When I need to drop control,
Silence nourishes my soul.
Silence helps me just to be,
When I need tranquility.
The power is not in the form,
Though it does much meaning hold.
The altar is not what transforms,
Spirit cannot be controlled.
When there is found a seeking heart,
A soul pursuing the Real,
None can the truly Sacred thwart
Or the inward treasure steal.
Though I miss the Bread and Wine,
I’ll commune within this Heart of mine.
No time or place can keep us from
The Sacred Source from which we come.
With quiet Mind and placid Soul,
I’ll find my pathway to the Whole
And act in Faith instead of Fear,
Doing what I can while here.
Do not stay trapped in the letter
For the Spirit is much better.
“Did it happen?” will not do,
But “Is it real?” or “Is it true?”
These kinds of questions speak to meaning,
Whether we are wisdom gleaning.
Declaring something is a fact,
There’s not much one can add to that.
Yet if it is of Truth we speak,
We join the mystic on his peak
To see the world with magic eyes,
In every moment a surprise.
The past holds many wonders, true,
But Spirit longs to speak to you.
Here and now, the everyday,
If handled in another way,
Can fast become miraculous
If we let Christ enlighten us.
Beneath the Cross, I find my home.
Yet wherever you may roam,
I hope you find the peace you need,
That you may be from mis’ry freed.
You may not share my home with me,
And find some other family.
But on the day we all return,
We’ll find we all have much to learn.
Yet if we seek, while we are here,
To love and help and lend an ear
To live with kindness openly,
Kin in Spirit we will be.