Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Morning Song of the Meadowlark

Eastern Meadowlark - Wikipedia

Or As I Walk my Tightrope Higher

May my notes for Thee
Hold the purity
Of a morning song:
Calls from my humble being,
An authentic self,
With You along;

May I take all slights
And transform them

Sure they were not meant
To diminish Thee or
Whittle me---

May peace be my constant song
Within a day
Of twenty-four hours
Gifted back
With You along;

Then at the last
Hold me to Thy breast
Secure, Everlasting, Ever Fast.

A healing prayer for all Faiths
August 28, 2013

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg

Friday, August 9, 2013

Taught by Nature

Four Loons Webb Lake, Weld, Maine

Taught by Nature

Kissed by the Divine Ones are they
Who need not be taught
That a mother is rich when
She carries a child,
As the loon and babe who
Both rides and glides on her back;
Sacred even before its first cry
Or sound; cherished thereafter;
Never judged by its hue--or backdrop,
Like all the birds which gather
In the spring under a soft sunrise
That nearly makes you weep;
Or the vast night sky in the country
When you have left all the lights behind;
Of the moon whether slivered or whole;
Character has every color,
Eyes that gaze a soul,
Integrity--many feet;
So I, merely one, shall not judge thee
Until many moons after--
We meet.

© 1997 Connie Nelson Ahlberg

Thursday, August 8, 2013

In this Moment Who Is Hurting?

St. Vincent de Paul 

For the Vulnerable I See

If Christ or Buddha
Us today
Each may say:
See the vulnerable
The old 
The sick--
The ones
Whose minds
Can't make the pieces fit;

Lift the downcast
Whether rich or poor
Stand with the abused;
Support a healing door
Notice the neglected
And confused
Those on the street
With no shoes;

We know not
Where our next
Steps will take us
We each could
Be the one
Who stumbles or breaketh
So hoping
Notice might see
The vulnerable
Just like you
Just like me.

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg
August 8, 2013