Support Group

The Communion of Saints
and the angels --
cradling my helplessness
cheering my victories
cherishing the blossoms
harvesting the fruit.

When faith falters,
they strengthen me.
When hope is hopeless,
they stand by me.
When love is impossible,
they love for me.

God knows when to delegate.

Why is Love so Difficult?

Why is love so difficult, Lord?

Soaring on rainbow wings
anything seems possible . . .
and then I crash:
wounded,
victimized,
mute with rage.

I AM LOVE.

What kind of answer is that?

An honest one.
The rigors of spiritual questing
pale beside
the cost of love.

You know I love you.

Yes, I do.
But there is more.
Much more.

Can you help?
Will you?

Silly child!
I am helping.

Dreams of glory

When I dreamed of becoming
beautiful and wise and talented –
it was not for the sake 
of being extraordinarily attractive,
but to be worthy to be cherished and loved.

When I dreamed of fame and riches –
it was not for the sake of having,
but to have something to give.

When I dreamed of joy and laughter –
it was not for the sake of celebration,
but to have something to share.

Love – that’s all I ever wanted –
giving, sharing,
knowing someone cares.
Love never fails.
Nothing else can melt the ice,
quench the raging thirst,
heal the desolation 
of a naked, starving heart.