Pulsing love leads to Resurrection

(written on my third day of pilgrimage while in Budapest)

God who yearns for love
I feel you pulsing.
I fell you in the heartbeats of my precious companions.
Each one stretching their heart and mind to new experience.
I feel you in the breath of my people, long unknown, never forgotten.
My people who stand in their faith and sat "God is One"
I feel you in the new and old romance in the couples floating through the glorious streets.
I feel you in the anger and suffering as my sisters and brothers struggle for liberation.
I feel you in the desire to rebuild, renew and resurrect humanity from despair.
I feel you in my exhaustion as I lay down to sleep, after a day of opening my soul to the ways humanity has failed and the ways my people stayed strong.
May no one ever lose sight of our historical failure and our unsurmountable potential for resurrection.

Sitting with the Shrapnel

Glistening like jewels
lie the pieces of me.
Begging me to explore
to examine each one,
relish its beauty,
revere its story.
Each one pulling me out'
onward;
revealing the hidden truth
God's Holy Love.

Sinking,
Overwhelmed by their abundance
I sit and stare.
Paralyzed by the complexity of it all;
afraid that any one piece
could lead me astray.
The parts are not the whole.

Hearing the call,
I look out over the landscape of my life
each experience,
each word;
a beacon of my truth-
the truth placed in me at birth-
the beauty waiting to be lived.

Stepping into Yourself

You, each of you
and every part of you
is holy, sacred and loved.

Within your body lies the potential
to love another
to witness one’s pain
to move for justice

Within your heart lies the hope
of acceptance
of assurance
of equality

Within your soul lies the knowledge
of shared humanity
of transformation
of grace

Rise in body, heart and mind
Animate your potential, hope, and knowledge
Step into yourself
Claim all that you are

For you are holy, sacred and loved.