Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Sun that Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)
The day he died
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Present Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)
If He is God and knows our every thought
then we have no need to pretend
Perhaps our focus is pleasing others
and has nothing to do with Him at all,
although we want others to believe that to be the case
If His promises are real
then we should be living like
royal children in a kingdom of love peace and joy
without worry or regret
and maybe we would stop hating ourselves
masked with lists of things to do
and reminding ourselves of what we haven't done
acting in a way that doesn't reflect who we are
putting a dull and grim light around our countenance,
a result of keeping ourselves captive
What would please Him most is simply to be in His presence,
do we know what that really means
or have we concocted several notions developed
in our small brains
among conversationalists and institutions
and guilt ridden fear
Can we sit with the thought of simply being in His presence and see what it might bring?
If we don't think that is enough, then perhaps we have missed the whole point of His creation and He is not the God He says He is.
then we have no need to pretend
Perhaps our focus is pleasing others
and has nothing to do with Him at all,
although we want others to believe that to be the case
If His promises are real
then we should be living like
royal children in a kingdom of love peace and joy
without worry or regret
and maybe we would stop hating ourselves
masked with lists of things to do
and reminding ourselves of what we haven't done
acting in a way that doesn't reflect who we are
putting a dull and grim light around our countenance,
a result of keeping ourselves captive
What would please Him most is simply to be in His presence,
do we know what that really means
or have we concocted several notions developed
in our small brains
among conversationalists and institutions
and guilt ridden fear
Can we sit with the thought of simply being in His presence and see what it might bring?
If we don't think that is enough, then perhaps we have missed the whole point of His creation and He is not the God He says He is.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
creating chaos (a Poem by Cathy Gruman)
creating chaos from a pile of rubble
when it could have remained calm.
If only they knew that what was before them was non-threatening
and only mere clutter.
when it could have remained calm.
If only they knew that what was before them was non-threatening
and only mere clutter.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
june gloom (a poem by Cathy Gruman)
june gloom
gets swept away like a broom
july sets in
almost passes before the fireworks begin
yesterday's not coming back
but it's only perfection we all lack
bring it all forward or leave it alone;
or sift out the cluttery mess that has grown.
august and september will be here soon
bringing me october
with the Harvest moon.
gets swept away like a broom
july sets in
almost passes before the fireworks begin
yesterday's not coming back
but it's only perfection we all lack
bring it all forward or leave it alone;
or sift out the cluttery mess that has grown.
august and september will be here soon
bringing me october
with the Harvest moon.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Blessings (A poem by Cathy Gruman)
Guidelines are helpful
when we need them,
important points, rules can keep us safe.
Boundaries keep relationships straight.
Books and videos, discussion groups, meet-ups, studies, sermons and classes.
All good, can be necessary and right, and might I say, much needed - at times.
Taking things slow, caution and propriety can be our friends.
But there is a time and a purpose for everything under the sun.
And when God plops that blessing in your lap
without notice or an outline of next steps,
don't hesitate.
Just take it and enjoy the blessing.
when we need them,
important points, rules can keep us safe.
Boundaries keep relationships straight.
Books and videos, discussion groups, meet-ups, studies, sermons and classes.
All good, can be necessary and right, and might I say, much needed - at times.
Taking things slow, caution and propriety can be our friends.
But there is a time and a purpose for everything under the sun.
And when God plops that blessing in your lap
without notice or an outline of next steps,
don't hesitate.
Just take it and enjoy the blessing.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Question the Question (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)
Ask the question
Question the question
Beg the question
Listen to the answer
Rely on nothing
But the truth inside you
Telling you what is
who is
and who He is to you.
Break down the box
Flat
Stomp out the chatter
The clutter
The strain
Until nothing remains
but the flat smooth surface
Of nothing
Nothing in the way of listening
Hearing
Responding
Being
Living
Feeling
Fresh blood pumping through your veins
You’re ready to fly and begin again.
Question the question
Beg the question
Listen to the answer
Rely on nothing
But the truth inside you
Telling you what is
who is
and who He is to you.
Break down the box
Flat
Stomp out the chatter
The clutter
The strain
Until nothing remains
but the flat smooth surface
Of nothing
Nothing in the way of listening
Hearing
Responding
Being
Living
Feeling
Fresh blood pumping through your veins
You’re ready to fly and begin again.
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