Paths

Found A Red Ribbon

 

Found a red ribbon today

While sweeping under the rug

Because my vacuum is in the shop

Due to too many dry pine needles

Because we only had fifteen minutes

To pick out a Christmas Tree

Before Home Depot closed

And we managed to get a very dry old tree.

 

The red ribbon reminds me

Of my search for the Path

That brings meaning into my life

And I for one can’t live without it

Because without meaning I have no hope

And I am not giving that up for sure.

 

As I write this

I am recovering from a bonk on the head

That I am calling

“My ski accident”

Even though I was only in my skis for less than 30 seconds

Before the playing pup buckled me on the back of my knees

And down I went hard.

 

I am wondering if anyone can relate

To any of this

Or am I as loony as feel?

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

 

 

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Making Sense of Life

 

Making Sense of Life

Finding the patterns

Meaning and messages

Following the thread

That becomes the ribbon

Leading to the Path

Walking with You

In the cool of the evening

If I gathered all the pieces

There would not be enough

Baskets to hold them

It’s grace upon grace

Overflowing and abundant

Enough to satisfy my soul

And gladly share with another

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Where?

Where are the ones?

Who will lean their heads

Upon the breast of Jesus,

Listening carefully

To His heartbeat of love?

Instead many

Called by His Name

Are listening to other voices

Bent on destruction.

Instructing us to judge

Instead of pray

Condemn

Instead of lend a hand.

Don’t you feel your pulse race

As you move from fear to hate?

How many times did He tell us to love?

Love God

Love yourself

Love each other

Love your neighbor

And yes, love your enemy!

It’s time to take a deep breath.

Turn away from the voices

Stealing our peace and our souls.

It’s time to

Lean our heads, our eyes, our ears

And our hearts

Upon the breast of Jesus.

He might just tell us again

To love someone.

© 2012 Julie Clark

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Awake My Soul

Awake my soul to this new day

Don’t miss the adventure of your journey

There are connections of beauty and color

Weaving and waiting to be made

Keep my eyes open

My spirit listening

I won’t ignore the nudge or the whisper

Directing my path

To see the glory in another

To listen and to learn

To give the gift I have been given

And receive the one offered to me

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A Few Days in Omaha

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Taking This with Me

I cannot see it

But I am taking it with me

It travels well

Lasts forever

I’m hanging onto hope

Not letting it go

Even though

Hope stealers

Stand on every corner

In my mind

“Just give up!”

“You’ll never make it.”

“Life is too hard.”

No

I am not listening

Pushing past

Because

I have done this before

And I know

Life and Light

Are just beyond

The corner of my pain

Hope packs well

Into my heart

Fits snuggly next to

Faith and Love

© 2012 Julie Clark

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Taking These with Me

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Traveler

I am the traveler

On a journey

You are the gate

To the path, the way

That leads to life

You are the light

That shines in the dark

Illuminating my way

You are my strength

When the road is steep

And my hope grows dim

You are my shade

When the sun bears down

You are the song

The birds are singing

To cheer my heart

When it becomes heavy

My companion

When I need to talk

My GPS

When I lose my way

You are the strong love

That keeps fear away

When wild things

Rage and roar

The sword that flashes

When danger nears

You are the fresh water

In the stream

When I grow thirsty

You are my home

At last

That I am forever

Longing for.

© 2012 Julie Clark

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Boulder River


Boulder River went unwilling

Into this present age of bondage

Where death and decay reign.

What would it have been like

Before knowledge was chosen over love?

 

It is so beautiful now

With the dense foliage on either side,

The waterfalls cascading

Down the sheer cliffs.

 

Would the water have been

The purest of pure

Able to quench the thirst

Of man and beast?

Perhaps the intensity of color

Would have blinded the eyes of mortals.

The wild things

Instead of hiding

Would come out to greet us.

The bird song so sweet

We would have wept and laughed together.

 

I know the sign at the trailhead

Would not be there

Warning the hikers

Of the dangers of the wilderness.

 

© 2012 Julie Clark

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Or that one?

Or that one?

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