Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
My soul was heavy. News from faraway lands were weighing me down, pulling me so close to the pit. Information from different ends on different subjects were crowding my head and creating such noise. The noise of words, events, places, and people is the loudest kind of noise. Wars somewhere faraway were making their way slowly my way. A Pope elected and all about his shoes and humility have captured people's eyes. Lord have mercy on me a sinner, for my eyes were also focused there and not on the lack of shoes on my neighbors' feet. People creating, people destroying, people to pray for, people to avoid, words to be said, words to be written. What a loud noise and a most distracting one! More news of death and pain, my heart shattered on the floor. My mind realized it was staring into the heart of the palantir.
Hands quickly closed the window to this noise and distraction from my shire. Legs nimbly pulled away from the computer. Like a nursing babe I looked for my source of nourishment. Grasping the prayer rope I held onto it like a nursling to its mothers breast. Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me a sinner!! The heart in pain and the mind troubled I kept on praying this prayer that heals the heart and stills the mind. Tears dripping softly on my cheeks I walked to my kitchen window. Quietly I opened the window to my own shire. The raindrops were holding onto the branches a silent reminder of not so long ago rain. Birds were chirping in gratitude for the meal we provided for them. Tulips and daffodils were picking trough the cold soil. My little girl needed help with her shoes. Bending down to kiss her wiggly toes and put her shoes on I saw the poor in my own shire.