Divine ambush

My spirit

took the straight path

My feet the winding trail

At each switchback

and level gain

My heart in you

the same

Lifted from the burden

abuse and shame

Free now upon the

Mountain

My heart remains

the same

Divine, the ambush

free

fully yours

Hear the Mighty Mountain

sing now love songs

to the shores

Spring morning

It comes

the morning

binding all of me

dark beneath earth

my head dips down to thee

but then the Springtime rises

the petals do not flee

a thirst and trust

like wine and clay

I drink

it drinks from me

reborn

as

Springtime blossoms

the sun

pulls up

from

me.

The TREE

WHEN SPIRT

MAKES ITS WAY

THROUGH YOU

AND CHRIST

IS

THE DOOR

LET IT PASS

IN

AND

OUT

DAILY

HOPE FOR MORE

SPIRIT

TRAVELS

THROUGH THE HOLE

ONE MADE JUST LIKE ME

WASN’T ONCE THE FLUTE

REALLY JUST A TREE?

BE WELL BE AWARE

Be well

Be aware

Be

Well

Aware

Be well aware my friend

For before you

is all that was.

Before you

is all that will be.

It is this inclusive moment riding on

the spirit of eternity,

the thread of infinity

to seize.

Be one with it, within it.

What could be greater than your conscious efforts joined with the Holy Spirit of life?

SHEEP DREAMS

By night I dream sheep dreams.

By day ‘lambscapes’ it seems.

In quiet peace

a watchful eye

upon the sheep and lamb I ply.

Be safe.

Be calm.

In One rely.

MUSTER

Muster

yourself

train

your

inner

troops

all those nascent

ones

learning to march

toward

light

at

your

command

for

goodness

sake

Mount Angel Abbey

The coffee house and bookstore bustle with gentle motion. The aromas are coffee and port. This is not your common coffee house…

I walk to the counter expecting my order to be a medium latte. Instead, I’m greeted with offerings that I cannot pronounce, (yet). There are cocktail coffees made with Monk made Port. There are teas seasoned with the spirits of the vine, oh my!

Sweets made from other Monks or Nuns, held under glass domes seek my attention.

I ask the young woman barista what her favorite is. She says something that sounds like, “Anchorite”. I ask her to make this for me, “Please.”

The dark liquid arrives at the self serve counter. It’s dashed with a sprig of Rosemary. The first sip has me wondering how long I’ll need before I should drive!

Jesus has asked my life to shift or expand in a direction I have not anticipated. All that I knew to be my daily norm, is now another reality. I’m observant and attentive to HIS plan and the part I have upon me to accomplish HIS will.

So raise the glass, and sip the blessings. Life takes new roads and unexpected turns. But it is the life in Jesus that is Forever straight and True.

May your day be blessed knowing HIS work in you is ever present.

Thanks for reading.

Shelly

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