I have a dream today
that our climate will be restored,
poverty will cease,
the children will be cherished,
everyone will have a home,
beauty will shine forth,
justice will be met,
peace will surround us,
the unimaginable will happen.
Yes, all things will change.
The world will be amazing.
Nothing is impossible.
Blessed be change.
Thank you for transformation.
Let hope rise among us.
Amen.
What a ragged tale we weave,
privilege and power
are our clear and present danger.
Whatever happened
to integrity and truth?
Is this not our time,
when love shall pour forth
like a mighty stream,
quench our parched land,
invigorate our anxious spirit?
May each grace-filled moment
bring truth and empowerment to all.
Amen.
I am here at last.
Yes, dear ones,
I am here at last
I sink slowly
into the silent forest,
listen to the birds’ acapela song
welcome the sun.
I say yes to the rain,
see the four-leggeds
frolic in the meadow,
dance among the trees.
may each new creation
tell earth what it is meant to be.
Embrace ripples of beauty
all around—yes, all around!
Bluster and noise,
bluster and noise,
echo repeatedly
in the chamber of my heart.
Now is the time, dear friends,
to announce to all present,
“May those who missed the mark
not be forgotten this day.”
Listen deeply
with the ear of the heart.
Stand up for justice,
peace and earth.
Dismiss the bluster and noise.
Create a new echo
in the chamber of your heart.
Act now, my friends, act now.
“How Long? Not Long!”
The words Dr. King
proclaimed in Memphis
more than five decades ago.
Today America continues to wallow
in a spasm of injustice,
awash in danger, disappointment and pain.
Our challenge
is to engage the dangers of this day,
to look forward and dream,
to take one more prayerful breath.
Together we envision the day
when people will be honored
for their character not color,
when we can come together,
give great praise and say,
“Free at last!
Thank God Almighty,
we are free at last!”
Today our world
totters on uncertainty.
We must dare to ask
if in its far-off fragile days,
the future shall be filled
with glory or demise.
I breathe in a moment
of peace and cosmic hope.
May all poison
immersed in air, water, and land
be healed, purified, and cease.
Take up the challenge now.
Flow into all,
keep going, with fresh promise.
Despite the uncertain face
of evidence,
all is not lost.
Misguided ones
inflate our dangerous times,
marked by diminished accomplishment.
“Of, by and for the people”
no longer holds sway.
Earth is on fire.
I see disaster up ahead.
Now is the time
to look forward and pray.
Allow your broken heart
be open and pray.
Begin again your journey
and grow your soul today.
Power corrupts,
as jeopardy rules the day.
Outrage obscures
all promise of peace.
Abuse and lies
ignite a desperate doubt
across a shattered world.
Yet in each beating heart
bubbles a molecule of hope
as we breathe one more
great amen.
Contemplate the turning points,
ponder for a moment
the way it might have been.
Distance can provide wisdom,
sometimes amazement or surprise.
So say thanks to the unknown,
embrace what’s present now.
Dismiss what might have been.
Chaos stumbles in the dark.
Clarity and vision fade.
Yet, amidst the stumbles
a guiding light appears,
illumination, some would say,
showing a better way.
St Hildegard of Bingen
shared her way to God.
Now it’s our turn
to pray for a turnaround.
Purple rain
washes across the hardwood floor
as shaking people
strive to make their bodies whole.
On this Monday afternoon,
they walk, box and run
to arrest the unravelling
of body, mind and soul.
They shout and play,
cease the tremors in each heart,
come out swinging from the corner,
rain down torrents of hope.
I see wisdom up ahead.
So bid the past goodbye.
Shatter yesterday in your heart.
Gaze into the new year and
prepare for what is yet to come.
Don’t look back,
look ahead.
Welcome each new day,
with a grateful heart.
Life is always
in the beginning.
Embrace the promise
of each new tomorrow.
Give thanks for all
that has been.
Say yes
to what is yet to come.
Now is the time,
dear friends.
Venture forth,
become fresh energy;
offer that energy
to the world of tomorrow.
The angel spoke, bewildered,
on that amazing day.
“How can this be?” she cried,
“How can this be?”
She listened, wondered,
said amen
from her beating heart.
A magnificat, she prayed.
Then Spirit spoke again:
“Hear the words of wisdom, let it be.
Yes, hear the words of wisdom,
let it be.”
A quiet dark December day.
Brother Sun is hidden
in the rain-soaked sky.
Yet now, within this darkness,
a cosmic light
illuminates my heart.
Imagine all the people
enveloped by invisible rays of grace,
awash in abundant oceans of love.
Is this not the magic moment
we are waiting for,
somewhere in the mystery of all that is?