For Thomas, In October

You are your own twin,
Didymus and Acquinas;
someday you will be whisked away
from these veils of time,
and you will ask,
and it will be made known to you,
and you will glory in the Lord
old and deep and solid.

Old and deep and solid
is the core of you, though you do not know it;
the mysteries you turn about in your hands
revolve and rotate in the tiny-huge space of your spirit;
and now, you watch and listen, wonder and lament,
though these revolutions and rotations are the natural law and no cause for despair;
the conflict is great, yet
Divinity shines and reflects everywhere.

Peace

“Peace is not the absence of conflict, but the presence of God.” ~ a gift from my sister

The baby sleeps;
the kids play with ease;
they imagine monsters,
forget which of them is in charge,
and create a land with milk and honey flowing.

Peace is easy.

The clashing comes with tears
pouring and screams
piercing.  They pull, butt heads,
reach for leadership
and keep on screeching.

Peace is invisible.

The prayers do not cease;
we give thanks even for these moments,
it taking every fiber of our being,
but we find peace beneath the peel
of our arrogance, in the pith of our purpose.

Peace is God’s.

Trust (IV)

You can do it –
You can get your shoe on
by yourself;
You can go down the steps
on your own;
You can find it
without help;
You can jump
and land on your feet.
I have faith in you.

I can do it –
I can say I’m sorry
when I yell;
I can start the day over
when I am too cranky to smile;
I can let go of my agenda
when I find selflessness;
I can stop
and look for the biggest picture.
God has faith in me.