Hope

I see Hope more clearly now. She is serene. Her eyes have the deep knowing look of someone well acquainted with sorrow, the luminosity of recently being wet with tears. Hope has the confidence of one who clearly sees a bright future even when the next hours seem fog shrouded. Hope is steady and strong, a friend I am glad to have beside me during my own trials.
Larry Hiller

The Word

Ohm... Shanti... are words I adore,
Bringing a whisper of remembrance
A hush of sacredness
A sound of praise
Recognition achieved
Worship speaks a language universal
Amen... a beginning
Hosannas.. invite
Come... beckons
Rest assured
All welcome
Namaste... greets light!

Written by Sandra Priddis

The Temple

The container prepared
Exquisite indeed
Carefully planned
Finest materials shared.

Deity invited in
Celebration occurs
Hosannas ringing
A recovery from sin

One cannot find completion
Until Christ enters within
Bringing harmony
Home of glory sanctioned

Dwelling of peace
Sacred spirit unites
Learning, growth
Strength increase

In silence distress disolves
Stillness reconciles
His presence heals
Order revolves.

The temple walls are found in us
Our body the house
In resides our spirit
Our we aware of our regalness?

Written by Sandra Priddis on March 22, 2009
Draper Temple Dedication

Yoga, The Poetry of the Body

The lines of our body contour and fold

Lifting us beyond our reach 

Flowing not jerking 

Melting into a new gentleness

A concentrated movement unveiling the unseen

Divine nature and weakness intertwined

Searching without judgement

Observing with no shame

Letting go of fears

Relaxing our resistance 

Stepping further to a stillness all our own

Willingness without force

Unfolding without collapsing

The space we fill blends with our world

Container expanding into shadows of a forgotten time

Glimpsing at light 

Waiting to come in

Straining to arrive

Conscious of our inability

Familiar to something we've felt before

Peace beckoning

The poetry left unfinished

An end for today

Leaving with a hope of return....

By Sandra Priddis

Life....

Life moves in its own rhythym with ebbs of tranquility
When with little warning a storm hits
Rearranging or shattering the pattern we've become accustomed to
The walls we've created crumble in a single stroke
Leaving us awakened to the fragility of life
Wanting to escape the pain we find no relief
Sadness overcomes at times
Beneath the sadness is a flicker of hope
Leading to a faith in God who brings all who love Him into a peace and quiet joy
Knowing he will lead us to a better place
Showing all we experince to be for our good
Casting burdens on Him, He strengthens
He gives rest and comfort
Drying our tears
He teaches us ever so kindly
Sometimes in gentleness
Other times by stark truth cutting us deep
We gain understanding, relief, knowledge, compassion, charity, experience
Pain humbles,
Pain softens, revealing our weakness
Life continues uninterrupted
The rhythym of change flowing.....

Surrendering

As truth opens within,
A heart bleeds.
Disappointment streams,
Finding weakness of deeds.

Once slave to opinions,
Released, serving anew
Deafness to doubt,
Standing with a few

Hearing a gentle voice,
Faint beneath
No comfort in change,
Step beyond, leave the barren reef.

The wounded heart,
Surviving to heal
Love, joy
Beginning to feel.

No anxious excite,
Swelling of the breast.
Surrendered, at peace
A place finding rest.

Be Still, Know God

In the enflamed sky near moning's day break
Be still, know God
In the lapping, hush of waves engulfing rocky shores
Be still, know God
In the fragile new moment of a chick so delicate
Be still, know God
In the tit, tat sound of the wet pattering rain
Be still, know God
In the whirring, purposeful buzz of honey bee jet
Be still, know God
In the anonymous portrait of a sunsets fame
Be still, know God
In all our pomp and greatness claimed
Be still, know God
Nothing one can do to stop the day from unfolding
Be still, know God