When the soul begins to know why…

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The beginning of life

Is not at first cry

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But when the soul

Begins to know why

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And moves in faith

That the purpose

.

And mission

Are beyond the present

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In a future unseen

And a destiny.

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“The mystery of life is not only in living, but in knowing why one lives” – Dostoevsky

Connected

The wild birds

Inhabit these hills

And I, a walker,

Glancing down the valley

Dazzled by gleaming lights

Flung across the fields like necklaces

I feel I am connected

With the wind

The grass under my feet

God’s sky above my head.

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“The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, not objects to be exploited. Everything has its own voice. Thunder and lightning and stars and planets, flowers, birds, animals, trees, – all these have voices, and they constitute a community of existence that is profoundly related.” — Thomas Berry

Firebird

You are my firebird

flame-red, flame-yellow

over the ash-black

of your wings

the white-hot

flickering of your flight.

You are my phoenix

my miracle-worker

unaware of the magic

you make in me

.

your worshipper

as you flit across the field.

Budding Into New Blooms of Light

The light comes in the morning

          like a new creation

as the darkness divides

          and we see all that is good

All living things

          have their moment of hope

                      reaching high into heaven

And we like them

          feel the green shoots

bursting within

          budding into new blooms of light.

Photograph: tree in bud, Morchard Bishop, January 2024