John and Lisa's Blue Skies Blog – Soaring with God

During meditation, the first thing to come out of a crack between thoughts is usually a metaphor:

In the time before Google
when Webster was king,
it took much longer
to find anything.

Here I go pushing
the thoughts aside
thru my kaleidoscope mind
on a magic carpet ride
to my third eye
in the sky

In every human endeavor
it seems the means
becomes more important
than the end.
We evolve faced
with challenges —
physical or
mental or
spiritual —
then a control freak
emerges, demands
things be done his way.
Everyone else follows —
out of fear or
laziness or
whatever —
until someone seeks
another way.
There begins a revolt
with new answers.
And on and on and on.
We lose track
of the end.

Here’s another little poem co-authored with John:

Hindsight is seldom
a kind sight,
but it can be
if our mind is right

Today’s post is a photo and a poem inspired by the photo, both by Brother Gordon James, CoS Cam., who is a friend and my Brother in the Community of Solitude.

Sister
by Br. Gordon James, CoS Cam.

She stands
turned toward
the horizon of God

Back to the world
hidden in habit
unseen in seeing

Praying yesterday’s
today for tomorrow
silent she listens

To all that
was is and
ever will be

A life
joy full
of The Cross

Woke up briefly
at midnight,
realized it’s Friday.
A nail. Yep.
Friday’s a nail.
We hang the past
week on Friday.

Toys or God:
That’s the choice.
Both allure
but only One
will endure.
Shiny gifts
in our hands,
one, plus more –
love outpoured.
God waits to see
what our choice will be.
With a smile
God keeps giving
’til we say, “Lord,
all I want is Thee.”
Then, we know:
We have All.

Cub of ages left for me.
Let me fly myself in thee.
May your little yellow wings remove me from all earthly things.
May your simplicity reveal what is false and what is real.
Cub of ages left for me.