Reflection for September 29, 2010

Salutation to the Dawn

Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In it’s brief course lie
All the Verities and Realities
Of your Existence:
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty.
For Yesterday is but a Dream
And Tomorrow if only a Vision:
But Today, well lived, makes
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope
Look well, therefore, to this Day!

From the Sanskrit

Quilt of the 'altar' made by Judy D

Reflection for September 22, 2010

"When will justice come to Athens they asked Thucydides. He answered.

"Justice will not come to Athens until those who are not injured are

as indignant as those who are. Anonymous

Never doubt that a small group of committed persons can change the world;

in fact that is all that ever has. Margaret Mead

Unless souls are saved, nothing is saved; there can be no world peace

unless there is soul peace. Fulton Sheen

Reflection for September 15, 2010

For Retirement

This is where your life has arrived,

After all the years of effort and toil;

Look back with graciousness and thanks

On all your great and quiet achievements.

You stand on the shore of new invitation

To open your life to what is left undone;

Let your heart enjoy a different rhythm

When drawn to the wonder of other horizons.

Have the courage for a new approach to time;

Allow it to slow until you find freedom

To draw alongside the mystery you hold

And befriend your own beauty of soul.

Now is the time to enjoy your heart’s desire,

To live the dreams you’ve waited for,

To awaken the depths beyond your work

And enter into your infinite source.

John O’Donohue

To Bless the Space Between Us

Reflection for September 8, 2010

"All living creatures are, so to speak, sparks from the radiation of God's brilliance, and these sparks emerge from God like the rays of the sun."

Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1178)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lingua_Ignota This is the web site about her 'Mystical Writing"

Reflection for September 1, 2010

Instruments of God

A small, wooden flute,

an empty, hollow reed,

rests in her silent hand.

it awaits the breath

of one who creates song

through its open form.

my often empty life

rests in the hand of God;

like the hollowed flute,

it yearns for the melody

which only Breath can give.

the small, wooden flute and I,

we need the one who breathes,

we await one who makes melody.

and the one whose touch creates,

awaits our empty, ordinary forms,

so that the song-starved world

may be fed with golden melodies.

Sr. Joyce Rupp

May I Have This Dance