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UNPLUG ( as in heaven)
I put the phone in a drawer for a day . So to put myself far away To be lone ,. But not alone Little tappings from the heavens came not like rain nor sun ray But timeless texts from Friends of yesterday I thought I traveled far away …
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UNPLUG ( on earth as..)
Folks talk about “unplugging” . So one day I left my phone at home, and walked away from my computer. By afternoon , I ran into an old friend and asked “What do folks mean by Unplugging?”. “Oh silly lady, you know , get rid of these distractions” he said tossing a phone across the…
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CISTERN
A Cistern (thoughts at a lay Cistercian meeting) We are sitting around coffee and sweet cakes and fruits. Treats both foreign and local . We drink and nibble and we stare. We are instructed to stare . We are not staring at one another. We are to find Christ, then find He ” dwells among…
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Down from the Tree
Dear Father , I still can’t see very well. And again today I hear a lot about you as they say you are” here with us. “. And they speak about what it means when you are “here with us.” They speak of what you do and what you say and where you move. But…
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i wanna see
Dear Father, I do not write to you often. I am here and you are there . I have yet to write a jot compared to all that you have written to me on paper and heart. But I begin. I begin to tell you what I am doing and thinking and well…….today feeling ,…
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Jail bird
A shadow drapes across the tempered glass Condemning the caught of each trespass. These wounded birds who rest in cages. Little and large , ones of all ages. With Fragile legs beneath broken wings. lame limp from pleas and pleadings… And flight and fights and vain imaginings. These birds ,these night birds, rest in cages.…
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Day 5 Taste A COVID morning prayer
A meditation on day 5 as a COVID nurse in quarantine The toothpaste could be mortar The coffee grounds could be dirt the porridge in my bowel could be crumbled fall leaves The water could be vodka I would never know . But that you told me to taste and see it is good and…
vunglaub
Glimpsing Grace through practices of the rule of St. Benedict and the Cistercian charisms . This site is personal pondering of what it means to be fully human and yet only children in relationship to God. “Beloved, we are God’s children now and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when He appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as He is . “ 1 John 3:2