Thursday, December 19, 2013

My Need is You

My Need is You

When others darken my path,
My need is You;
When I am chastised for
Who I am,
My need is You; 
When I am lost,
My need is You;
When I am shamed,
My need is You;
When I ponder Your Name,
My need is You;
When others explode,
You are My Calm;
When I can't bear my load,
You are my support;
When I feel damaged,
You are My Healer;
When humans fail me,
I know you are Divine;
When I lack purpose,
My home is Thine;
When I rise, You are My Light;
When I need rest, You provide the night;
When I'm alone
I need You Still;
Fill me with Grace
For every hill;
Humans my shelter
Can never be,
As I sit...just at Your feet;
When I am depressed,
When I am blue,
It is then I know
I need You.

December 19, 2013
Connie Nelson Ahlberg
All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Taking Christmas as It Comes

You have to take your Christmas
As it comes--even if you've had losses;
In lettting go you can embrace
Your friends; Your Angels
Your family;Your tree;
For the New Year
Comes in Time
for Healing
And Wisdom
the gifts

Nelson Ahlberg
All Rights Reserved.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming - Renée Fleming and the Mormon Tabernacle C.../ Living Candles

Christmas isn't the frenzy
Or the rush of shopping carts;
Christmas is You
And the gift
We each impart:
Christmas is Living Candles
Glowing in the Dark.

©Connie Nelson Ahlberg - All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Prayer of the Clothes Horse

Lord, may my garments
of the day
Be all Your gifts
in full array:

acceptance, joy
patience, trust,
service and sane sacrifice.

May my gown of compassion
and my cape of caring
be garments
of the Love I am wearing.

Clothe me.


©1995 Connie Nelson Ahlberg

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Linda: When The Angels Say Hush!

In 1993 a beloved friend called and asked if I would help her write her Christmas letter. Her name is Linda. She said: All my letters sound the same; but if you could write it: all would be better.

I said of course and wrote down the happenings in her family for the past year: her life as an impeccable teacher, as wife to her husband Mike, and news on her dear daughter, Tasha.  

When my son gave me a surprise 60th birthday party, she and sister Bev, my teaching partner, were there, too, as I slithered down the wall of the Hotel Sofitel in my stunned awakening.

But not too long after the incredible party, Linda's voice disappeared on a phone call with her father. She was rushed to the local hospital and then air-lifted to Hennepin County Medical Center. We nearly lost Linda. Physicians discovered an aneurysm which had branches where no branches should be. An aneurysm is nothing you want, but something that happens. Many don't survive--and immediately fly up (my description of death).

But Linda, who had spent half her life in one of the Catholic Churches in Shakopee, MN, (either St. Mark's or St. John's), her life, most joyously, was spared. But the surgery and subsequent surgeries, caused mini-strokes. She lost the ability to speak clearly and never returned to the classroom she loved to teach.

What is fascinating with the passage of time, is the small poem I wrote is nothing compared to her life. For Linda, has triumphed. And in David Richo's dear words: she's used her "givens as graces." 

Her life isn't easy, but she still radiates joy which I credit to what author Susan Shumsky calls the Divine Within--or the still small voice of God. But for Linda it isn't small; it's a much bigger voice which has ennobled her life. 

She speaks more clearly now, but it's still a bit of a challenge. And all the work she tirelessly did for others is more limited. But she still does all she can, helping clean her father's house and maintaining her own home. She volunteers in the school library. 

Linda has accepted what happened years ago. The matted frame that bears the quote speaks louder than the poem. Because Linda and her faith simply shine. Not in total perfection because this is still the planet Earth, but as luminous as her private and public faith. 

So this blog post is dedicated to a woman and her sisters, and surviving brother who continue to embrace family and shine on past hard times. I love them all.

And all the gold you see above--is what Linda has done with her life along with husband Mike and daughter Tasha.

Linda would say: Embrace your road; it's your journey to God. 

When the Angels Say: Hush posted one year ago. (Easier to read.)