When the world has folded in and left you stranded in your own home, may you remember that you are not alone. While you are not living as freely as you once did, may you remember that you are held in the earnest circles of prayer, by someone who may not know you, and yet loves you, dear Child of God. May you be free of the harsh filter that would narrow your vision into pain and criticism so that you see in your past a trail of fruit and wonder, God’s goodness as it has unfolded throughout your life. Even now, as you live with loss, may the angels soften your sitting, your resting, your dreaming and open for you the flowers of beautiful thought, reminding you that you have gifts yet to give— kindness, love, and the enduring leaning toward God.
This poem is dedicated to those whom I know and love who are no longer able to leave their house freely and are living within the space of their home. It’s also my prayer for everyone I don’t know who suffers the loneliness and isolation of having an illness or injury that keeps them from participating in the life they once had. May you be blessed.
When she whispered I am speaking through your heart I knew she meant not to me.
She who is larger than the stars
gave promise to shrink into my heart,
become a mystery to solve a mystery.
Comes the day, I pray hello
as I open the door to my heart
and fall asleep.
The doctor enters with his lovely light
looking for places that need more light.
She who relaxes with the angels welcomes him,
answers his questions
until my heart is lit and love
radiates cleanly in every direction.
I awaken to a heart in me
that is neither muscle nor drum,
but glowing space, a vessel
of soft light to guide my way,
a mystery to solve a mystery.
Mother Mary with the morning sun above and a small green orb of light below, a blessing.