Spending time each day in Word and prayer,
Is like walking with a close Friend, serene and near.
When He was here, He taught us how to pray
To seek a quiet place, as He draws us near.
He calls us: “Come with Me, find your quiet place,”
From darkness into light, He leads our way.
As we meet Him daily, our tensions cease,
Our stubborn wills in Christ begin to decrease.
No stress remains - just peace instead,
The strength of His presence calms our soul.
In this solitude, deep secrets He shares,
Revealing how His Hand shapes every second.
He formed our clocks, this world’s and ours entwined,
In heaven and earth, His Will aligned.
(“Beyond the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
The Power of Prayer
Prayer is a lot like making love
Something we do in private
And something we have to figure out
For ourselves,
Similar too in meeting a variety of needs
From solace and satisfaction to connection
And real communion in moments of grace.
But prayer is different too
Because ultimately it is not of the body
Nor really even the mind.
We bring our body and mind to prayer
As those are the tools we have to reach out
But what we receive in reply is beyond
What we can bring.
We may expect signs and words in answer
But if we actually got that
We’d end up wondering if we aren’t insane.
What we get instead isn’t something added
As much as something taken away;
A worry or fear, confusion or doubt.
Like a veil being lifted
To reveal a less obscured view
Of our true nature.
How this happens isn’t nearly as important
As simply that it does.
(9/3/25)
To feel at peace
with other protagonists
in Earth's most generous creation narrative
May require forgiving past injustices
of the anti-religious antagonist within.
My MuseBody
needs to touch
feel
engage my SageMind
so my wealth-crowning SageWisdom
can perceive my health-rooted MusePleasure
Inside resonant
outside resilient
re-ligious revival climates
of peaceful mind/body communing
To feel at peace
with other Othered protagonists
engaging Earth's most generously creative
FlashWise SageMob
dance reweaving egoSage/ecoMusicality
voicing/choicing
bicameral co-intelligence.
Now, I don’t know why,
he left without a word,
returned from the grave,
only to walk a road I could not follow.
Someone must have held his name closer,
spoken in a language I could not hear.
I watch them exchange unspoken truths,
a passerby in their quiet communion.
And now, I don’t know why,
she left without a word,
came back from the night,
holding a baby’s hands, still and cold.
So, I must let go,
accept the shape of my solitude.
No cryptic signs or fleeting gestures,
only clarity will chart my course.
I throw open the window,
invite the mercy of the wind.
I am a judge in search of justice,
an equivocator craving honest ground.
“The Communion of Saints” is meant the union of the faithful on earth
The b;essed in Heaven
And the souls in the purgatory
With Father Christ as their Head
The word “Saints means “the holy ones”
The Baptism gives us the beginning of holiness
And Heaven is for those who are perfectly holy
By “the forgiveness of sins” in the Apostles Creed meant that Eternal God has given to the Church
Through Father Christ
The power to forgive sins
Father Christ gave the power to His Apostles
It has been handed down through the years to the priests of the Roman Catholic Church today
The strongest flour
The oil, the yeast
Combined in love
Before the feast
Salt
From Celtic shores afar
With waters warmed
The ideal spar
For microbes'
Fertive final frenzy
The rising feeds
Much foodstuff envy
More patience
As to final hours
The mixture blooms
While hope devours
The prospect of
Eternal life
Once oven baked
With heat and strife
To crusty beauty
Rich and soft
The father proud
To hold aloft
Before
Serrated sacrifice
To eager lips
From buttered knife
A gift from God
This golden leaven
Food for the soul
A slice of heaven
Last month I prayed for rain in California..So the
Flames would die. And people could survive.' Now
I'm giving thanks in feb-ru-ary.. That our Lords still
The same in this.. Twenty twenty five.!
i asked the One, behind the clouds.!
For His mer-cy. and He answered. Faster than an ex-press
Train.' Now if they ask me? who was that foo-l in the cor-ner?
Praying out? I'll say
' com-mun-ion..Wine drinker me ' Yeah
com-munion wine drinker; oh me.!
A branch of the 'true vine' of et-ern-ity..!
In the depths of rhythm, where hearts ignite,
A soulful journey in the velvet night,
"Love Communion," breezes through the air,
Binding spirits with a tender care.
Beneath the stars, a moment so sweet,
Our souls entwined, where passions meet,
A fusion of love, in each beat and rhyme,
Transcending space, defying time.
With every note, our hearts align,
In the sacred dance, so divine,
"Love Communion," a hymn of grace,
Uniting us in this timeless embrace.
Imagery from the song,
a sense of spiritual shall among,
Musically, the song has a groove that invites listeners to sway,
Hughes' vocal delivery is passionate, making you feel a certain way.
You glow
so brightly I am blinded
by your pureness
almost
so white
It spills from my throat
three simple words
it burns
yet
relaxes me so
Your love communion
I take like a drug
never enough
never full
I am left alone
no hand to hold
I tried to show
there's good in the world
I gave you my all
you gave me nothing at all
so all
that is
left
is my love
communion I offer you
but you slap it from my cold hands
and walk away
with
her instead
tender zephyr tempts
maple leaves stretch their arms wide ---
blossoms design beds
Twigs and branches chat
chirping birds search their mates
squirrel kits giggle
lightning stir the clouds
rainbows stroke the butterflies ---
drops moist the parched earth
The memory of an agape lasts. communion communes.
Was this why he desired to dine with his dear disciples?
It's not a meal for a meal or a tune for other tunes.
It's a psychosomatic soul beyond birth-death cycles.
He broke his body. He shed his blood. It's in bread-wine form.
Doubts filled them like monsoon clouds. They were, like lost desert sheep.
Should, true love follow, like hard rocks, an illogical norm?
He had, for his eternal father, promises to keep.
Did they eat it just like other meals where there was no death?
Was it his death that, like Fall after Fun, turned all its course?
Is it, in this universe, more precious than our last breath?
Isn't judgement derived from the author of every source?
Touching yet not touching, like water drops on lotus leaves
Did he not touch each and all? Each blossom to each here heaves
Lilies of lucent light,
single file walking along
the cloudless pathway of
the songbirds' garden kingdom.
How fair the child lilies,
a gathering of the guiltless,
in snow-white
First Holy Communion dresses
with lacy veils.
Seven year old springtime
girls with pearly rosaries,
betrothed to the benevolent
Lord in spirit.
They receive the purity of
the Communion wafer
representing His covenant,
they are His lilies of lucent light. ~
You tell me about Love:
“Love is being calm.
“Love is soft and sweet like the skin of a newborn. Love whispers and sings, just a little off key.
“Love consumes, and you are consumed in turn. Love is both the fire and the kindling, the sacrifice entire. It is lovely, to be loved.”
You smile at me, and so I smile back. You continue:
“Love is plucking out your rib so that I can use it to clean my teeth. Peeling off your skin so that I can wrap it around my shoulders. Opening up your chest so that I may have shelter.
“Love is understanding why the Catholics eat their god, drink his grape flavored blood like some sick sort of Dionysus, and fall on their slack covered knees to beg forgiveness.
“Love is understanding why He lets them.
“Love is you and Love is me, but Love is not you and me; that would be too patient, too kind. Or perhaps not—perhaps it would be too envious, too proud; I have long since forgotten the line.
“Love is either you or me. Yes, your Love for me requires the unrequited. And isn’t that just like Love!”
placid pollen plead
breeze breathes benevolently ---
blissful blossoms
I am haunted by your words, hunted…by their meaning,
Torn to pieces and healed, at once alone, and embraced…
I wish you could see what I see, all this beauty…and heartbreak
I cannot bear them without you, come, and share my soul…
Drink deep of who I am, tear me open… unveil me,
Until I rest naked, in the light of your love…
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