Antonio Ciseri. Ecce Homo. Museo Cantonale d’Arte The moment when Jesus was handed over by one of His best friends to those who would do with Him as they pleased, was the turning point in Jesus’ ministry. It was a […]
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Gentle First Truth
As we journey together into a new decade, a new beginning, heart to heart, all in Christ, I offer this meditation to you from the Source as a source of nourishment, hope, encouragement and love. This meditation speaks of God […]
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Each Trembling Edge
Bachiacca. Madonna and Child. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York Beloved, I sense a lingering lament This Advent season That crushing grasp of Love My weary eyes are flushed with tears My ears […]
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Beauty in the Dying
Winslow Homer. Autumn. National Gallery of Art Autumn creates space for dying. What is left untended in the heat of summer Needs mending in the Fall. For earth and flesh must keep their seasons And their liturgy. The leaves […]
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Caught Between the Nails
Francisco de Zurbarán. The Crucifixion. Art Institute of Chicago Oh, Good Jesus,hear me, hold me, love mein this, the season ofmy spirit’s loss and grieving,in the anguish of my waiting,in the silence of familiar voices gone,in the pain of […]
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Petals in the Dew
Jesus, my Beloved, it’s Spring again.I am Your prisoner, capturedin its sweet song,in its warmth and fragrance,in all the beauty new life brings.Waves of infinite tendernesswash over me and all of Creation.Your Divine Look has penetrated my heart.You only do […]
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Spiritual Winter
Winter is a time of stripping, a season of bleak and barren ground. But just as we see it in nature, we must also go through these seasons in our own tender souls. Seasons when everything is cold, even our […]
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A Letter From Betty
Dear Ones, If you stopped long enough to take a lingering gaze at me, you would probably surmise that under the snowcap of white hair and pruned face of wrinkles all is well. And all is well. There is within […]
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