Perichoresis

Grace to go, grace to stay,
Grace to work and grace to play.
In every part of life in God
As we tread upon each hallowed sod
With feet unshod we approach the holy
Constrained by God our first, last, only.

Its good to know He is our all,
Our life, our breath our ultimate call.
As such we live as sacrifice
For He gave the words of eternal life.
In Covenant with the eternal
We find a Savior who is fraternal
The Spirit who births and broods maternal
And One, from whom all others define paternal.

To the three in One
To the Lord dancers

Taking your eyes off the Holy

I had taken my eyes off the Holy
And gazed upon the mundane
I had lost my view of transcendent
And had settled for life in the plain.

I had lost my feel for the sacred
I had touched too much of the world
I had sensed a loss of sensation
In my fingers so twisted and curled.

I had failed to hear what you're saying
I had listened to words without life
I had latched on to meaningless nonsense
I had fallen to discord and strife.

But I tasted today a new savor
As I listened my hunger returned
The aroma of Christ was so fragrant
I remembered so much I had learned.

Of the presence and power of Father
And the touch of His Spirit in love
Of a savior who poured out His life so pure
The wise incarnate from above.

I have sensed what enveloped can feel like
I've been silenced and quieted from talk.
I've been touched by the power of a shadow
As I hid in the cleft of the rock.


Be thou my vision, my view
Be thou my strength you renew,
Be though my longing always
My horizon till end of my days.

A Mother's day Poem

So enough of bearded ladies,
Enough of politics.
Desist with all this culture war
And poison rhetoric.
This is a day to honor those both special
And yet common
A group, a band a sisterhood
A special kind of woman.
Not all can call themselves this name
But all have benefitted from them.
I speak of course in rhyming verse,
Of one none other,
Than a mother.

All of us have got one, had one, been one
Or become one.
All of us would have to say, we love them, loved them
And respect them.
It's so much more than giving birth, to mother and to nurture,
It's way beyond some quick and easy short term little venture.
A mother, true to that dear name, gives all to those she bore,
Her busy days and caring ways are never seen as chore.

Whether babe in arms, teen up in arms, witness to their child holding their own baby in their arms, or as life fades, being held in another's arms, yet comforting those remaining,
A mother's role is unending.

This poem's however is not.

So I celebrate, appreciate and eulogize today,
the one who taught me sacrifice, and how to gently live a life that stirs a smile, and questions a style, and walks a loving side by side mile.

I honor and bless the one I love, one I helped become a mother,
How glad am I to this very day, it was me and It was no other

To my daughters this day, all grown up in their way, till the time when they are mums too,
May you cherish your mum, appreciate what she's done in the joy of her love for each of you.

Happy Mother's Day Jo.