St Francis and the Wolf*The city trembled at the wolfoutside its gates, fangs fierce, howling with hunger, fur thick with blood.Francis approaches softly, palms open. When the wolf lunges his breath stays slow and steady,looks with eyes of love,smiles and bowsand the beast whimpers,licks the
I am delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Christine Davis’s reflection and poem Life to Life. In recent years, after deaths and losses, changes and griefs, I’ve moved farther and
Click CC to turn closed captions on or off. On Pentecost*Spirit of courage,we stand huddled too,like the disciples in the upper room,wondering what is real and true anymore.Reveal to us the pulse of your firein each of our heartsand send us with bread and rosesout
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Thank you all, Mary Oliver does say it best, doesn’t she? And yes, Songbird, I would say that definitely counts. :-)
Happy Thanksgiving Christine and John. Bette stole all my material, but know that MANY of us feel the same way! Blessings!
I hope it counts to walk in the woods and get mud on my boots! And that you had a beautiful day. Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
I’m grateful for our Art, Nature, and Poetry, especially because they bring people together and form Friendship.
This poem by Mary Oliver is perfect. Thank you for sharing it!
HUGS
And Thanksgiving blessings to you, in whatever form you give or receive them!
To you, as well.