Posts made in April, 2013

A Child with a Plaything

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A Child with a Plaything

  My God, how unsettled my heart, and filled with trouble. Could more “what if’s” and “if only’s” be found surely I would unearth them and toy with them, like a child with a plaything. Grant that I might get up and over this stage. Grant that I might overcome.   Surely many are the days when the light seems bright. Surely there will be nights of peace and deep satisfaction. Yet for now I am blind to anything save this bloody discomfort this nagging unease.   Lord, overcome this within me or direct me to that prayer or action which dispels like smoke before a fan.   ***   My son, comfort is the real illusion and the bane of a righteous life. To know only comfort is to know no growth. Grow now, in this new soil. Spread your roots, draw nourishment up from the soil about you. Drink deep, then spread your branches to the light. Soak up the goodly rays of heavenly sun. Within you is the key to heaven. Open always is the door. Step in and sing.     ttorus, Stony Brook,  7/10/06 Image Courtesy...

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Lover, Encourager, Friend

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Lover, Encourager, Friend

Lord, nothing is more important than my wife’s happiness. Let me be the kind of loving companion she would desire.   Let me become all that you have designed me to be: Provider, lover, encourager, friend a solace in trouble and a plaything in joy.   ***   You have so much to give a sensitive heart a delicate conscience a strong mind and a flexible will. You turn your intelligence to the task of making a home and providing for shelter. You provide the livelihood that is your share and you take the role defined by tradition yet tempered by the comforts of contemporary thought. You provide respect and consideration. You give of your time as generously as is possible, and your thoughts are kind.     ttorus  2007 Stony Brook...

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A Rainbow’s Heart

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A Rainbow’s Heart

How sweet and glorious how wonderful to find You to know Your presence to take time for hearing Your voice. Great are you Lord to fill my heart. Great is the mercy, the grace and the power that can give to my heart this greatest of gifts.   An hour in your word when the switch in my heart is switched on to you is worth a thousand of diversions. It feels like life Like the sun is kind and the air is sweet And beneath the noise is a rainbow’s heart.   Sing Lord sing. let your voice be heard. *** My child, your heart as many a heart has been sorely tried these days. Your body has been bruised by the cacophony of noise and the poking, the prodding of a hundred aggressive fingers Prompting you onward in a hundred directions while all the while you know not where you go.   There is nothing to do, but this to find shelter in my word to draw into my place within you.   Let the world go by a moment only. It will pass alone without your prompting Your business is to know me to call on me and sing. Take my word and let it ring within your soul to captivate your heart. Let the song of ages ring the psalm of a generation be sung.   There is more to this business of achieving my presence than you can know Yet you cannot know it. it will know you.   In simplicity is your strength confirmed only by your inner senses. Your faith returns day by day Faith of the fathers holy faith A faith that will be with you till death   Faith above all the strength of a God who overcomes all. Strength of a God who fills you now.     ttorus  9/24/07 Stony...

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A Moment Poised Between

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A Moment Poised Between

Jesus, it is morning and your hand is upon me once again. The snow blankets all things and I am poised between rest and labor. Quietly, softly, music, a piano, loving singer sings of love. And my loving wife lies quietly, softly taking a few more well deserved moments of rest. Soon, very soon, she will rise and give her energies her love in motion in a most natural and instinctive drive to give of herself, and the love that springs unerringly, unfailingly from her heart. How sweet, delicious, these precious moments set apart, a world apart from the roadways and ledgers, the press of diverse and so often divisive ambitions. Sweetly, sweetly, these moments pass and I know that demands will come Your commands to live fully will win over this invisible desire to return to sweet dreams. I will apply my hands to so many endeavors in search of destiny that unending search for destiny. Jesus, it is morning the slightest chill remains in the air and invades my robe, pleasantly – this is life. Joy comes to my heart and a tear to my eye in gratitude. So fleeting, these tender emotions you have built into our frame I desire most profoundly to hold it in both hands and never let go. My wife, dear wife, comes to me quietly, gently with a pot of warm mint tea Already she responds to that unerring need within to give of her love And the tears roll one after the other down my cheek in tender gratitude. Gently love-songs rise from the stereo. The tea is warm and the mint reminds me of springtime gardens In family life so long ago While my wife, in a few words alludes of Christmas a few words only yet so deeply reassuring. And my heart returns to gratitude. I know these gentle moments will pass quickly, so quickly. The insistence of life will replace the persistence of dreams I hear the cars on the road in the distance yet my desire for quiet remains. So few are these days. These opportunities to speak with you again unreservedly As one, to the one who is the source of all my health both without and within. Lord accept my words may you take some pleasure in my gratitude and in my reflections on you Soon, so soon, I will go and the demands of this day in upsets and uncertainties will remind me of yesterday’s upsets and emergencies Soon, but not yet. In a few words my wife seeks assurance I have enough light for this my labor of love. And my heart again is reassured by her unfailing concern driven by a love that emerges from some eternal wellspring deep within her soul. How can I end these moments? The morning sun slants low through the window brightly lighting the pinks and whites of the clustered flowers on the potted Cyclamen on the table just before me. The sun, the light, has come to me through no effort of my own and the shadows in the pinks and whites take definition. Can this be? The light has passed on? It falls in a slanted beam now across my page works now across the room to where sits my wife sharing with me these love-songs. But no, the light returns fully to the flowers just before my eyes and I am reassured this day will not pass that quickly. A cloud or two will pass and the light will return, brightly The light finds me through no effort of my own And my...

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Dipped in Liquid Light

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Dipped in Liquid Light

It is morning, before the dawn, and my heart goes out to you Lord. The light has yet to arrive from that orb You have ordained to rise each day and light our pretty planet. I light a few candles for a softening glow across the pages as the ink does its work carrying what is inside, out.   My heart, you are softened today. The quiet is welcome Outside and in. Yearnings, for this moment are held at bay And I gaze inside at a horizon of peace.   I have seen the moon at its full bright through the silhouetted branches and leaves of the evening trees And this has been pleasant to my soul.   I have seen the herons Both in the sparkling light of morning at the bay as the gulls laughed And in the evening rosy glow of setting day. They stand erect so patiently legs dipped in liquid light awaiting a meal to come swimming by as it will When their head, and that curve of neck dashes forward faster than perception to gather in the harvest.   Lord give me that patience give me that surety grant me that life standing in liquid light certain of my daily bread While the sun makes its rounds from morning till night.     ttorus  9/30/07 Stony Brook...

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