Peace is
in the centering
by strong potter’s hands
amidst the
spinning whirling
world going by.
Then shaped
and formed
useful and
beautiful
ready for
glazed colors
and fire
to set and harden
to last
my life time.
Coming
again and again
to that place
of centering
peace
until
every piece
is given over
to be shaped
and formed
added to
the masterpiece
called me.
© 2015 Julie Clark
Heading out
some day
We all are
One way in
and another way out
Could be serious
or not
my friend tells me
of her illness
Too close again
for comfort
My heart is achy
Is it a mere door or
will we go through a tunnel
to another world
or a dimension
just beyond ours
where all is well and whole
one day to be
together
as heaven reunites
with earth?
© 2015 Julie Clark
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Are there certain angels
just really good at math?
Figuring out the
sowing and reaping
equations for every
single person alive?
Or calculating
resources versus
generosity?
Or how much faith
it takes, to say,
throw a mountain
into the sea,
or for that matter
be marked
with the Holy Spirit?
Does all of heaven
just know these things
while most of us are just
scratching the surface
or scratching our heads?
© 2015 Julie Clark
Could it be
as simple as
paying attention
to the messages
God sends me
every day
and
loving
those put in
my path?
The messages
(love notes really)
delight me
and call forth
gratitude and
praise.
The loving part
stretches me
to become
more of the person
I am meant to be
and strengthens
the other
on their
journey.
Strengthened bonds
build communities
and the world
becomes a better
place
for all to live.
© 2015 Julie Clark
The full moon called you
You answered and came to us
Leaving the warm secure
for the adventure of life and love
We are so glad you are here
No one like you has ever been
or ever will be
Unique beautiful creation
You
I love how I can see both your parents
in your beautiful face
I cannot wait
to hold you
breathe in your fresh scent
straight from heaven
© 2015 Julie Clark
The voice sometimes takes over,
all good intentions of course,
but it forgets
the ears have a job to do as well.
As the lips move, passion builds
as a case is made,
losing connection with the heart of the other,
forgetting the words of the Holy Book:
“Be quick to listen,
slow to speak
slow to become angry.”
How much better to first give the ears
their chance,
rein in the tongue of fire,
and opinions for awhile
Be prepared to learn from another’s
point of view.
Wisdom’s treasures
are often found
in hidden places,
for the quick to listen
to hear them.
© 2015 Julie Clark
The house was filled with light
as the sun rose
over the tree tops
over the lake
Warmth and light
expanded our hearts
We drank it in
as we had not seen the sun
in several days.
The light also pushed
into the shadows of the house
Showing what needed
dusting, cleaning
a smudge here
a dust bunny there
a streak across the glass
Not to be afraid of the light
Let it in
Let it bring healing and cleansing
Not to be afraid of the hard work
of the soul
to bring deep lasting
much-needed change
to the shadow places in my heart
Oh that I would run to the light
and stay there
just as my small dog finds
a sunny spot
and curls up to nap
The past experiences
of facing my shadows
and not dying
but living through it
to become more whole
reminds me that I will again
live through any pain
the light may reveal
© 2015 Julie Clark
Sometime before we reached Mumbai
The crickets started their part
in the great symphony of the night.
“We’re still here! We’re still here!”
They sang and called me to God.
A song rose in my heart in response
that I could not sing aloud.
What would the taxi driver think?
He may have thought I was a little off.
So I let it sing inside of me:
“Lord forgive us.
We have not honored you.
We have not cared for your creation.
We have not loved one another.
We have not cared for the poor and the weak.”
We reached Mumbai.
Waited for hours to be told
No room for you on this plane.
We were escorted out of the airport
and put in a taxi
by some kind airport officials.
The taxi drove off.
The driver and his co-worker
working the phones to get us
on another flight or into a hotel
in the wee hours of the morning.
A call came,
“You are lucky! Confirmed seats
available!”
They raced us back to the airport.
Same kind officials
escorted us quickly through
the lines and waved good-bye.
There was room on the plane
after-all.
We made it, last to board,
walking in a dream.
Very grateful.
© 2014 Julie Clark
Winter Solstice is rapidly approaching.
The darkness continues to fret away
the light at both ends of the day.
How much darkness can we bear?
What can we learn with this weight
heavy on us?
We often rush too quickly to
shop, to decorate, to party.
Like an olive press,
There is rich value
that only flows with the pressure.
Can we stop and feel for a moment?
Lay aside the many distractions of this season?
Lament the loss in our pasts?
Hope for light in our future?
We will be better and stronger for it,
if we can resist the strong pull
to neglect our souls.
© 2014 Julie Clark
Not through the edict of a king or prince
Not through the strength of a warrior or general
But through the womb of a woman
The earth shook and changed for ever
She was humble, young and gentle
Yet given the power to carry
The Light of the World
Fragile as glass, at it’s first flickering
She simply said yes
And submitted to the Greater Power
The Blessed Will that desired
Peace on earth, good will toward all
Life was born
Conquered evil, brokenness and death
Once and for all
Through the womb of a woman
© 2014 Julie Clark
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