Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Thanksgiving Forevernow

Skyfull  © Michael Douglas Jones  2018

   On the Bethesda Church road, as the storm moves east, beneath the cushion of cloud veiled dawn, a heron angel glides west above the rain wet road that ribbons down the valley of cut corn, to lightly land at the edge of Bennett Creek where Madonna and Child, cow and calf, drink fresh rainwater, and I am in that quiet congregation of thanks giving.

Friday, November 2, 2018

Here We Are

Angels in the Air ©Michael Douglas Jones
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Here we are. We are here to vote again, to voice our wishes, our choices, as to who we are, where we came from, as we made this our world, and in this voting, this voicing, we honor our ancestors that lived, that died, that came here to this land, to this life, to this day, to be the best that humankind, that human kindness could be. We are here to make humankind the best kindness for our children, and their children, and their children.  Our vote, our voice, in fact, our entire life, is based on one choice, and that is this; Love or Fear. At day’s end, what is it that you love; what is it that you fear? I do not fear inclusion; I do not fear diversity; I do not fear the other, because there is no other.

   I have read the volumes about angels in the air, seen my share of Sunday sermons, stood inside the stunning limestone cathedrals, and sat beneath the vault of heaven, but this is my experience of faith, as I find it in every moment of the everyday.

You breathe out
and I breathe in;
where you leave off
and I begin,
I cannot say.
Where you leave off
and God begins,
I cannot say.
This is my faith,
simply said.