Gartenfische's Main Loves

  • God

  • Yoga

  • Meditation

  • Books

  • Photography

  • Gardening

  • Music

  • Silence

  • and of course . . . her family.

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They can be like a sun, words. They can do for the heart what light can for a field.

- John of the Cross

poetry

Love after Love

Friday, May 16th, 2008

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom […]

When Resurrection Comes

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.
The seeker of love escapes the chains of birth and death.
Tomorrow, when resurrection comes,
The heart that is not in love will fail the test.
-Rumi

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Please see the latest post at wyrdbyrd about a modern hero, Nicholas Kristof.

The Boat

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

The Guest is inside you, and also inside me;
you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed.
We are all struggling; none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go, and look around inside.
The blue sky opens out farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure goes away,
the damage I have done to myself fades,
a million suns […]

The Freshness

Friday, January 11th, 2008

When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
-Rumi (Tr. Coleman Barks)

The Vast Ocean Begins Just Outside Our Church: The Eucharist

Friday, October 12th, 2007

I’ve been thinking about church; feeling the pull now that summer is over. I don’t know why, but every summer I fall away, lose the spark, and then cooler weather comes along and my desire for worship in community, for communion, begins to grow again. The fire that was barely smoldering is built once more […]

Praying, by Mary Oliver

Friday, September 14th, 2007

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

Eyes Wide Open (EWO) Wednesday #1

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

Let this place be a place of witnessing. . .

I want to write a post once a week to share stories or links that I’ve come across—a small witnessing to humanity’s condition. The title came from the AFSC exhibit meant to wake us up to the realities of the Iraq War (such as death). See this […]

Thirst, By Mary Oliver

Sunday, August 19th, 2007

Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant […]