LISTEN

I walked a path through fallen leaves,
dragging my feet along the ground,
hearing God's voice in every shuffle,
holy laughter as we played.

LISTEN WITH THE EAR OF YOUR HEART














ears listen, eyes look,
hearing, seeing below ground
to the sacred source

- Christine Valters Paintner
(www.abbeyofthearts.com)

“THE GLORY OF LIFE IS YOURS…”

I sit in holy circle,
half in, half out,
half dark, half light.
Where do I belong?

Pedernal looms to the east,
shadows of rain between us,
light boldly strikes the mesa.
Where do I belong?

Searching for the empty space
where faith can change me.
If I sit and listen,
I’ll find my path home.

HOLY REST

Abbott Benedict hunches over his desk,
scribing 73 rules for monks,
beginning with the word,
“listen.”

The Abbess Petunia rolls over,
reclines and dreams the word,
“surrender.”

When we grant ourselves holy rest,
wisdom settles on us like dust between breezes.
The stillness that lies between our breaths,
gives our oblate hearts precious time to love.

(poem inspired by photograph provided by Christine Valters Paintner @ abbeyof thearts.com Visit Christine's website and join the Poetry Party every other Monday.)