Flight
Gliding into silence like a soaring bird,
There is a lightening and a cradling.
The emptiness lifts me
above words, stories, chattering opinions,
useless fears.
All is clear now.
A sharp wind pours into my soul,
its cavern buoyed up in currents of love.
A calm, as of peace, ensues.
This is the journey of a lifetime.
This is the final destination.
I have left the nest,
the ledge is gone, too.
This is what I was born for,
To cherish what is passing away.
Nancy Bloomer
Advent
This is the time of year
when I remember that the Light is everywhere.
I see it in the eyes of children,
in the moon shining on my garden,
deep in its winter sleep.
I feel its warmth within me,
see its rays flickering over
generous acts,
hospitable greetings, unsurpassing love.
This gorgeous blaze is in our midst, burning for us and our delight;
Yet how often we ignore its presence and stand beyond
its incandescent light, shivering in the dark.
For my part, I will seek the light.
Though the darkness of this world's trouble bear me down,
I will walk in its radiance.
Though the weight of my failures threatens to defeat me,
I will stand in its circle of love.
And at the end of my journey I will sit at its hearth
In the house of God.
Nancy Bloomer