For some there comes a time when a second chance is given.That time then becomes a celebration of the unrecognized gifts of the past and humble gratitude for the wonder of present.
This then is a collection of reflections and comments on life,work,love and faith to be sung ,and danced to, in thanksgiving for a second chance.
those who suffer and those in need , those we met and will meet)
May this space, this moment , this time, this day , this journey -
Be joyous , filled with - love - peace - hope - mercy - selflessness
- holiness - good health - mindfulness - gratitude - humility and
authenticity , free from worry , pain , suffering and harm.
May we have the strength , wisdom , courage and faith
to stay the course that we are meant to be on - letting go .
May we all love one another without judgment about
our own worthiness and the worthiness of others.
- JF Sobecki
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"Poetry is a gateway into intuitive consciousness.
It knocks on the doors
of the heart and the heart opens"
- Mirabai Starr
"Poetry is an Act of Peace .
Peace goes into the making of a poet
as flour goes into the making of bread."
- Pablo Neruda
"Ring the bells that can still ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack , a crack in everything
That's How the light gets in"
- Anthem, L. Cohen
Spring
In the north country now it is spring and there Is a certain celebration. The thrush Has come home. He is shy and likes the Evening best, also the hour just before Morning; in that blue and gritty light he Climbs to his branch, or smoothly Sails there. It is okay to know only One song if it is this one. Hear it Rise and fall; the very elements of you should Shiver nicely. What would spring be Without it? Mostly frogs. But don’t worry, he
Arrives, year after year, humble and obedient And gorgeous. You listen and you know You could live a better life than you do, be Softer, kinder. And maybe this year you will Be able to do it. Hear how his voice Rises and falls. There is no way to be Sufficiently grateful for the gifts we are Given, no way to speak the Lord’s name Often enough, though we do try, and
Especially now, as that dappled breast Breathes in the pines and heaven’s Windows in the north country, Now spring has come, Are opened wide.