Posts Tagged ‘prayer’

pinnacle of prayer

March 24, 2014

Rassouli - Sea of Serenity

The presence of the Beloved
is the pinnacle and rising answer
to all prayer
Each morning when I sit quietly
and open my heart to my God
I feel the Silence surrounding me
tenderly sliding a morning breeze
around my shoulders
softly brushing my lips..
a deep feeling of love slips
into the sanctuary of my soul
prayer becomes a Joy ..
soaring beyond words
for pure love carries
its own promise
of presence
whatever comes…..


When a heart is broken…somewhere a prayer is spoken

January 11, 2014


Somewhere in the world
a heart is longing for a word
of loving support
some show of kindness
to feel someone is there
who hears a silent prayer

Somewhere in the world
someone is wondering
if anyone cares

Somewhere in an unknown place
another heart is longing
to offer an embrace
sing a song of hope and grace
give and share the prayer
and be the one who cares

Somewhere out in space
the longings touch
and a face comes into view
where there were two apart
the two become as one
reaching for the sun

We will never know how many times
when we cry out in the night
a light goes on in someone’s room
as someone hears our prayer
and begins to sing a lullaby
to soothe the lonely cry

Love keeps a vigil night and day
to catch the silent tear that falls
for love feels when someone calls
and there is someone on the way
to kiss away the tears
and calm the mounting fears

Love may be found in softness
and in the hush and silent brush of wings
in the nearness of a friend
or in words that fall upon this page

but for each heart that is broken
somewhere a prayer is spoken


Love is the dearest prayer

April 5, 2010

The first time ever I saw wisteria,
it grew in my remembrance,
like a special garden,
where I could wander beneath
an arbor adorned
with the beauty of lavender blue.

I beheld the glory of a falling flower
that hung suspended like the hair
of the goddess of spring,
a fountain of violets dreaming of rising
from their hiding place in the grass
to weave their sweet scent
in the flowing hair
of a dancing beloved.

Love becomes a prayer
entwining the grace of a blossom
wanting to be more,
with the longing to unite with
the essence and spirit
of a dreaming heart,
surrendering into the vision of eyes
that allow the possibility
of something new to happen.

What would we create if we melted
into the unseen arms of love,
and who would we become if we shared
this moment of being
with the longing vision of another?
Who would we become
that we would not be alone?

If lips were to touch in the imaginal
realm of longing,
would the taste of love somehow
flower into a kiss of union?
What impossible dream would happen
through faith that fuses
with a vision of becoming real?
Love that finds the treasure of a heart
that opens wide to the living
vision of love,
discovers itself flowing in rivers
of belovedness
beyond imagining.

Precious secrets of life’s longing
for itself are veiled
in the mist of a cloud that shelters
the soul of lovers conceiving
and giving birth
to a new realm of possibility,
enticed by the glowing face of a radiant moon,
already surrendered into the heart
of a golden sun
anointing lovers with the crowning
light of love in the night.

O shelter the secrets of creation
in the quiet corners
of your ecstasy,
guarding the precious truth of your delight
to allow the innocence
of pure love
to arise again and again
in the long reach of longing
dissolving into the divine nearness
of communion.

St. John of the Cross

August 25, 2009

00  Red Flowers 2

O living flame of love

Stanzas the Soul Recites in Intimate Union With God.

Living Flame of Love
by St. John of the Cross

1. O living flame of love
that tenderly wounds my soul
in its deepest center! Since
now you are not oppressive,
now consummate! if it be your will:
tear through the veil of this sweet encounter!
2. O sweet cautery,
O delightful wound!
O gentle hand! O delicate touch
that tastes of eternal life
and pays every debt!
In killing you changed death to life.

3. O lamps of fire!
in whose splendors
the deep caverns of feeling,
once obscure and blind,
now give forth, so rarely, so exquisitely,
both warmth and light to their Beloved.

4. How gently and lovingly
you wake in my heart,
where in secret you dwell alone;
and in your sweet breathing,
filled with good and glory,
how tenderly you swell my heart with love.

Our Whispering Hearts

June 5, 2008

Wild storms and lightning raged through the night,

flooding the courtyards already heavy with rain,

as fire from the skies flashed a million times

sending rumbling messages through my sacred time.

How do we read the thunder that rattles the walls

of houses and fills our hearts with awe?

I listen to the stillness of my whispering heart.

Our gentle loving and merciful God has a wild side,

and storms demolish towns and set fire to things.

Creation scatters wildflowers along our path,

but it also uproots trees and floods our homes.

We learn something about beginning again.

May we remember to reach out our arms

to touch and embrace each other,

and may we never forget to raise them in prayer

 to reach for the Source and Essence of this life

we have been so graciously given.




The Light of Love at Dawn

May 28, 2008


The day dissolves into the twilight of evening, and we fall into midnight, a time when it is possible to cross the threshold from one dimension into another. The world clock has names for the zones around the world.  My heart has come to know it as the meeting time for mystics. We enter the darkness to discover the truth that can not be learned, but it is experienced and felt in a world beyond what is visible to the outer senses.

Around three, I hear the chanting from the monasteries around the world as the cloistered ones gather quietly for prayer when the soul sings from a rhythm that opens in the heart, to pray with all other hearts under the cover of night beneath the light of the moon. The voices are so in tune as to be one voice as they flow like a river to the sea into the open heart of God.

Dawn is a time of awakening when the heart and soul and mind and body rise from the vigil of the night and begin to dance in a swaying movement that crosses the horizon into the light, ascending and arising with the sun. The silence harbors a reverence that is a rapt attention of all creation giving way to the first sounds of the songs of the winged ones, when the birds and the angels discover their wings, and the breeze slips in, ruffling the hair, leaving soft kisses on the eyes and the lips. Lovers turn and surrender to the touch, knowing it is the moment when the beloved comes, to whom all revelations are already known and from whom no secrets are ever hidden. 

Some pull the covers over their heads, hide their eyes from the too muchness of the moment, turn away from the face of morning, and seek the shielding of the covers still warm with sleep. The summon to awaken in the arms of the beloved is a call that comes in the cystal clear purity of morning, in the first rays of a living light. The light intensifies and longing meets longing in the chambers of the heart. It is a time of anointing, and the moment of union is sanctified by tears.  The heart is laid open to beauty and to the deep joy of divine love.  The heart is given freely, purely, and completely, yielding and surrendering to the Love for which it was created.  The reason for being flashes like lightning in the soul. Water is turned to wine, and bread becomes the body of the beloved. 

The holy hour of communion is the sacred crossing into eternal life. The words are veiled in mystery, for they are living words and can only be perceived in the soul of the lover.  The voice and name and face of the beloved is so protected, the entire army of heaven could not reveal it.  The triumph of love has been assured since the first moment of creation.

We are the wandering people of God coming home to an existence that has no name, no place, and it is without beginning and without end. We arrive in the golden light of belovedness and know the sweet essence of eternity.