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 oneYes, the Spirit is poised on tiptoe
in eager expectation
while new life trembles
in the balanceWill 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 responseYes, the Spirit is poised on tiptoe
in eager expectation
while new-life trembles
in the balanceSuch 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 realityA Woman of Memory
of the road traveled
of the dream dreamt
of the vision glimpsed
cherishing in her heart
a legacy and a trustA 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 futureA unique moment
An uncommon challenge
A magnanimous woman
The breath of the Spirit
CONVERGE
Interact
ExploreYes, the Spirit is poised
on tiptoe
in joyful celebration
while a new life is bornS. Imelda Cooper, SC
July, 1993


