full flower moon

i saw her tonight just as

she was topping the treeline

stopped me in my tracks, she did

and oh, how she did shine!

the full flower moon never lacks

for admirers or devotees

but strange as it sounds,

(and i know that it does!)

i think she took notice of me

source image: the full flower moon

wordless wednesday

call to worship

today, the paper wasps

invited me to worship

in their cathedral

i thought the rose window

was especially beautiful

source image: paper wasp nest

near

when i think of you

i remember the moon

and make wishes

on all the stars
that my arms were longer

wordless wednesday

bearing witness

even the cells

of my body

are inscribed

with this

how can

i ignore

their witness

that i am made

for love

yes!

we are made

for love

source image: my left hand

earth wears her green vigour

o fire of the holy spirit

life of the life of every creature

holy are you in giving life to forms...

o boldest path,

penetrating into all places

in the heights, on earth

and in every abyss

you bring and bind all together

from you clouds flow, air flies,

rocks have their humours,

rivers spring forth from the waters

and earth wears her green vigour!

-hildegard of bingen (1098-1179)

source image: dill

beloved

on days when

a thousand voices

seem to clamour

for my attention

only one rises above,

your voice ringing

loud and clear

you are my beloved

wordless wednesday

i am beginning something new on my blog..."wordless wednesday"...where i will post only the image. (the addition of words in today's post is only for the sake of explantion.) if the mandala speaks to you in some way, i would love to hear your thoughts and/or impressions. blessings!

a song of ascent

i wait for the lord

my soul, it does wait

and in your word

do i hope

my soul waits

for the lord

more than they

that watch

for the morning

yes, more than they

that watch

for the morning

(psalm 130: 5-6)

a holy invitation

i can only marvel

at this

holy invitation

to observe

your secret life

tell me...

from what

ancient golden sect

has your

sacred order sprung

source image: honey bees

promise

am i diving

or soaring?

the waters

of this baptism

are disorienting

when the

heavens open

and the only thing

i can cling to

is your promise

that i will not

drown