Winning

by ltestonFebruary 3, 2019February 4, 2019

Dreams and hopes light the path for tomorrow,

not rushing what can be done to win every now.

Time is never managed

but lived in random synchrony within a moment’s notice.

Let Light

and Breath

and Love

find my soul ready.

photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress

Edge

by ltestonOctober 25, 2018October 28, 2018

The beauty of a sunset along the Appalachian gaps

reminds me that I wish no one ill

Yet then its shining point annoys

I squint

and the glare strains my soul

I shout

“go hide in the valley and die out”

no patience

no presence

and in that breath

I have struck an edge

from life to death

Commute

by ltestonOctober 7, 2018October 7, 2018

Bags in hand

carried out

up front with doors shut

seated for the daily performance

Invariable anxiety

among the hosted caravan

some more polite than others.

Mirrors shoulder high

from the corners reflecting

the auburn and pink rising

behind and brightly announcing

the commuting of the day.

Photo courtesy of Somber by Sunrise

Hug

by ltestonMay 27, 2018May 28, 2018

The mountains hug forgotten ones

Souls known in gestures centuries old.

Wonderfully wild and high enough

where clouds can wet their tears and soften edges

All in breathless upward climb in rhythm find

a peaceful soul

and a memory, union sweet.

Then falling down in gasps of fear darker turns and twists

My footing gone

the mountain moves

in outward reach

– embrace.

liturgy

by ltestonDecember 3, 2017December 3, 2017

Each awakening comes with that moment we rise to a new day.

As the imaginings of night fade with each breath of morning sun, the liturgy of our daily sabbath begins and our soul celebrates.

1st position

by ltestonJune 12, 2016

Cicadas fading hum meets the cool morning breeze

with a call and response litany among the usual flight of birds

except geese in formation against the wind directly pointed

while the lutheran’s sanctioned bell begs their ordered migration.

It is Sunday.

It is the day the trees dance in 1st position to know Sabbath’s touch.

photography via Stephenltyler.

Gesture

by ltestonJanuary 31, 2016January 31, 2016

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What gesture best describes your greeting? Is it a simple head nod, a hearty “hello” with brief eye contact or a phrase expressing your view of the day and the encounter “good day to you” or “don’t you love the weather?”

I’m a head nod type of person– reflecting my focus to get on with chance moments and attack the day’s true calling. This stingy gesture says something important about my reluctance to be whole.

I miss the spiritual potential of gesture.

I miss the moment of life ordained for that encounter. I am instead attached to an agenda – one that splits me from reality and the wonder of chance and change.

I don’t really believe church people do this better– though many practice it at least once a week. I am learning that the uninvested spirit of God in the ritual of a handshake and a caring hello harbors more grace than a sermon or ritualized amen.

My soul has wondered from stoned faced worship to see God in gestures meant to connect us on a journey –without an agenda but with a liturgy of embrace. My soul sees God in the moments I break free from form and risk greeting with the breath of a holy now.

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sabbath

Winning

photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress

Edge

Commute

Photo courtesy of Somber by Sunrise

Hug

liturgy

Each awakening comes with that moment we rise to a new day.

As the imaginings of night fade with each breath of morning sun, the liturgy of our daily sabbath begins and our soul celebrates.

1st position

Cicadas fading hum meets the cool morning breeze

with a call and response litany among the usual flight of birds

except geese in formation against the wind directly pointed

while the lutheran’s sanctioned bell begs their ordered migration.

It is Sunday.

It is the day the trees dance in 1st position to know Sabbath’s touch.

photography via Stephenltyler.

Gesture

What gesture best describes your greeting? Is it a simple head nod, a hearty “hello” with brief eye contact or a phrase expressing your view of the day and the encounter “good day to you” or “don’t you love the weather?”

I’m a head nod type of person– reflecting my focus to get on with chance moments and attack the day’s true calling. This stingy gesture says something important about my reluctance to be whole.

I miss the spiritual potential of gesture.

I miss the moment of life ordained for that encounter. I am instead attached to an agenda – one that splits me from reality and the wonder of chance and change.

I don’t really believe church people do this better– though many practice it at least once a week. I am learning that the uninvested spirit of God in the ritual of a handshake and a caring hello harbors more grace than a sermon or ritualized amen.

My soul has wondered from stoned faced worship to see God in gestures meant to connect us on a journey –without an agenda but with a liturgy of embrace. My soul sees God in the moments I break free from form and risk greeting with the breath of a holy now.

photography thanks to Charis Psallo @wordpress

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Each awakening comes with that moment we rise to a new day.

As the imaginings of night fade with each breath of morning sun, the liturgy of our daily sabbath begins and our soul celebrates.

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Cicadas fading hum meets the cool morning breeze

with a call and response litany among the usual flight of birds

except geese in formation against the wind directly pointed

while the lutheran’s sanctioned bell begs their ordered migration.

It is Sunday.

It is the day the trees dance in 1st position to know Sabbath’s touch.

photography via Stephenltyler.

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What gesture best describes your greeting? Is it a simple head nod, a hearty “hello” with brief eye contact or a phrase expressing your view of the day and the encounter “good day to you” or “don’t you love the weather?”

I’m a head nod type of person– reflecting my focus to get on with chance moments and attack the day’s true calling. This stingy gesture says something important about my reluctance to be whole.

I miss the spiritual potential of gesture.

I miss the moment of life ordained for that encounter. I am instead attached to an agenda – one that splits me from reality and the wonder of chance and change.

I don’t really believe church people do this better– though many practice it at least once a week. I am learning that the uninvested spirit of God in the ritual of a handshake and a caring hello harbors more grace than a sermon or ritualized amen.

My soul has wondered from stoned faced worship to see God in gestures meant to connect us on a journey –without an agenda but with a liturgy of embrace. My soul sees God in the moments I break free from form and risk greeting with the breath of a holy now.

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