The Wordless Search

April 16, 2013April 16, 2013 / Michael J. Cunningham / Leave a comment

Staring into the blackness, thoughts extinguish themselves,

as embers to charcoal, invisible in the dark.

A soul prays the prayer of no words, pleading for signs,

throwing out daily turbulence.

Out of the darkness, shapes emerge,

first unrecognizable, then taking form.

Distractions, sins, temptations, possessions, desires, things of no import, golden calves,

all gathered up and gently carried to His door.

Returned goods welcomed with forgiveness and love,

and more journeys are made, back into dazzling darkness,

Searching for it which must be returned, each trip a little lighter,

in order to drink from the Chalice of peace and love again;

And to rest In Him.

GOODBYE

April 4, 2013 / Michael J. Cunningham / Leave a comment

Farewell, goodbye dear friend,

I didn’t know you well enough, now I have to wait a while to talk again.

Farewell dear Jim,

Stay close to God now you have left, and wait for us, we will be along.

I won’t understand why you left so soon,

Only you and God know why.

Unannounced departures leave a gap,

Wide in the lives left in the room.

Goodbye for now,

We will see you once we are done here.

Living out our lives as best we can,

Without that big wide smile, worn with pride under your instructor’s jacket.

THE SPECIAL ROOM

April 2, 2013April 2, 2013 / Michael J. Cunningham / Leave a comment

Curtains are pulled,
Revealing an unknown room,
An adjacent world, somehow intangible to others.
Some trickery of My mind with its imaginary audience?
Perhaps;
No, rather a window to My soul,
Incomprehensible but now Opened.
Never to be closed again.

That little particle which lets me See,
Invisible to my eye, yet known in my heart.
Stretches years to precious moments in my Now,
In His dusty, sunlight-streaming room,
Once hidden … Now exposed,
every lit up speck floats towards my face … ready for contemplation.
Each one with a story to tell,
to know,
to enjoy,
to fulfill.

Now seeing turns to listening,
To silence; the sound of Your Love.
Absorbed,
I feel the warmth, the presence of I AM,
One with you for a fleeting but rememberable moment.
Let me sit awhile with You, inside this special room.
Together. Just You and Me.