New Year 2021
Poems From The Porch
The day is bright and cold
with lavender clouds and singing chimes.
Even the hanging tea light is swinging with the breeze
and the flames on the pit are leaning lateral.
The gift of a new day,
even this new year,
is foremost in my awareness.
To be alive today,
to be awake,
to recognize and receive the blessings
as they are generously bestowed
in each moment
I look around and see new life
from the budding narcissus
to the Easter lilies greening.
What new life is being called forth in me?
What intentions do I have for this new year?
It feels too big, too much,
too great an expectation.
So just for today I intend to be kind
and to make the people I encounter
my love projects,
to be mindful and grateful,
to do those practices that nurture
the awareness of Love within and without,
to listen for the Truth,
to see the innocence,
to practice a spiritual poverty
that shows up with an empty cup
waiting to be filled with the abundant provision
of this present moment,
this holy moment,
and to enjoy the ride.
Today I trust the seeds
that have been planted within me
and their divine unfolding,
trust the One Who cares for me dearly
and abide in the knowledge
that I am loved and valued.
Right now, the only time there is,
I rest in simple faith
and silent hospitality
with an open heart,
an empty vessel of radiant light
an embodiment of grace.