huieRupo0pE_1UX5VsHRvOu5fZnS9qW_4D_8GwgwC4L6fuDHBbi66TLQaojfoSscs4bKFoPW34JBsBZkTJ_WQIsce_5iHO1uUguyNJ8Up7qmjZegOGsYbZQAQOlQwYCblneB4wC0lfHOmvnbGX/w622-h640/The%20Mystics%20Dream.png" width="622" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-32793638937222258642024-02-21T11:10:00.000-08:002024-02-21T11:10:06.185-08:00The Tree Prayer <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqf5vI_4tzVy0lGctRK7lVOlqo5VjA1JgqbHRt5i6QTm2ije_5cTga0UX3radqw6ZK7-T4rCM-WkQuDXC4Bur7-aZZ9bJFBg-4WEH2B4r2A9lKlP39ya2NeqzLE7Yl5DO_Rlr0b0VMuSibtaj2dJ2DLmcmNq8SQeOUBFukG7V5s7-biW_wOTkwiEb86cbX/s625/Touch%20Wood.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="625" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqf5vI_4tzVy0lGctRK7lVOlqo5VjA1JgqbHRt5i6QTm2ije_5cTga0UX3radqw6ZK7-T4rCM-WkQuDXC4Bur7-aZZ9bJFBg-4WEH2B4r2A9lKlP39ya2NeqzLE7Yl5DO_Rlr0b0VMuSibtaj2dJ2DLmcmNq8SQeOUBFukG7V5s7-biW_wOTkwiEb86cbX/w640-h638/Touch%20Wood.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Divine Presence, as we come
together this morning (or evening), let us extend a warm welcome to all. Today,
we embark on a journey to delve into the profound significance of trees in our
lives, embracing the diverse array of virtues they embody. From the steadfast
Oak, symbolizing strength and wisdom, to the graceful Willow, embodying
flexibility and intuition, each tree shares its unique gift with the world. The
nurturing Maple, with its promise of balance and growth, stands alongside the
purifying Birch, heralding new beginnings and clarity.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">We acknowledge the Ash for
its connection to higher realms, offering a bridge to greater understanding,
and the Alder, for balancing the masculine and feminine, teaching us the
importance of harmony within. The Hazel, a beacon of wisdom and inspiration, whispers
secrets of the old, while the protective Rowan shields us with its might. The
Hawthorn, guardian of the heart, embraces us with its thorny embrace, reminding
us of the strength found in vulnerability.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The Aspen, with leaves that
dance and whisper in the wind, speaks of the peace that comes from listening to
the ancestral voices. The enduring Yew, through its association with
transformation and rebirth, guides us through the cycles of life and death, embodying
the eternal nature of our spirits. Lastly, the Olive, symbolizing peace and
renewal, extends its branches as a testament to the enduring hope for a
harmonious world.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">As we reflect on these twelve
trees, let us marvel at the depth of their roots, which anchor them firmly to
the Earth, and the journey of their leaves, carried by the wind yet part of a
greater whole. They stand as a reminder of our own resilience and interconnectedness,
more profound than we can ever fully comprehend. May this exploration deepen
our appreciation for the natural world and inspire us to live in greater
harmony with the Earth and with one another.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-9800735712006510462024-02-16T01:53:00.000-08:002024-02-16T01:56:58.673-08:00Not within these walls...<p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... hear our prayer, Living God.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls do we allow the turmoil and strife of the outside world to
penetrate the peace and solace of this sacred space. We stand together, yet
each alone with our thoughts, united in the strength of our diversity and the
respect for our manifold spiritual beliefs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... let reason guide our hearts and minds. A divine gift, too often
burdened by the chains of grief and discord, let reason be the light that
illuminates our understanding of the cosmos and our place within it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... may our discourse reflect thoughtfulness and our deeds bear the
hallmark of Your glory in this world—glory manifested in acts of kindness,
compassion, and charity, all refined by the purifying fire of reason.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... shall greed stifle the resonating echo of Your glory, nor shall
the drums of war, the veil of patriotism, the chains of history, and the
rigidity of dogma suffocate the spirit of love and unity that binds us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... do we surrender to the baser aspects of our nature—greed, ego,
pride, and dogma have no dominion here.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... we rest in the embrace of diverse beliefs, finding unity in our
shared quest for truth and understanding.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Not within
these walls... may this be our solemn vow, a testament to our commitment to
peace, understanding, and the flourishing of all life under the gaze of the <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">and this way of being expand to those who seek
peace and community... Blessings Be.</span></span>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-79890916166601016622024-02-15T03:15:00.000-08:002024-02-15T03:17:18.980-08:00The Great Wall of Illusion and Division<p class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 20.4pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In essence, humanity often gets caught in the illusion of
separateness that breeds divisions where there is inherent unity. The struggles
we go through, the challenges we face are but mirrors of others, revealing our
common human condition. Our efforts at raising from the troubles of the world
only move us more apart from each other, and more so, from the godliness that
whispers softly inside us. This self-built wall veils us from our collective
humanity and our relationship with the Eternal. It is this great mystery,
whispering softly the truths of unity and connectedness into the very fabric of
our being.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-22200326205720853872024-02-11T07:43:00.000-08:002024-02-11T07:43:19.265-08:00Whispers of the Snowdrop<p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Underneath the wintery icy veil,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In Mother Earth's embrace, we hail.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The modest snowdrop, pure and small,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A beacon through the icy thrall.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dares from depth, a frozen rise,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A silent warrior, meek and wise.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"I can," it whispers to the sky,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"So can you," to all who pass by.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Blessed be this tender bloom,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">That through the snow, finds room to groom.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Its journey, quiet, yet profound,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A symbol where hope is found.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May we, like it, embrace our quest,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">With resilience in our chest.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May its modesty lead us day by day,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">From the darkest night to the brightest day.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As fields of friends, it brings to be,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Through frozen earth, through winterly.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In kind we gather, hand in hand,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A unified community, we stand.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This blessing of the snowdrop brings,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Imbue you with strength and hope,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For light, with winter's hand,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May you be brave, move forward with courage,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Pure and bright!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So, in the grace, of Imbolc's spirit free<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We dance in this sacred space, to be.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">With each snowdrop that blooms, there's a path.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">One of renewal, then love, aftermath.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Blessed all who've heard,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Be this verse, now never blurred!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Snowdrop's journey may inspire,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A heart of fire to aspire.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuw0YnymtPrQKEHXMMiBcuLK2VCgLbqknd_cDhzVKmxYREvTfJUY3DEKMI36c4B1yx5MBed31eJG6qTR7r9_DTkVQzoW3zN_bD4KWwfgohE2yL5OkmEfPfn3JnWyXIRsmGnoFqFy7wOKYK26U0f-g0kr04VlFhHzZnYksCR-xG78dofmsVts-80IuNmBIm/s628/Screenshot%202024-02-09%20115434.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="620" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuw0YnymtPrQKEHXMMiBcuLK2VCgLbqknd_cDhzVKmxYREvTfJUY3DEKMI36c4B1yx5MBed31eJG6qTR7r9_DTkVQzoW3zN_bD4KWwfgohE2yL5OkmEfPfn3JnWyXIRsmGnoFqFy7wOKYK26U0f-g0kr04VlFhHzZnYksCR-xG78dofmsVts-80IuNmBIm/w632-h640/Screenshot%202024-02-09%20115434.png" width="632" /></a></div><br />Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-54279740671864564392024-02-01T01:54:00.000-08:002024-02-01T01:55:57.852-08:00I have found them! <p> Forget the chase for keys lost in the strife,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And leave behind the noise of worldly life.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Within your grasp, the key has always lain,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To unlock beauty, where deep truths remain.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The Universe, with patience, gently smiles,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Awaiting your embrace of inner miles.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">God, the Great Mystery, in silence, waits,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For you to open your own heart’s great gates.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>No need for mantras, images, or breath,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">True meditation lies beyond the death<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Of ceaseless seeking, in the soul’s own light,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where supreme love resides, hidden in sight.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgvbnrbgsbFnjh7lIlpSPnfX9ZjdwTeaW8AL3SI0dWlZqOW2YSw_3EqL90QAGpqILrNMf9l9tPoxV6j6dsa8SByiJ98pYgQ-ciAsTdW9WGAqEZoVyQ3IPYKbLCTfSb9Bk0E9t94B23ORkuovglKYaJTogus3YiRhw3jO9_AELz_d6-23fogz0RuHMKPyA/s774/Screenshot%202024-02-01%20095336.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="774" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgvbnrbgsbFnjh7lIlpSPnfX9ZjdwTeaW8AL3SI0dWlZqOW2YSw_3EqL90QAGpqILrNMf9l9tPoxV6j6dsa8SByiJ98pYgQ-ciAsTdW9WGAqEZoVyQ3IPYKbLCTfSb9Bk0E9t94B23ORkuovglKYaJTogus3YiRhw3jO9_AELz_d6-23fogz0RuHMKPyA/w640-h614/Screenshot%202024-02-01%20095336.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">You are the master, holder of the key,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Unlocking doors to your own mystery.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Great wonders stir from places deep within,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Open your being, let new grace begin.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Let petals of your spirit gently part,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Inviting light to enter, heal your heart.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">From deep inside, let new insights take flight,<o:p></o:p></p>
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif">Embrace the inner dawn, and find your light.</span>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-87307436044337968722024-01-18T06:10:00.000-08:002024-01-18T06:10:04.103-08:00Prayer for Purity and Divine Guidance.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYuBhpIKyIPSvGNc6mQjn5s_LSx6MHePIPKBVSP0n5WsIFgk4zbYOgt_pIZGGMlHL4bjEqfXZ9DVlLQiQkVzFk_Pcy6hApz7KP7JlKD0KLK4-WnYxClXbd0euzbYpJEs2SmmYgWJqWkr8c5QTY8g3asWbvpAeeQAo-giPVptv8ZFaVN5ra1wZDqqjW5Fw/s595/Screenshot%202024-01-18%20140648.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="595" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYuBhpIKyIPSvGNc6mQjn5s_LSx6MHePIPKBVSP0n5WsIFgk4zbYOgt_pIZGGMlHL4bjEqfXZ9DVlLQiQkVzFk_Pcy6hApz7KP7JlKD0KLK4-WnYxClXbd0euzbYpJEs2SmmYgWJqWkr8c5QTY8g3asWbvpAeeQAo-giPVptv8ZFaVN5ra1wZDqqjW5Fw/w640-h634/Screenshot%202024-01-18%20140648.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">O
Divine Essence, source of unblemished purity and infinite wisdom, to whom we
are forever intertwined, guide us gently as we navigate the joys and sorrows of
our lives. In this sacred gathering, let your presence illuminate our hearts,
fostering a deeper understanding of purity in thought, word, and deed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">Bless
us with the clarity of mind and purity of heart, akin to the untouched beauty
of nature. In moments of both tranquillity and turbulence, remind us of the
pristine purity inherent within us, a testament to the human spirit’s capacity
to embody and reflect your untainted love.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">Grant
us the courage to seek purity in our actions, the humility to acknowledge our
imperfections, and the wisdom to see the unrefined beauty in our journey. As we
reflect upon our lives, with their myriad experiences, guide us to recognize
the sublime grace that leads us toward a purer way of being.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">In
this sanctuary of openness and sincerity, inspire us to cultivate an
environment of pure love and genuine compassion, supporting one another
unconditionally, and rejoicing together in sincere fellowship. May our hearts
be receptive to the profound truths that life unveils, embracing every lesson
with a spirit of gratitude.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">Let
us find solace in the realization that our quest for purity is a shared endeavour,
igniting within us a steadfast spirit of hope and dedication. As we walk this
path, may we do so with the assurance that each step is taken within the realm
of your divine wisdom.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">In
this communion of shared aspirations, empower us to become vessels of pure love
and light, echoing the virtues of those who have journeyed before us, and
setting an example of integrity and purity for those who will follow.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">In
your sacred embrace, we find our refuge and our inspiration. May this prayer be
a reflection of our commitment to live a life of authenticity, and a
celebration of the unbreakable bond that connects us all in the divine dance of
existence.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 16.0pt;">Amen.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-16903014937503653342023-12-27T10:20:00.000-08:002023-12-27T10:23:29.124-08:00New Years Blessing <p><br /></p><p style="--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgba(69,89,164,.5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 transparent; --tw-shadow: 0 0 transparent; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; border: 0px solid rgb(217, 217, 227); box-sizing: border-box; color: #374151; font-family: Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"; font-size: 16px; margin: 1.25em 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwgLMtl8sccImgMcl9Xm4FgRkAKxlzxLKvJTk7xHaeMAVyMw478H_M79Bq9cnW5977MrBnGpZQReMi93graxB1rMb4jDNkzh9gOrKT8XVTBuYfJtMImbY0EaCdNS9vIXI50XP7ybuhrtPltIF_Vxf-Tcue3Kj6Ubd3JCgnSEqbA4JEOaK1aQOCga_jmRu/s618/new%20years%20blessing.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="618" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCwgLMtl8sccImgMcl9Xm4FgRkAKxlzxLKvJTk7xHaeMAVyMw478H_M79Bq9cnW5977MrBnGpZQReMi93graxB1rMb4jDNkzh9gOrKT8XVTBuYfJtMImbY0EaCdNS9vIXI50XP7ybuhrtPltIF_Vxf-Tcue3Kj6Ubd3JCgnSEqbA4JEOaK1aQOCga_jmRu/w640-h634/new%20years%20blessing.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal">As the year concludes, its final days aglow with festive
lights and joy,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The merriment of months gone by lingers in our hearts, a
cherished memory.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yet, in our dreams, we quietly yearn for peace, health, and
prosperity,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hopes whispered like secrets, as delicate as leaves dancing
in the wind.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Though trees stand bare, stripped of their verdant crowns,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Their stark branches hold a silent, profound truth:<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In stillness, they await the awakening of spring, the return
of light,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The darkest day now behind, veiled beneath the enduring
cheer of nature's green.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">With each passing day, the light strengthens its embrace,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Urging us forward, challenging our fears, forging our
resilience.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In this journey, we sculpt our better selves, the ones we
aspire to be,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Discovering that life's true essence lies not in ease, but
in our steadfast resolve.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For even as shadows may loom, dimming the world's
brilliance,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And sorrow at times may sweep across our fields of dreams,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Therein lies the profound blend of beauty and hardship,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Each giving significance to the other in the fabric of human
life.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So let us embrace this journey, hearts etched with an
unyielding creed:<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">That a life of worth is carved not by chance, but through
our enduring spirit.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As the New Year dawns, let it be a canvas for our hopes, our
dreams,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">An opportunity to weave a brighter, kinder, and more
resilient future for all.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br />Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-32808333624019636662023-12-23T05:23:00.000-08:002023-12-23T05:23:09.629-08:00 In the Quiet Light<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZSgWf9izbTR_TbtBjWG7FL0_0ulDY0JMJ_mbpzi0P7ohfpZxiPWAiyj4nQ98uKMwJkiGsvRsOQ64zr6gJjx8jC3yPNzF_r0IskAGWcEr5RjL4A2v-xZApSd_Og4YuY3oWU1RAVQFaYPVPiexoDL7wZ9AqGxycYI_2CzQd6Hv42-OTIQDRoppK2xBqLdK/s716/Screenshot%202023-12-23%20132204.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="716" height="602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZSgWf9izbTR_TbtBjWG7FL0_0ulDY0JMJ_mbpzi0P7ohfpZxiPWAiyj4nQ98uKMwJkiGsvRsOQ64zr6gJjx8jC3yPNzF_r0IskAGWcEr5RjL4A2v-xZApSd_Og4YuY3oWU1RAVQFaYPVPiexoDL7wZ9AqGxycYI_2CzQd6Hv42-OTIQDRoppK2xBqLdK/w640-h602/Screenshot%202023-12-23%20132204.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the quiet light, where thoughts whisper clear,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Beneath the gentle sway of day's soft glow,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I seek the wisdom hidden deep, yet near,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the heart's silent streams where truths flow.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Knowing myself, a journey without end,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In reflection’s embrace, I find my guide.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Each step, a story; each breath, a new bend,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In life's vast canvas, where dreams coincide.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The unexamined life, a path untrod,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is a melody unsung, a tale unread.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In quiet reflection, I nod,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Embracing the wisdom in heart and head.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the dance of light and shadow, I see,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The wisdom of being, the truth of me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">(Listen to this music whilst reading the prayer... <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7I3KaZrSAmY&t=0s">Richter: On The Nature Of Daylight (Orchestra Version) (youtube.com)</a>)</div><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-40432326580808904622023-12-13T06:47:00.000-08:002023-12-13T09:13:38.069-08:00The Lost Scroll of Ezekiel: Chapter One "The Lost Ball" <p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">In an age far removed from our own, nestled amidst the
whispers of an ancient building, there existed a man named Ezekiel. He was the
guardian of an ancient library, a sanctuary of forgotten tomes and whispered
secrets—a repository of knowledge that transcended time.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Ezekiel was celebrated by his town for his profound intellect
and the depth of his understanding. His days were cloaked in the pursuit of
knowledge, and his nights were illuminated by the faint glow of oil lamps that
cast dancing shadows upon countless scrolls.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Yet, within the labyrinthine corridors of wisdom, Ezekiel had
misplaced something invaluable—the joy of existence itself. The more he sought
knowledge, the further he drifted from the boundless wonder that had once
filled his heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">One crisp morning, a serendipitous event unfolded. A troupe
of children arrived at Ezekiel's library, their laughter weaving through the
air like an ancient melody. They had ventured in pursuit of their wayward ball,
an unwitting trespass into the realm of knowledge.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Ezekiel, accustomed to solitude and scholarly pursuits,
observed the children with a mix of bemusement and curiosity. They carried with
them an aura of unadulterated joy—a reminder of a world he had long forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">The children explained their quest for the lost ball, and
Ezekiel, his curiosity piqued, decided to assist them. Together, they embarked
on a journey within the library's courtyard, a place where the boundaries
between knowledge and simplicity began to blur.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">As they explored the courtyard's hidden corners and shadowed
alcoves, Ezekiel couldn't help but be enchanted by the children's laughter and
their boundless wonderment. Their playful spirits breathed life into the
ancient stones and whispered secrets to the winds.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">During their search, a young girl with eyes like sapphires
gazed up at Ezekiel and asked, "Sir, you must be very wise. Do you know
where our ball might have ventured?"<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8dIaz1I4FG9mTFPn5GCaFV39fq8ctoGR26TL0ZeTQ-hJEOlU5ISzr2qBwH4_RT0X9_vc8mLQpziGCkcgQPIq3b_y8VZpgp74ukJ20gVMs9XS78kBZGMMBmn2VAfl8ftqzTiF4R6GiTr80MP0kQR6kuwCnKBKbRBdYNpyFh9bVFGYMYDxZAaXlsh9yo8b/s1024/the%20wise%20and%20the%20child.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv8dIaz1I4FG9mTFPn5GCaFV39fq8ctoGR26TL0ZeTQ-hJEOlU5ISzr2qBwH4_RT0X9_vc8mLQpziGCkcgQPIq3b_y8VZpgp74ukJ20gVMs9XS78kBZGMMBmn2VAfl8ftqzTiF4R6GiTr80MP0kQR6kuwCnKBKbRBdYNpyFh9bVFGYMYDxZAaXlsh9yo8b/w640-h640/the%20wise%20and%20the%20child.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p>Ezekiel's response was not one of erudition but of a newfound
wisdom that had begun to stir within him, and tears formed in his eyes.
"My dear," he said with a smile, "while I have delved deep into
the realm of knowledge, the mysteries of a lost ball remain beyond my
grasp."</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">In that moment, the courtyard resounded with the children's
laughter, a symphony of innocence that danced upon the air. Ezekiel, once
ensnared by the complexities of his own mind, found himself swaying to the tune
of their laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">As they eventually unearthed the wayward ball, the children
invited Ezekiel to join in their revelry. In their laughter and play, Ezekiel
discovered a revelation—a revelation not of literal keys but of the intangible
keys to the kingdom of heaven.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">He understood that within
the laughter of a child and the simplicity of existence lay the profound wisdom
of life itself. The courtyard, once shrouded in the dust of forgotten scrolls,
became a sacred space where knowledge and wonder intertwined, beckoning all to
uncover the keys that unlocked the boundless mysteries of existence.</span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-89916255457984380692023-12-11T05:01:00.000-08:002023-12-11T05:01:49.686-08:00December Blessing <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zL3zPfMEFMoz5xnsy6YnETrbXiHx9zFCjYqB84jPjkItEHgS2-Mc119WzIMjLCUxF2tCSV9RYMjn9i1a43wuXCfgzZNV3qKv4oVaY1UIUU3J4E_3QCHAO7rC1sLPjsudL29AYCMJLGqiX29X6B00sA6FwwFDpu6l41jRyWTJh_7TXzO1hv_ApSC-gSln/s1024/december%20blessing.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2zL3zPfMEFMoz5xnsy6YnETrbXiHx9zFCjYqB84jPjkItEHgS2-Mc119WzIMjLCUxF2tCSV9RYMjn9i1a43wuXCfgzZNV3qKv4oVaY1UIUU3J4E_3QCHAO7rC1sLPjsudL29AYCMJLGqiX29X6B00sA6FwwFDpu6l41jRyWTJh_7TXzO1hv_ApSC-gSln/w640-h640/december%20blessing.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">In the embrace of December, we learn the art of waiting in
the dark. Within this darkness, we find solace and quiet, akin to the hushed
stillness of a tranquil sanctuary, nurturing our souls for what lies ahead. In
this profound darkness, we hear the mothering heartbeat of the Universe, a
constant reminder of divine guidance.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We find safety, protection, and solace in the darkest of
moments, for the light of love surrounds us. As we navigate the challenges, let
us grow in the dark waters without fear, knowing that our souls are forged in
these trials.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Even amidst the world's conflicts and chaos, remember that
the Universe is doing a new thing. May we have the wisdom to perceive hope and
peace in the shadows, carrying them into the coming light.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Hold in your hearts the lands torn by strife and division,
where peace seems distant. Let our collective hope shine as a beacon, guiding
those in conflict toward reconciliation and understanding.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May the blessings of peace and hope accompany us all as we
navigate life's uncertainties, trusting in the path illuminated by the light of
love and the promise of a new day.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In this December Blessing, find the courage to wait in the
dark, embrace the unknown with open hearts, and nurture the seeds of peace and
hope within ourselves and the world.<o:p></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-44600639496394839402023-12-05T02:15:00.000-08:002023-12-05T02:15:43.043-08:00An Eye for an Eye Makes the World Blind<p>In the heart of Gaza, where children play,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lies a story of sorrow, night and day.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Little hands, little feet, in alleys roam,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Amidst the rubble that was once their home.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Oh, the innocence lost in war's cruel game,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where each side's vengeance fans the flame.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">An eye for an eye, the old saying goes,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But in this cycle, endless sorrow flows.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Tiny hearts bear burdens too heavy to hold,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Their eyes, stories of despair untold.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Brothers, sisters, in the dust they lay,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Dreams unfulfilled, in the light of day.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The politics of nations, blind in their might,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Cast shadows over what is just and right.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In corridors of power, where decisions are made,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The cries of the innocent begin to fade.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But hear me now, O leaders so high,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Your actions leave these children to cry.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the name of justice, in the name of land,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Can't you see the blood on your hand?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A mother weeps, her child no more,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the unending cycle of this brutal war.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Fathers mourn, under skies so grey,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Wishing for peace, in some distant day.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Oh, world so blind, can't you see?<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">This isn't how humanity should be.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Children of Gaza, of every creed and hue,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Deserve a life, bright and anew.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfo-e8B8MXAh28yj75RFcNmCbs1ywuoN5oJ6ti_UGzDFc1UdXDbkxSS9wXRbmo2Fpdmpsk0qY6iZoWrFWdYdU2q5PavlY-Acks46L33kjTGpnlL-VuLk4NL0EujNTtM_yxgv1aSFgNh-o6rTP7mzSISoyVOwXM4dpd4NTKfuThgAuL0nclpqfLPqghU86/s1792/Eye%20for%20an%20Eye.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1792" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNfo-e8B8MXAh28yj75RFcNmCbs1ywuoN5oJ6ti_UGzDFc1UdXDbkxSS9wXRbmo2Fpdmpsk0qY6iZoWrFWdYdU2q5PavlY-Acks46L33kjTGpnlL-VuLk4NL0EujNTtM_yxgv1aSFgNh-o6rTP7mzSISoyVOwXM4dpd4NTKfuThgAuL0nclpqfLPqghU86/w640-h366/Eye%20for%20an%20Eye.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the West, in Israel, hear this plea,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Open your eyes, let compassion be.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For every child in fear and dread,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Is a stain upon humanity, the great mystery observes with
dismay.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">"An eye for an eye," so the world goes blind,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the quest for peace, let's be more kind.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For the children's sake, let's rewrite this tale,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where love and hope, finally prevail.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In this plea, a call to all,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To catch these children before they fall.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To build a world, safe and free,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where every child can just be.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">So let us stand, hand in hand,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For the children of Gaza, across the land.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To challenge the blindness, to make a stand,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">For a world of peace, that's truly grand.<o:p></o:p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-54144761067798264682023-12-01T06:10:00.000-08:002023-12-01T06:10:22.107-08:00Magical Innocence <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
the cafe's gentle hum,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">By
the window, thoughts would come.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Outside,
a scene, simple, bright,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
boy in chase, a bird in flight.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">With
every step, his laughter rings,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
every flap, the pigeon sings.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
dance of joy, of freedom's call,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
this game, no win or fall.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">His
smile, a sunbeam, pure, alive,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">As
the bird takes wing, then dives.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
moment's chase, a heartbeat's thrill,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
this dance, time stands still.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
symbol, this, of life's sweet play,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Of
innocence in joyful sway.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Where
every chase, a lesson learned,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
every flight, our dreams returned.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
this simple, sweet parade,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">The
beauty of life is displayed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">A
child, a bird, in light's embrace,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">Reminds
us of a gentler pace.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">So,
let's cherish these moments, ever fleeting,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">In
every heart, a joyful beating.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">For
in these acts, so small, so bright,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 14pt;">Lies
the magic of life, in plain sight.</span> </p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-15867726623394793112023-11-27T02:43:00.000-08:002023-11-27T02:43:03.651-08:00The Wisdom of a Child’s Gaze<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwqg_fxk801m6no1Z0M4qwi4eW8XrVQrDZb5JrGK8PSh304QeQVcQTaB1MBe5fyFgqwZOx7L0L3AUcE3BQ8SkZb1qPDT4Em77X_q4KaOXU2J7ZzoDIvT8IiQzS44j0YPxq_EoJ_bnT94czmiqKdHbStQ272hOcSPffzyDLIyLeyfSbkk4CFMKABQlU2_N/s1024/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-11-27%2010.41.14%20-%20A%20philosophical%20scene%20inspired%20by%20a%20poem,%20set%20in%20an%20ancient%20Greek-style%20room%20with%20warm%20lighting.%20In%20the%20center,%20a%20child,%20embodying%20curiosity%20and%20innoc.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwqg_fxk801m6no1Z0M4qwi4eW8XrVQrDZb5JrGK8PSh304QeQVcQTaB1MBe5fyFgqwZOx7L0L3AUcE3BQ8SkZb1qPDT4Em77X_q4KaOXU2J7ZzoDIvT8IiQzS44j0YPxq_EoJ_bnT94czmiqKdHbStQ272hOcSPffzyDLIyLeyfSbkk4CFMKABQlU2_N/w400-h400/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-11-27%2010.41.14%20-%20A%20philosophical%20scene%20inspired%20by%20a%20poem,%20set%20in%20an%20ancient%20Greek-style%20room%20with%20warm%20lighting.%20In%20the%20center,%20a%20child,%20embodying%20curiosity%20and%20innoc.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />In a world spun from Plato's forms,<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where shadows dance, reality warms,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A child's eyes, with wonder wide,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Approach the old, where stories hide.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Socrates' questions, in every gaze,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Seeking truths, through life's maze,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Yet here, in innocence's embrace,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lies a wisdom, time can't erase.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Aristotle spoke of virtues grand,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Of ethics spread across the land,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">But in this child, pure and clear,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Lies a love, devoid of fear.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Great grandfather, in his chair of age,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">With lines of stories, life's written page,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Smiles down at this youth so free,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A mirror to his memory.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A kiss, soft, with kindness sown,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A love, pure, as ever known,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Brings forth tears from eyes so deep,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where war and peace, in silence, sleep.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In that tear, a world unfurls,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Beyond the grasp of pearls and swirls,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Of a life in drink and strife entwined,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">A search for meaning, never defined.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The child's touch, soft and light,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Heals the wounds of endless night,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Brings forth a wisdom, ancient, true,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the eyes of old, a youthful hue.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">And thus, the great grandfather sees,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Through childlike eyes, life's simple keys,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Where Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, fade,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Before the wisdom a child's love made.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In every failing, every fear,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In all the world, both far and near,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">The beauty lies in simple grace,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Of a child's unfiltered, loving embrace.<o:p></o:p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-47454234921522967682023-11-24T06:26:00.000-08:002023-11-24T06:38:43.781-08:00Journey to the Inner Light: A Meditation on Centering the Self<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB32OEXL_uNoEaNuEqvpkGtUwUC_-VN5jk10trhcgO5pvSepljKeYS2M5S01fIFq4-YqxmLpUKqTaLO-LmgN1K16moD-6dM7LkLh2agqAcpg2m8UbRnujA8sZ9jkRztxsxYKYy6xWvl60iUG-RD4RS3R7RCwsiSBY8GDrP-i5eKBhK191tlDo5LtIQcc_2/s1024/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-11-24%2014.25.17%20-%20Visualize%20a%20serene%20and%20profound%20meditation%20scene.%20In%20the%20center,%20a%20person%20is%20floating%20above%20a%20tranquil%20sea,%20surrounded%20by%20an%20intensely%20bright%20light,%20t.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB32OEXL_uNoEaNuEqvpkGtUwUC_-VN5jk10trhcgO5pvSepljKeYS2M5S01fIFq4-YqxmLpUKqTaLO-LmgN1K16moD-6dM7LkLh2agqAcpg2m8UbRnujA8sZ9jkRztxsxYKYy6xWvl60iUG-RD4RS3R7RCwsiSBY8GDrP-i5eKBhK191tlDo5LtIQcc_2/w640-h640/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-11-24%2014.25.17%20-%20Visualize%20a%20serene%20and%20profound%20meditation%20scene.%20In%20the%20center,%20a%20person%20is%20floating%20above%20a%20tranquil%20sea,%20surrounded%20by%20an%20intensely%20bright%20light,%20t.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">We are gathered and yet alone in this moment,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Rest in assurance and comfort, we are collectively bringing
ourselves to peace. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">May you fold the difficulties in your life and place them on the
side, for just this moment.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And as we delve into the practice of finding a profound centre
of our uniqueness…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Extend your heart to those you love without hesitation or
pause,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Think of the joy they bring in your life, the happiness, the
security, and comfort,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Now, just this moment, place them on the side of
your being.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Now, turn your attention to those who vex you,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Think of the difficulty, and discomfort they bring… consider
the difficulty and discomfort you bring.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Now for this moment, place them on the side of your
being...<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Silence</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">In the Midst of placing them at the side your being, all the Joys and Sorrows, You find that you are </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">floating above the waters of tranquility, imagine you are
surrounded by a light… the brightest light you ever did see.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And now, without hesitation, you fall with utter grace into
the waters…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Darkness surrounds you,<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Strands of light whisper pass you…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">There is a profound whisper silently streaming passed you…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">You try to listen, but their words are incomprehensible…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Your hand reaches out in the darkness to reach for this profound
message…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Whispers of light continue to warp around you…unknowing and known!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The Darkness calls for you…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">But a Greater Light wants to guide you… <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Falling into the unknown is the only place to go…<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The merging of the whispering lights are connected to that
light, </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">an intensity of profound gentle light… <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Is that a hand of light reaching out for me? <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>Silence </i><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">With gentle measure of your being, you turn to that which is
at the side of your being, bring what is needed on your journey in this life. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-5983803974590944282023-11-18T11:48:00.000-08:002023-11-18T11:50:21.272-08:00Hymn: Journey in Love<p> <span style="font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love be in my
understanding,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love in every word and
deed,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love in every step I'm
taking,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Meeting every soul's true
need.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love be in my waking
moments,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">At the dawn of each new
day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">May I feel the light of
kindness<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">In those I meet along the
way.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love be in my daily
living,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">In the challenges I face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">May I find signs of
compassion<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">In each time and every
place.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Love be in my time of
resting,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Grateful for the gifts
bestowed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Grant us peace, replenish
spirits,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">As we tread this shared
road.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><i><span style="color: white;"><span face="Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span>Hymn Tune: Hyfrydol:</span><b> </b></span><span face="Söhne, ui-sans-serif, system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, "Helvetica Neue", Arial, "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Symbol", "Noto Color Emoji"" style="font-size: 16px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">8.6.8.6</span></span></i></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-32056114579394175412023-11-18T11:23:00.000-08:002023-11-18T11:41:11.741-08:00Ego's Shadow<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">In sleepless nights, he
toiled alone,<o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">His ego, unseen,
uncherished, unknown.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">He grappled with
questions, deep and dire,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Sickened that he was left
in the cold, not by the fire.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">As they were walking, his anger
flared and burned,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">'Why ignore my desires?'
he yearned.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">The loved one, saddened,
could only see<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">A strife-filled life,
yearning to be free.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">The loved one, in a warm
embrace,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Held close to all, with
timeless grace.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">No malice shown, no
spiteful scene,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Merely oversight in the
daily routine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Understanding dawned, the
ego's night waned,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Forgetting grievances,
peace regained.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">No malice intended, nor
vengeful decree,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Merely set aside,
unintentionally.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">Was it blindness, or
ego's quiet revenge?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">The loved one sat, with
time to mend.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">With truth as a
companion, in silent repose,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;">He pondered the heart’s
mysterious throes.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"><br /></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejHrBDPLZPcQD7p18CG1aPruce76tuXJOJvbEN-3TSLq1Unc3ECQoRvyF_aoL_x7FsbIV8BiuU52Dh2j1neR-ShXwu4cUxXTCD8TmDVJQO8jlu8xhxkv3tWCjfun6ewX8ELIYsPmtxRCPW77sDU_NV6KUY-FIGa10ppnFQJAPSZt1T_EIOG2eiFSoww2A/s716/Screenshot%202023-11-18%20193355.png" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: 21.3333px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="716" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejHrBDPLZPcQD7p18CG1aPruce76tuXJOJvbEN-3TSLq1Unc3ECQoRvyF_aoL_x7FsbIV8BiuU52Dh2j1neR-ShXwu4cUxXTCD8TmDVJQO8jlu8xhxkv3tWCjfun6ewX8ELIYsPmtxRCPW77sDU_NV6KUY-FIGa10ppnFQJAPSZt1T_EIOG2eiFSoww2A/w400-h399/Screenshot%202023-11-18%20193355.png" width="400" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Garamond",serif; font-size: 16pt;"></span></p><br /><p></p><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-1782406985314649482023-11-06T13:19:00.003-08:002023-11-06T13:20:45.488-08:00Prayer of Remembrance #2<p>Gracious Spirit, who weaves the spectrum of our human
experience into the vast expanse of Your love,</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the solemn quiet of remembrance and the pulsing beat of
our world's conflicts, we turn to You for solace and strength.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Our hearts reach out across seas and borders towards the
brave souls in Ukraine, as they navigate the harrowing path of war. May our
solidarity and prayers lend them courage and hope amidst the trials they face.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbSvwk-UGmWvkcKNG0blwI_yixneIngu-efi8vmpV-vud9H9o_IrhBGglO_n-HEfVXixzGuDd6KEmMHBfVcdO0Pik7ne8AH8Kpq1YfPzEs55F6BzkwsU-T0BBTDRsEAAfBLz1agaiA_Zpo8OgmaMDPNrGvxDwXRNX0UtiBT7wpreflmBxaHDZp3o0MQhM/s950/73132-afterglow-avian-backlit-birds-556663.1200w.tn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="950" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglbSvwk-UGmWvkcKNG0blwI_yixneIngu-efi8vmpV-vud9H9o_IrhBGglO_n-HEfVXixzGuDd6KEmMHBfVcdO0Pik7ne8AH8Kpq1YfPzEs55F6BzkwsU-T0BBTDRsEAAfBLz1agaiA_Zpo8OgmaMDPNrGvxDwXRNX0UtiBT7wpreflmBxaHDZp3o0MQhM/w640-h334/73132-afterglow-avian-backlit-birds-556663.1200w.tn.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We beseech You to kindle in the leaders of Russia a deep and
abiding respect for life and liberty, to steer their hearts towards decisions
that bring about peace and healing.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We are also drawn to the distress in Gaza and Israel, where
the shadow of strife looms large. May understanding and the longing for peace
transcend the divisions, bringing an end to suffering for all those touched by
this conflict.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the complexity of these global challenges, help us to be
beacons of peace, seeking justice not only within our own communities but also
in the wider world. May we be vigilant in our compassion, advocates for the
silenced, and stewards of Your all-encompassing peace.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Guide us to live by the spirit of empathy that recognizes
the inherent worth of every individual, and lead us towards actions that affirm
our connection.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In our pursuit of a world where justice prevails and peace
is more than a fleeting dream, we are guided by Your eternal light.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May our intentions and actions align with Your divine
wisdom, and may we remain steadfast in our dedication to a world that honours
every hue of humanity in its quest for harmony.<o:p></o:p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-1189076920986001802023-11-06T13:07:00.008-08:002023-11-06T13:21:36.244-08:00Prayer of Remembrance #1<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNuiOR22rVyufqUq-wZtK7CntiX6kYMN5mSkFBXAH3rGzUguWFl8j7Dn3Ld3MzzbV-CM-QgpJwxI5tUB8F2yZmiUO6Coae3XS5jIi6q84mZYTm-3vAkAHcjclPfy1cma6ILw3lCokcSAuVbhd0Z6zrlRYk7I6PdXHMVb3QPrVl-cbk-VR_7xwkeGaKezq/s400/p06gqn20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="400" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNuiOR22rVyufqUq-wZtK7CntiX6kYMN5mSkFBXAH3rGzUguWFl8j7Dn3Ld3MzzbV-CM-QgpJwxI5tUB8F2yZmiUO6Coae3XS5jIi6q84mZYTm-3vAkAHcjclPfy1cma6ILw3lCokcSAuVbhd0Z6zrlRYk7I6PdXHMVb3QPrVl-cbk-VR_7xwkeGaKezq/w640-h360/p06gqn20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Spirit of Life and Love,<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On this Remembrance Sunday, we gather in the presence of the
Sacred that binds us all, to honour and remember the countless souls who have
bravely walked into the shadow of conflict, carrying the weight of our
collective hopes, our national pride, and our fervent desires for peace.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We remember those who have laid down their lives, with
thoughts unclouded by the divisions of politics or ideology, recognizing
instead their humanity, their sacrifice, and their belief in a cause greater
than themselves. Whether they stepped forward voluntarily or were called by
duty's voice, we acknowledge the enormity of their service.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In this time of reflection, we seek to find within ourselves
the courage to uphold the dignity of life above all else, and to work for a
future where justice and peace are not just the dreams of those we've lost, but
realities for the living.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As we honour their courage, we cherish their memory, and we
embrace the love they left behind. May we learn from their legacy and be
inspired by their valour to forge paths of understanding and reconciliation,
for in remembrance, we find not only the seeds of sorrow but the roots of
compassion and the enduring hope of harmony.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May our gratitude for their sacrifice be matched by our
commitment to nurturing a world they believed could be — a world grounded in
respect, safeguarded by wisdom, and uplifted by an unwavering commitment to the
greater good.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the spirit of unity and with reverence for the lives that
have been given, let us pause in silent homage to the past and to the future we
hope to shape.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i>Pause<o:p></o:p></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Emerging from our silence of respect and remembrance, I
invite you to turn to the prayer that Jesus taught his followers, as we join
our hearts and voices in the Lord's Prayer.<o:p></o:p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-21692594266243042302023-11-01T12:34:00.002-07:002023-11-01T12:36:48.673-07:00November Blessing <p>Spirit of Life and Love, which flows through all the diverse
landscapes of our beliefs, as we gather under the gentle decline of November's
canopy, our hearts beat with a collective rhythm of gratitude. We witness the
majesty of the changing leaves, each one a testament to the beauty and
transience of life.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJY-RhcmBhKG-jnD4n2Zab_NsN2IV2E8sx_k-8-fdTrDGI3GMcbcqf0oduY0nJlJwzRYdztoI_DzTF13T2VN-BXEmPOmFKDi4yov0TZkTaIy5NNz1Yov7qA4Fc1v1kuzxLajhc9hsDWdu8KY1_hULE4fQxm9clzB7fzW8xmdMq-yw6nCHv2TZS6Cd5Jam/s1200/pngtree-high-quality-3d-rendering-of-an-autumn-tree-in-the-fall-picture-image_4027290.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="1200" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHJY-RhcmBhKG-jnD4n2Zab_NsN2IV2E8sx_k-8-fdTrDGI3GMcbcqf0oduY0nJlJwzRYdztoI_DzTF13T2VN-BXEmPOmFKDi4yov0TZkTaIy5NNz1Yov7qA4Fc1v1kuzxLajhc9hsDWdu8KY1_hULE4fQxm9clzB7fzW8xmdMq-yw6nCHv2TZS6Cd5Jam/w640-h358/pngtree-high-quality-3d-rendering-of-an-autumn-tree-in-the-fall-picture-image_4027290.png" width="640" /></a></div><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal">In these moments of reflection, we hold in our thoughts the
people of Gaza and Israel, whose lives are entwined with the land in both
bountiful harvests and the deep scars of conflict. In the midst of turmoil, we
send our fervent hopes for solace and for an end to the suffering that afflicts
innocent souls.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">May our blessings not be mere whispers on the wind but be
grounded in the earnest efforts of those who work tirelessly for relief and
reconciliation. Let our compassion be as tangible as the earth that nurtures
the roots of ancient olive trees, and our actions as deliberate as the gardener
who tends them.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We ask for the sheltering peace that one finds beneath the
broad arms of a tree, for all those living in the shadows of strife. May the
leaders of nations seek wisdom that grows from the common soil of humanity,
choosing to nurture the seeds of peace over the ashes of enmity.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As we walk the paths of November, let us do so with an
awareness of the interconnectedness of our lives with all beings. May we
recognize the shared soil from which we all draw sustenance and the
interconnected branches from which we all reach for the light.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the crisp air of the approaching winter, may our
congregations become places of refuge, where the weary can find rest and the
despairing can find a glimmer of hope. Let us extend our branches of fellowship
to all those in need of comfort and solidarity.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In this season of transformation, let us affirm our
commitment to healing and to the service of others. We uphold the sacredness of
all life and dedicate ourselves to the planting of seeds that will one day grow
into strong trees of peace, sheltering future generations.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the spirit of unity and with respect for the diverse
paths that have brought us together, we vow to act with kindness and to meet
hatred with love, to face indifference with compassion, and to confront conflict
with the steadfast hope of peacemakers.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">So may it be. Amen. </p><br /><p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1480263077564925929.post-13764739675665768682023-11-01T05:21:00.002-07:002023-11-01T05:21:53.112-07:00Prayer of Remembrance and Continuity: Day of the Dead<p>Eternal Spirit of Life and Love, Source of the ever-changing
cycle of birth, life, and return, we gather in this sacred space, hearts joined
by threads of memory and hope.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the vast expanse of Your universe, we are awed by the
mystery that, though we come from dust, our lives are more than mere matter.
Our spirits, ever transforming, dance with the energy that moves the stars and
seasons.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Today, we honour this mystery and the lives of those who
have been transformed from our physical world. We hold in gratitude and love
the memories of family, friends, and all souls whose earthly journey has
shifted beyond our gaze.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the silence of this moment, may we feel the presence of
all who have gone before us, not gone from existence but transformed into the
vast web of existence that You weave.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">With reverence, we acknowledge the wisdom of traditions
around the world, like the vibrant Día de los Muertos, which teaches us to face
our mortality with eyes wide open to colour, celebration, and the continuity of
love.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Unite us this morning in a worship that transcends
boundaries between life and death. Let our songs, our silence, and our stories
be a testament to the bonds of love that endure. May we find comfort in knowing
that in the sanctuary of Your embrace, no one is ever truly lost.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We breathe in the spirit of this Day of the Dead, embracing
the beauty and the sorrow, the joy and the grief. May we be inspired to live
our lives with courage and compassion, honouring the sacredness of each day.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the gathering of this community, let us extend our hands
and hearts across the veil of life and death, weaving a tapestry of remembrance
and hope that carries forth the light of our beloveds.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">In the harmony of all that is, was, and ever will be, we are
ever connected, ever loved, ever part of the Divine.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Amen.<o:p></o:p></p>Philip Waldronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14701315816262076400noreply@blogger.com0