For two bodies
So far removed
Connected only
By the core
Running onward
Chasing the sun
As one rises
Another falls
‘As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn’
-Arcade Fire, Neighbourhood #1 Tunnels
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Safe harbour
Waiting game
Waiting for you
To wait for me
To decide to leave
What if I disagree?
Stand tall
Opening
Always holding
Our heart
Open for love
How long?
All I long for is communitas
Missio Dei a valid task
How long, O Lord, can I sustain
agape?
‘Clock face made by convicts – hospital for the insane’ Willow Court New Norfolk, Tasmania.
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“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night
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“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
― Kahlil Gibran
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“We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off and burn.”
― Bob Dylan
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“You made me happy and you made me laugh, and if I could do it all over again, I would not hesitate. Look at our life, at the trips we took, the adventures we had. As your father used to say, we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride
Eyes of the hearth
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Season of singing
I love all the unseen things about you
I wait for them to make themselves known
a word, a look, a gesture, a smile
a gift of Love – one treasure I own.
When I stand before the body, in the flesh
I am confused. It’s You that I miss.
I respond in words I don’t understand
I lose part of myself in this.
Waiting for the unseen,
the centre of our being
to come forward again
In the Spring.
When you play, your work, your dream
it is there – the unseen
making music in my ears
as sweet as a song of songs.
Sweet fruit. Spring flush
Eat, dear friends, and drink your fill of love¹
The days were Made for this.
The season of singing has come.²
Love stronger than death
burns like a Mighty fire
Many waters cannot quench
Nor rivers sweep it away.³
By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life. –Psalm 42:8
Image source: ‘Looking through the trees to the stream’ by John Groves
Buried treasure
I stumbled across this buried treasure
Learned the secrets from a book
Extraordinary insight to the lowly and great
How others learned the secret, I do not know
Life must be lived in the will, not emotions
At birth the gift of freedom of will
The central citadel of man’s being
He stands knocking on the door of the human heart
But the latch of the door is on the inside
This is the entering-in
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