Things Unseen

                                                
                                            
Walk in the Land of the Living

                                                    
                                                     
For you have delivered my soul from death,
   my eyes from tears,
   my feet from stumbling.
I walk before the Lord
   in the land of the living.

--Psalm 116:8-9

                           

                                     

 

Images of Australia: South Coast

                                                         
                                                                       
Kangaroo Valley Sunrise, July 2010 (After Death, A Voice)

                                                                    
After Death A Voice Said

It will not be a life in time and space
Since spirit is timeless and spaceless,
Existing eternal, outside of time.
Within it exists the surrendered soul,
The energy that we claimed as ours,
The energy that will know and be known
As it always has been within us,
Aware of the oneness of everyone. 

--Henry Langhorne, In the Country of Rain: Selected and New Poems, 2009

                

Note: With appreciation to Barbara Crafton of The Almost Daily eMo from Geranium Farm.org for introducing me to Langhorne's poetry.

iPhone Diary Series: Lent

iPhone Diary: 27 February 2010

Why are you so full of heaviness, O my soul?

    and why are you so disquieted within me?

Put your trust in God;

    for I will yet give thanks to him,

    who is the help of my countenance, and my God.

--Psalm 42:14-15

iPhone Diary Series: Lent

                             
                                                        iPhone Diary: 21 December 2009

Do you know what the answer for loneliness is? Solitude! No one would have ever imagined it, but I promise you it is true.

In solitude, we are able to let Reality/God define us from the inside out. We stop looking outside of ourselves for diversions, entertainment, or real satisfaction. It is the birth of the soul. When we keep looking outside of ourselves, we always and forever need another then another diversion.

In solitude we slowly learn to live face to face with a Presence that asks nothing of us but presence in return. It is too good to be true. This is the birth of the soul.

--Fr. Richard Rohr

February 2010

iPhone Diary Series: Lent

iPhone Diary: 15 February 2010

                                                  

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but you do not answer;

     by night as well, but I find no rest.

I am poured out like water;

    all my bones are out of joint;

      my heart within my breast is melting wax.

My mouth is dried out like a pot-sherd;

    my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth,

      and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.

Be not far away, O God;

    you are my strength; hasten to help me.

To you alone all who sleep in the earth bow down in worship;

    all who go down to the dust fall before you.

My soul shall live for you;

    my descendants shall serve you;

      they shall be known as yours for ever.

They shall come and make known to a people yet unborn

    the saving deeds that you have done.

--Psalm 22: 2, 14-15, 18, 28-30

The Saint Helena Psalter

iPhone Diary Series: Lent

iPhone Diary: 15 February 2010

O God, you are my God; eagerly I seek you;

my soul thirsts for you, my flesh faints for you,

as in a barren and dry land where there is no water.

Therefore I have gazed upon you in your holy place,

that I might behold your power and your glory.

For your loving-kindness is better than life itself;

my lips shall give you praise.

-- Psalm 63: 1-3 (BCP p. 670)

PhotoNote Series: Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here. 

--lyrics by Pink Floyd