27-APR-2008
Church of the Good Shepherd
What is it that we are seeking? Do we even know where to look?
How often do we look
and yet
Cannot see that, at which we
are
looking?
15-JUN-2005
Reflections
It's as if we are looking into a mirror.
Just water, but we see the clouds, the sky, the reeds.
When we look,
do we also look at ourselves?
Do we see who we are,
or simply a reflection of what we think we are?
We must take the time to look into ourselves,
to realign ourselves with reality.
To see what we are,
not only to ourselves, but to others.
How do we reflect to those around us?
Think, look, and see!
Milford Track, New Zealand
The trail, the path, is laden with stones,
that impede our progress.
They are wet and we continue
to slip, slide and sometimes regress
or fall as a result.
The mist ahead keeps us from seeing what is there,
what lies in front.
And,
so, is life.
If we could only know what to expect,
but we don't.
We have to have that faith, which is intrinsic to life,
in order to continue on.
A misstep, will drop us down on the left 3000 ft,
to ultimate fatality, and failure,
while climbing to the right will take us to nothing.
To continue on the path, which is difficult at best,
we must have total faith and trust,
that it will ultimately lead us in a positive way,
in a positive direction to an endpoint,
justifying our faith and trust.
Faith and trust,
not only in ourselves,
but in that Supreme Being,
God,
without Whom,
we can never adequately traverse that path.
Mitre Peak, Milford New Zealand
The Light in Isolation
No matter how isolated
or alone one must feel,
there is always the light that pierces the loneliness,
our lives
and brings to us, the warmth and closeness of others
when we least expect it.
Those warmths, feelings,
and
closeness are always there
we just fail to recognize them,
to look and see them.
We must ask ourselves,
how often does that occur??
And how often do we ignore the one reaching out to us?
Again, we look,
but we don't see!
20-APR-2013
Peace, or Simply Tranquility?
Purakanui Falls, The Catlins, New Zealand
The Peace of Days End, Nigeria, West Africa
The Beauty of a Flower in the Morning, Barkley House, Australia
The Beauty of a Flower in the Morning
A lock of hair fell across her
forehead
The warm, flickering light of the
candle
outlined the gentle shape of her
face
bringing forth the sweetness of
her lips,
the small pink tip of her tongue
as it so
lightly brushed those lips in that
nervous
gesture which so sensuously
characterized
those soft, perfect lips.
Her hand reached across the
table,
ever so gently covering mine.
The warmth, the smoothness of
the skin
as it touched mine.
The sensation that traveled
through those
hands to mine
Brought reverberations into my
heart
that were an ecstasy of their
own
They penetrated my very self as
her gaze,
accompanying the touch
Pierced my inner soul with the
fire
of a burning brand.
The fever pitch brought about by
the
fervent desire to take her in my
arms,
To hold the beauteous figure
before me,
To feel the gentle touch of her
lips
brushing mine
To feel the warmth of her
closeness
melding her to me
The candlelight, the wine, the
aura of her
All blended itself into a dream
become reality
By her very presence, her
freshness,
her touch, her smell, her taste,
her very being.
She and the night became one,
a maelstrom
of feeling that gradually
became a most
gentle, warm and overwhelming
envelopment
of one's being.
cg