Winter Walk    

The winter woods stand still, quiet
      except for the low leaf-rustle of a bounding squirrel,
      or occasional muted birdcall.
The stillness beckons.
Enter.
Thread softly.
Leave behind busyness,
          mental noise.
          worry.
Be calm.
Let the silence soak in.

There is no breeze.
The trees surround, embrace.
The woods absorb sound.

A soft snowhas started,
silently dropping
as a ray of sun shines through.
The snowflakes sparkle, flash: winter fireflies
blessing this space.

All is still.
Peace.
Be still.

Elaine Steiner, SC Associate
2-23-99

 

Convergence 

Such a special time Such a special moment when the Spirit gently whispers to this called and chosen one Yes, the Spirit is poised on tiptoe          in eager expectation while new life trembles          in the balance Will she pause Will she listen as this lightly spoken word falls as golden seed on a rich and fertile soil. Such a powerful message          startling in content          fearful to contemplate          staggering in consequence Demanding a response Yes, the Spirit is poised on tiptoe          in eager expectation          while new-life trembles          in  the balance Such a specialwoman to whom this word is offered

A Woman of Fidelity          to the call               and the new call          to the way               and the new way          to the vision               and the reality A Woman of Memory          of the road traveled          of the dream dreamt          of the vision glimpsed cherishing in her heart a legacy and a trust A Woman of Promise          empowered by her God          for a unique mission               of discernment sustained by her companions               on the journey          energized by her hope                in the future          A unique moment          An uncommon challenge          A magnanimous woman          The breath of the Spirit               CONVERGE               Interact               Explore Yes, the Spirit is poised    on tiptoe          in joyful celebration while a new life is born S. Imelda Cooper, SC July, 1993

 

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