The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Annika shows Oliver how to draw and paint on iPad

Oliver uses colors and paintbrushes

bean bag chair to climb –

fall and cry: or snuggle close –

color paint design

Sometimes God’s Creations need to thaw…

Every setting is a grace:
the changing light
the cold
the warmth that falls on the frozen ground.

Do I fear judgement?
harbor uneasiness?
The Son of Man
brings healing
restoration
grace
new beginnings.

I was lost.
And found.
Why would I exclude others?

All God does is
create
transform
reconcile
sanctify.

I can be free of all disguise,
whole in the panorama of creation.
Clothed in “justice for all”
armed with a cosmic view.
No crying, pain, only an awakening.

NOW.
reconciliation
restoration
healing
wrongs made right
letting go of ill will
robed with the compassion of Christ.

I can be the lion
who lies with the lamb;
the lamb who bleats
for the lion.
I am the vibrant channeled creator!

Reflection

Left brain, right brain; left
ear right; male-female; child-grown;
Father-Son Godhead!

by-sulkhan-gogolashvilli

This poem is by Lee Upton, from her book Undid in the Land of Undone.

Omniscient Love

He was in knocking range of my secrets.
He had found kelp there,
he nested in the coral beds.
In a past life he was born
to me as a set of twins.
He was applied to me as a topical ointment.
He was a prescient code,
a secret writing shaped into flesh.
He was the fathomer I never expected,
the pillow talk of the bureaucracy,
the breeze that could carry the world off-course.
It was as if we’d always believed in each other precisely,
and even the clouds agreed,
and the dog and his bone;
every particle of language
jumped like a flea around him. He was
a pirate’s nautical exercise
and an argument for the resurrection.
He was in every seed bed
and digression.
He was bending down my angels…