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