It was only Wednesday
The wind, the rain was gone.
White clouds blue sky. In spring.
She spoke in a thousand voices:
fat-breasted robins, mourning doves,
green finches perched in the junipers.
Migrators. Like a tropical forest canopy
Her diamonds touched them all.
He knew Her love song
like the swaying wind chime, like white
red and blue prayer flags gently fluttering.
Just another Wednesday. In spring.
I wake with the mockingbird's song
When the sun falls behind the hill,
I sleep. Consider those lines in scripture
that say, "Freedom is . . . " and so on.
Freedom is the time between.
On your retreat's first day
think deeply, meditate deeply:
Who's retreat am I on, after all?
The best advance is in retreat –
seize the opportunity! Release yourself!
In your time of stricture and discipline
learn at least – above all – to be free.