God lingers,
in the clouds,
distressed
and
I suppose no
greater affection can
be paid to another,
than to be heart-
broken in their
absence.
(poem by christopher woodhull)
Tag Archives: prayer
Bathing Abstract
My body is before me. I linger above the bath, a cylinder of light and water. I see my body. I am in my thoughts above my body and above my thoughts in a pool of bubbles collecting into lines of meaning trailing up and away into a soundless puddling at the surface; I am returning to my self in my body. Gently, quietly. In my skin and in my body in the water.
My soul surrounds my body from within my body. My thoughts slip in and out of my soul. My name is hidden; it dissolves. Everything outside my soul is what I call my life in the hours of my day. I am now completely at home in my body held all about me by my soul. The stillness of the moment is alive with my soul who knows who I am.
I come into a wordless knowing that God is just like me.
– christopher woodhull / art by pia bramley
Beannacht / Blessing
On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey window
and the ghost of loss
gets in to you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red, green,
and azure blue
come to awaken in you
a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
in the currach of thought
and a stain of ocean
blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters
a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
wind work these words
of love around you,
an invisible cloak
to mind your life.”
Monks & Mannequins 