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Simple
Scenes During A Winter Retreat
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The Humble Hut
God, my heart has no lofty
ambitions,
my eyes do not look
too high,
I am not concerned
with great affairs
or marvels beyond
my scope.
Enough for me to keep
my soul tranquil and quiet
like a child in its
mother’s arms,
as content as a child
that has been weaned ...
-- psalm 131
The Hay Stack
The hay stack stays still
in the field,
changing its look with every
watch of the day.
In silence and in solitude,
You infuse us with Your
presence.
Eucharist
was celebrated daily at 11.30 am during the retreat. People appeared quietly
a short while before and waited in silence. The sun would cast a long shadow
on the carpet carrying the hues of the windows.
We too, reflect the Glory of God, carrying all our experience.
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the Cross is presented for our adoration, not so much as a sublime end
to be attained by our transcending ourselves, but as a symbol of sadness,
of limitation and repression.
-- from The
Divine Milieu by Teilhard de Chardin S. J.
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Beneath the thick snow, God heals while the land is taking its rest. If God does not build
the house,
In vain you get up earlier,
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The cemeteries
are dear to my heart. I walk and talk with those gone before.
I am mindful to look at the ups and downs of this life with a different light. There is more to death and dying than apparently to the eye.
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Finding God in everything
is both a gift and a discipline to be cultivated.
The temptation to stay with
the finger that points to God
rather than following its
direction is a constant challenge.