Choices lie before me
Which path will I choose?
Will I choose a path of faith, hope and love?
Will I take the time to listen?
Will I discern the gravity pulling me?
Will I feel the ancient forces of good and evil?
Will I choose the good?
Will I ask for wisdom in the choosing?
That is my hope
That is my prayer
I’m still learning
I’m still growing
© 2013 Julie Clark
The path of love
Gets tangled at times
With weeds of
Irritations and frustrations.
Addressing the under brush
Clears the way
For the real
Choices to grow
In love again
This garden does not grow
Without my attention.
Planting new seeds
Watering, weeding
And plenty of sunshine
Of course.
What does love need
To grow again
Today?
I must ask myself.
I love how
Love grows love
When I love
My beloved.
Earth Groans
Shakes and foams
Volcanoes spew
Oceans roar
Fire consumes
Chaos in the clouds
Bring destruction
To the land
Why this groaning
This upheaval
When will it cease
And subside
Another kind
Of shaking
A groaning
A fire inside
Each one of us
Is in the making
The treasure in us
Is being
Tried and tested
Extracted
From the clay
Together with creation
There will be a
Revealing
An uncovering of the glory
© 2013 Julie Clark
Living in
Breathing in
Two worlds
Visible and the invisible
Intersecting
Reflecting
Sometimes rejecting
The other
Light and darkness
Competing for
Our allegiance
Our loyalty
And our attention
Choose a path
To love another
Speak a kind word
Comfort a broken heart
Share meal
Pray a prayer
Forgive
The two worlds
Become one
Your kingdom comes
Your will is done
© 2013 Julie Clark
I asked for a tissue
He gave me a handkerchief
I asked for a crumb
He invited me to a feast
I hid my face in shame
Not daring to look at His
Fearing anger
When all the while
His eyes danced
With delight
His arms outstretched
Waiting for me
To come home
© 2013 Julie Clark
We are Unresolved
A discordant note
A work in progress
Something still missing
Wet clay on the wheel
Longing to be complete
This is the time
Between times
When all is given
Yet not all received
On our way
Moving forward
Everyday
Stopping means sinking
Sinking means drowning
Inertia is not our friend
Lord have mercy
Pull us up again
© 2013 Julie Clark
It is painful when I trip
Over my blind spots
They show up this way
In the dark
It is only through
The pain
That they get
My attention
Now I know
It is time to grow
Again
© 2013 Julie Clark
My Auntie was an artist
A painter and a teacher
My favorites were her fabrics
Sewed into billowing curtains and
Textured table clothes and pillows
Scattered throughout the house
In vibrant colors
As the sea breezes breathed in and out
For she always lived by the sea
With her thoughtful face
And twinkling eyes
She loved the child I was
I wished I had asked her
To tell me stories of her beatnik life
And how she adored her policeman father
I was a passive child
Observing life around me
Absorbing some of it
Rather than taking it
In my two hands
And bringing it in close
To examine in the light
I missed so much by not
Asking my questions
Some one kissed that girl
And woke her up
She is learning how to ask
Her questions now
Who and what formed
These beautiful creatures
My Auntie and me
© 2013 Julie Clark
I am in the middle
Of a long walk
With God
A journey
A pilgrimage
From those ahead
I receive these assurances
“Yes, it gets
Sweeter and sweeter
His face
Becomes clearer
His love
Thickens the air”
I have already
Tasted
That thickened air
And I give those same
Assurances
Back down the path
Behind me
A few warnings as well
Watch that curve
Slow down and rest
I have crashed right there
And stay clear of that
Mud hole
I was stuck there for a while
Don’t give up
It’s worth the climb
Green pastures
And still waters up here
The view is spectacular
The air is sweet
© 2013 Julie Clark
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