I call you "God"...
I call you "God"-
that one whom I can neither understand nor explain
who dwells in enshrouded mystery
yet manifests in my life
day after day
that one whom I know even as I am encompassed by
the Great Unknown
who fills and enlivens and empowers me
in ways both terrifying and glorious
I call you "God"-
for no other human word fits-
yet even this one fits badly,
since those three small letters hold within their grasp
meanings both familiar and strange
bear definitions which vary from person to person,
time to time, place to place, even day to day
within my own experience.
I call you "God"-
but Holy One, Ground of Being, Source of Life,
Creating Energy are other names to which I turn
as I seek to know you, to embody you, to honor you
with my living and being
I call you "God"- and sometimes, this is enough.
clothed (from Life Lines)
'The spiritual clothing one
person wears can never fit
the soul of another.'- so say
the ancient Celts. Yet we modern
folk insist the garb of spirituality
be 'one-size-fits-all'... losing in this
homogeneity the awareness of the
beauty and uniqueness
Some days, I wear the
cheerful garb of rainbow
colors, of swirling patterns,
of rustling, swaying fabrics
which enhance & enliven
my dancing walk...
On others, I reach for somber
gray & black, the muted blue
of denim, fabrics both quiet
and still, accompanying my
silent way through
And much as I would like to
shed my garb at times to
clothe myself in yours, I know
it will not fit... and you cannot
The best we can do, I think,
is walk together, hand in hand,
in loving company and holy
admiration for the way in
which our clothing fits,
defines who we each are.
loving God... (from Life Lines)
What does it mean to
Is it to love life?
Is it to love creation?
Is it to love others?
After all, if God is all in all,
if God is source and substance,
if God is creator and sustained,
then- ALL of the above...
But perhaps even more,
it is to know
You are LOVED
and perhaps that is why it is
such a challenge...
God talk (from Life Lines)
My personal theology is truly
an amalgam- born of experience and learning
of the daily journey
and occasional revelation.
My roots are deep within Christianity, but they
have grown and blossomed into an ever-diverse
expression of God with us
God IN us
God around us!
It is not about being right,
or having the right answers.
It is about finding my own way,
being a perpetual pilgrim
on the journey of life
and meeting many and varied
companions along the way.
God speaks... (from Life Lines)
in the sound of rolling thunder
in the early-morning warble
of the wren
in the delighted giggle of
a baby playing with its toes
in the quiet murmur of friends
sharing life's secrets
in the majestic and mysterious and
melodic strains of Mozart and Sondheim,
Joplin and McCartney
in the insistent and persistent chant
of Navaho shamans
in the whirling dance of
in the quiet dedicated chant of Buddhist
monks and nuns in Tibet and Burma
in the taste of shared bread and wine
in Christian worship
in the gentle thud of earth
scattered on a coffin
God speaks in languages
many and varied...
so how can we listen
in only one?
needing space (from Life Lines)
In Hebrew, so I am told, one of
the earliest words for 'salvation'
is also the word for 'space'...
So how have we made
the road to salvation
so narrow, so well-defined?
In order to grow,
to be transformed,
we need S P A C E
both within and without...
we need companions who, in love and
trust and compassion, both allow &
encourage us to be and become who we are
meant to be...
to celebrate & cherish &
preserve our differences as
well as our oneness and connection
to all that lives.
Perhaps we have so narrowed the road
because conformity is comfortable...
because difference is daunting...
because answers are preferable to questions...
But then, where is room for
the awesome, breath-stopping joy
the overwhelming, miraculous
wonder of resurrection and