Humility is the attitude of one who is like the soil.
Humility comes from the Latin word, humus, fertile ground.
The fertile ground is there,
unnoticed,
taken for granted,
always there to be trodden upon.
It is silent,
inconspicuous,
dark and yet it is always ready to receive any seed,
ready to give it substance and life.
The more lowly
the more fruitful
because it becomes really fertile
when it accepts all the refuse of the earth.
It is so low that noting can soil it,
humiliate it;
it has accepted the last place and cannot go any lower.
In that position
nothing can shatter the soul's serenity,
its peace
and joy.
Anthony Bloom
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
new moment
one does not discover new lands
without consenting to lose sight of the shore
for a very long time
Andre Gide
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
silent moment
there is a stillness in the air
and in the land
this day
a crispness
in this valley between seasons
earlier I bundled up
to walk deep into the woods
to stand
among the quiet standing
leaves rained down
noiseless
falling
and landing
it was as if the land
was being soaked
with silent tears
and I thought of those
who cry alone
in the night
unseen
unheard
and I prayed for arms
to come 'round
a shoulder
to lean on
a hug
a wordless touch .........
and in the land
this day
a crispness
in this valley between seasons
earlier I bundled up
to walk deep into the woods
to stand
among the quiet standing
leaves rained down
noiseless
falling
and landing
it was as if the land
was being soaked
with silent tears
and I thought of those
who cry alone
in the night
unseen
unheard
and I prayed for arms
to come 'round
a shoulder
to lean on
a hug
a wordless touch .........
Monday, October 12, 2009
messy moments
while making squash soup the other day
I found myself hesitating a bit
before plunging my hands into the gucky part
the part that contains the seeds
the seeds which carry new life
and I thought of ministering within the body
how it is sometimes necessary
to plunge into the gucky part
get our hands dirty
in order to reach
and free
the seed buried within
the seed that carries new life
Saturday, October 10, 2009
speech and silent moment
God the Father has only spoken one Word, his Son.
Sometimes we make music for the Lord in conversation --
for speech is a blessed gift.
Sometimes we rest together side by side, in the presence of the Word;
a deep sharing can then take place.
The divine Word will instruct us.
Perhaps what we all need is to listen a little more attentively
to the stirring of his Spirit within us,
that we may know the time to speak
and the time to be silent,
so that both speech and silence
will be used only for God’s glory
written by a Modanna House worker
Sometimes we make music for the Lord in conversation --
for speech is a blessed gift.
Sometimes we rest together side by side, in the presence of the Word;
a deep sharing can then take place.
The divine Word will instruct us.
Perhaps what we all need is to listen a little more attentively
to the stirring of his Spirit within us,
that we may know the time to speak
and the time to be silent,
so that both speech and silence
will be used only for God’s glory
written by a Modanna House worker
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