a simple job actually…

socialism?
capitalism?
progressive or liberal?
perhaps, conservative?

drop the titles and judgments, friends.

the job is simple actually…
i’ll spell it out, from my heart.

clothe the poor
feed the hungry
and
give drink to the thirsty.

and if you still have room to complain or judge, think on these gems…

if someone hits you,
go ahead – turn the other cheek.
if someone asks for your coat,
hey – offer them your shirt as well.
get your walkin’ shoes ready,
cuz if the request is made – walk an extra mile.

i think these little nuggets of God’s heart will keep our lives busy enough…but then again, it is easier just to do what we’ve been doing isn’t it?

faces of God…

today new additions
arrived

a goldfish
and
two hermit crabs

“kermit crabs”
from the mouth of my nephew

so now we have ~
a tortoise…named Turtle
a cat
three dogs
two kermit crabs
and a goldfish

not to forget
the family of humming birds
attending to the feeder
out back

or the many
many spiders who have
apparently
decided living with humans
is
the choicest of habitats

i love it!

all these faces of God
for my nephew
to learn to love

Pilgrim…

i listened to this song today and it was like listening to it for the first time. the song is titled, “Pilgrim” and is written by Enya and Roma Ryan. her music can be so sweeping and beautiful, i wonder if listeners are aware of the mindfulness, the awareness, the mysticism within Roma Ryan’s lyrics. great poetry.

peace ~
j

Pilgrim
by Enya

Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what’s over
but only where you go.

One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you’re told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.

Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
In you?
Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
for pilgrim it’s a long way
to find out who you are…

Pilgrim, it’s a long way
to find out who you are…

Pilgrim, it’s a long way
to find out who you are…