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Bearing Fruit

Bearing Fruit

by | Aug 27, 2020 | Pause, Reflections | 0 comments

Bearing Fruit  by Carolyn Crowell, To Touch the Mystery: Poetry for the Journey of Life. Carolyn is an educator, minister, theologian and writer in The United Church of Canada. She writes poems that reflect the presence of the Spirit in everyday life. Learn more and...
Soul Songs: Psalm 95

Soul Songs: Psalm 95

by | Mar 13, 2020 | Pause, Reflections | 0 comments

LENT SOUL SONG VISUAL PRAYER Psalm 95 Holding in Care  “God holds in care the earth we walk upon, from its deep caverns, to mountain summits which meet the sky.”  -Psalm 95 Read Psalm 95  What parts of this Psalm speak to you? Inspire, resonate or call to...
I Remember the Laughter

I Remember the Laughter

by | Apr 16, 2017 | Reflections | 2 comments

It was on an Easter Sunday, 1972 I believe and Grant United Church, my home church, the little church by the Lake, saw a rather large confirmation class lined up along the front of the church. There were four of us. We had memorized the shorter catechism — and knew a...
Shekinah

Shekinah

by | Jul 13, 2016 | Reflections | 4 comments

When this picture passed through the family photo stream, I immediately thought “Shekinah” (and asked permission to use it.) I’ve been using this word a long time whenever I see mist, or fog, or playful light among the trees. You, O Shekinah, cloaked...
Poetry & Presence: Spring

Poetry & Presence: Spring

by | Apr 16, 2016 | Pause | 2 comments

Spring Carol Steel Snow pulls your cedar fence apart, pushes it slant. Crossbars slump into symbols for “less than.” Winter loosens its hold, sinks into flood, rushes the downward slope to the river. A red ribbon rides the melt, dangles on the lip of the...
Living Here and Now

Living Here and Now

by | Jan 30, 2016 | Ordinary, Reflections | 2 comments

By Marilyn Burrell, a Prayer Bench partner and Spiritual Guide. I’m here. Are you here? I mean, are you REALLY here? Present with your whole self? Or are you drawn to thinking about something that has already happened; a conversation from yesterday, a meeting from...
It Belonged

It Belonged

by | Nov 9, 2015 | Pause | 5 comments

Here is a poem written by my friend, Linda Foy. Linda is a Quaker and lives in Sackville, New Brunswick. As you read receive words that open your heart. It belonged All the wooden rails in the new fence were straight, save one. That one had the most impressive and...