Holy Tears

(thanks to Richard Rohr)

Have you ever cried holy tears?
You know, the ones
That express the inexpressible
The ones which reflect
Things we don’t understand
Which reflect quiet moments
Of despair and lost hope
Quiet moments leading to
A need to consider
Leading to realisation
That all is not well
Realisation that even so
All will be well
That even so we are able
To look beyond, to look forward
We are able and need to
See the bigger picture
And need to open our ears
And hear the different sounds
Open our ears which allow us
To feel the vibrating emotions
Which allow us to move beyond
Our tears and dry our cheeks
To move beyond into mystery
Which enfolds us in its arms
Into mystery gathered in holy tears

Butterfly

Butterfly
hovers
over the city
over the world
carrying hope
in its wings

But is the weight
too much?
Can it truly
carry all those
expectations
& desires?

And yet flight
seems
to suggest
we can overcome
the everyday
realities

That burden us
weigh us
down more than
we care to
admit, or even
begin to deal with

So fly, butterfly
hover
near me, my life,
my town, my world
all that means
something to me

And free me
to believe
a new beginning
is possible
is near, now
if only I will fly

Stopping

We stop
But do we really stop
Or are we fooling ourselves
That if
We remove ourselves from
Our normal occupational worries
That we
Can convince ourselves we are
Stopping when in reality
All we
Are doing is hiding from
The reality that we are not stopping
But we
Are continuing at a frenetic pace
Attempting to rescue the difficulties
That we
And others face in our everyday working life

Restless

Truly I am restless
Until I find my rest in you
In allowing your surprises
To appear in their own time
And own way replacing restlessness
With peace, with calm
With sounds of nature
With rest