Sunday Contemplation #34 A Poem In The Rain And Wind

Cyclone Reminders

Michelangelo - Sistine Chapel …1511

• This Week’s Quote

• A G’day

• This Sunday’s Contemplation

• A Guided Meditation

• Grateful For

• This Week’s Community Chat

• Upcoming Activities

This Week’s Quote

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

Mark Twain

A G’day

Hello My Friends:

I am writing this as we await the landing of Cyclone Alfred here in North Eastern Australia. It makes landfall tomorrow a couple of hundred kilometres north of us, but we get to share it’s southern portion touch down bringing lots of rain and powerful winds. It is the first cyclone to land this far south on the east coast in 50 years.

I thought we would have lost power and internet by now, but for sure, pretty soon, we will have several days in our rural area without them. Rightfully so, the priority for the repair teams will be the heavily populated areas to our north.

Waiting like this is a time to ponder. We prepare, we hope we got that right and we wait. Nature reminds us who really is in charge around here. It is always the case that our survival depends on the incredible gifts that nature provides us, freely. Perhaps every now and then we need a strong reminder!

As I pondered this relationship with nature and the divinity from whence it arises I thought this week I might share a poem I wrote this morning.

Thank you for your kindness to let me do this poem thing every now and then.

Blessings to you this coming week.

note: I am publishing today…storm has passed. Less destructive winds than first predicted. Now the issue is flooding…lots and lots of rain still.

This Sunday’s Contemplation

A Poem - My Hand To God

Michelangelo’s hands
Caught the moment

A moment
Charged with eternity

A glimpse
Of the infinite

This touch
Rattles the cages
Of our arrogance
Muddies the illusion
Of our beliefs

History bleeds
With the folly
Of our ignorance

Beckons us
To look through
The corpses of war
And derision
To a moment
Where the fingers
Of our heart
Touch the outreaching
Divine


We may build this world
On this touch of eternity
Or 
In the space of
Our pulling back

Nature calls to us

It gifts us
The air for our lungs
And the earth of our standing

Each tiny radiance
Winged bird
Shredded tree bark
Driving rain
Glistening leaf

Calls to us

To unclasp
The fist of our recoiling

To reach our fingers
To the touch
Of our beginning

Our no ending

Thank you for reading this. See you next week I hope.

I wish you peace.

A Guided Meditation

I have received quite a bit of feedback that a guided meditation connected to the topic of these contemplations has been appreciated. When appropriate I will provide one each week. This week’s guided meditation is called Our Hand To God

Grateful For

I include this section because I found that when I read or hear about what others are grateful for, I tend to think more about what I am grateful for. Feel free to share what you are grateful for in the comments. I think it is a beautiful service to others.

I am grateful for each of you this week. As I thought about publishing today’s poem I realised that I could only do so to people who I felt safe enough to be my simple self in front of. So thank for your kindness. I realised that building community is not about how perfect we are, but more about a place where we can show more of ourselves and support each other. Endless opportunities for that I hope. Thank you.

This Week’s Community Chat

The theme in the chat this week is:

Which way to touch the hand of the Divine works best for you?

Thank you.

Upcoming Activities

Please stay tuned.

Should you want to message me directly, please feel free to do so.