Morning Song of the Meadowlark

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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
In THY LIGHT;

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.
                                         Amen.

A healing prayer for all Faiths
August 28, 2013

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg

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

In this Moment Who Is Hurting?

St. Vincent de Paul 

For the Vulnerable I See

If Christ or Buddha

Walked 

Among

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

Someone

Might 

Notice might see

The vulnerable

Just like you

Just like me.

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg

August 8, 2013