The Work is Ours

The sky is cloudy and the morning cold enough to freeze

though the weather reports predict a warming day.

The news admits 2015 is the hottest year on record.

A flight of chickadees moves through the fall leaves

remaining on the trees across the street.

Out of the unknown, nothing appears demanding attention.

The mistakes and sins are old.  

The wounds fresh and mounting.

The work is ours to do. 

The work is love.

The work is ours

Love is Judge

Sometimes the Spirit comes to rest in us

the moment is blessed eternally

we are formed inwardly by a great mystery

drawn to love’s beauty.

Here we are created to receive and give,

experience and nurture, love.

We are to heal and regenerate

the universe of which we are part

loving life’s creator with our personal

and collective being and becoming.

A spirit journey in the flesh

where every encounter and experience

is communion with creation

and resolution of the conflict between

duality and what truly matters

Fear and madness, violence and despair

a history of suffering and enthrallment

mindlessness and addiction

may stand in the way

but on this gray day in the yellow green leaves

with the trunks of the trees black beneath them

love finds us, lighting the way out of pits and traps.

In the end as well as now

Love is the measure

by which we are judged

Love is the judge of all we do.

The instructions are clear and spirit sweet:

Love the mystery like no other and

love the other as self

then for us and our descendants

all shall be well