05 Friday Feb 2021
The world is a brighter place
with you in it.
The ocean is a deeper blue
for the color
you splash into my life.
The trees are a softer green
for the compassion
you offer me.
The road is a wider way
for the happiness
you spread before me.
Life is sweet
and sweeter still
with you
and only you.
~ Mark Lloyd Richardson
For Dallis Ann Day
June 2002
04 Thursday Feb 2021
You are a fragrant rose in full bloom,
petals shimmering in the morning dew,
heart open wide to the awakening sun.
I lay my eyes on you and am made glad
for the sheer grace that is you.
Your scent floats on the air
with a sweetness I can almost taste.
You are beautiful.
You are my delight.
~ Mark Lloyd Richardson
For Dallis Ann Day
April 2002
22 Sunday Mar 2020
Posted in Poems
Tags
Eucharist, feast, freedom in Christ, Gospel, grace, heavenly banquet, Mystery, praise, Psalm 23, surrender
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
~ Psalm 23:5
This is the feast you spread before us, O God,
a sumptuous celebration of freedom in Christ,
sitting down at table not only with those we love,
and with all those who love us in return,
but with the very ones who trouble us.
This is the feast of Eucharist –
profound gratefulness for earth, bread, and breath,
as we dance with joy before the mystery of God,
the One who speaks hope into our troubled hearts,
the One who alone is able to soothe our weary souls.
This is the feast of holy love –
first tasted in a Gethsemane garden
then poured out on Calvary’s hill,
an inexhaustible love that knows no fear
and is undeterred by hate or malice.
This is the feast of surrender –
releasing the anxieties that plague us,
the resentments we nurse over time,
giving us hearts of gladness instead,
hallowing our lives in the sweetness of grace.
This is the gospel feast –
overflowing the small containers of our lives,
bathing us in the font of baptismal blessing,
anointing us with Holy Spirit wind and fire,
bidding us to live forgiven, loved and free.
This is a foretaste of the heavenly banquet –
where lion and lamb lie down together in peace,
where foes watch their bitterness melt away,
where there is neither weeping nor pain nor fear,
rather the sounds of love’s creation praising their God.
~ Mark Lloyd Richardson
15 Wednesday Aug 2018
Photo credit: Brad Smith, “An old door in an abandoned log house”
(c) 2005, Mark Lloyd Richardson
04 Tuesday Jul 2017
Tags
artists, blessing, Community, grace, hope, journalists, love of God, love of neighbor, peace, poets, prayer, religious communities, truth
Church on Red Bluff Road, south of Quesnel, British Columbia, Photo credit: blog Cruising Canuckistan
Bless the people
who labor for a better life
a better neighborhood
a better country
a better world,
who love family
create community
and give of themselves
so that seeds of hope
planted in places of despair
may be watered
and grow
and emerge as new life!
Bless the artists and poets
who see what might be
with a piercing clarity
of what now is.
Bless the journalists
who ask uncomfortable questions
and expose inconvenient mistruths
in their dogged pursuit of truth.
Bless the churches and mosques and synagogues
that dot the prairies, hills and valleys
of this precious landscape,
breathing a spirit of prayer and goodness
into the shared life of their communities.
Bless truck driver, crop picker, waiter and cook.
Bless coal miner, windmill farmer, and solar installer.
Bless single mother, newly married, aging couple, and widowed.
Bless teacher, student, leader, and follower.
Bless dreamer, shaper, thinker, and friend.
Bless the fraying edges of relationships,
the absences and separations,
the losses and heartaches,
the holy disruptions,
the sacred silences of peace.
Bless it all, Creation’s Lord.
Let the sunlight of your grace
shine upon poor and rich alike
exposing the treasures nearest each beating heart –
love of neighbor,
love of God.
Bless the whole world, we pray –
no exceptions.
Words Copyright (c) 2017, Mark Lloyd Richardson
10 Wednesday May 2017
Posted in Poems, Prayers, Reflections
Tags
creation, glory of God, hope, Jesus Christ, Lake Tahoe, nature, prayer, Waters of life, world's suffering
Zephyr Point Presbyterian Conference Center, Lake Tahoe
Christ of the lakeshore,
come beside me this day
as my eyes soak in
the blueness spread before me
geese gliding effortlessly
inches above placid waters
slender pencils of pine
garbed in glorious green
a light blanket of snow
draped over neighboring peaks.
Christ of the lakeshore,
come beside me this day
as my ears take in
the songs of the birds
the lapping of the surf
the laughter and crying of a child
the soft whispering breeze.
Christ of the lakeshore,
come beside me this day
as my heart lets in
the pain of the world
of immigrant and refugee
the poor
the houseless
the lonely
the pushed aside
the wounded
the broken-hearted.
Christ of the lakeshore,
come beside me this day
that my praying
my dreaming
my hoping
my longing
may be in conversation
with yours.
Words (c) 2017 Mark Lloyd Richardson
14 Friday Apr 2017
Posted in Poems, Prayers, Reflections
Tags
Disciples, Garden of Gethsemane, Good Friday, Holy Thursday, Holy Week, Jesus, Passion of Jesus, prayer, silence, suffering
Photo credit: Joel Olives, “Through the Trees,” Flickr.com Creative Commons, May 6, 2008.
And Jesus said, “Sit here, while I pray.”
All we must do is sit.
All we must do is recognize this as a time of prayer.
All we must do is stay awake to the present danger.
All we must do is not walk away from the suffering.
All we must do is listen in the stillness of the garden.
Some leaves rustle as a small animal stirs nearby.
A breeze disturbs the branches of an olive tree.
A fellow disciple quietly coughs in the cooling air.
Our own breathing is labored from the hasty night walk.
The fluted song of an owl floats down from the hillside.
All we must do is sit.
Words (c) 2017, Mark Lloyd Richardson
05 Wednesday Apr 2017
Tags
abundance, creation, God's goodness, harmony, healing, hopefulness, justice, Kauai, mindfulness, Pali Coast, relationship with the divine, sacred value of life, trust, wholeness
Pali Coast, Kauai
The world of your creating is beautiful, O God.
You are master sculptor of imposing mountain ranges,
rugged seascapes, luxuriant valleys, bubbling volcanoes.
You give thought to the birds of the air,
the cattle on the hill, the sea creatures and crawling things.
You orchestrate the sights and sounds of creation
to be a harmonious symphonic masterpiece
that all might know the abundance of your goodness.
There is no detail you leave unattended,
no part of this world beyond your concern.
And amazingly,
you are mindful of human beings –
made in your image,
made for relationship,
made of dust and water,
made of breath and hope,
made of dreams for becoming,
made to live at peace,
made to create,
made with a spark of divinity,
made with a twinkle in your eye,
made to hold and to heal,
made to trust,
made from a deep abiding love.
Our burdens begin
when we misplace our mindfulness of you.
Anxieties follow
when we forget who it is who holds our lives.
Troubles mount
when we boast that this is all meant for us.
Sorrows breed
when we ignore what you intend for our wholeness.
Heal us.
Shake us from our complacency.
Renew in us a vision of life’s harmony.
Restore in us a thriving hopefulness.
Stir up in us a righteous anger at injustice.
Prevent us from doing any more harm.
Call forth from us what is beautiful and true.
Lead us back to our sacredness.
Heal us, we pray, that we might be healers too.
Mark Lloyd Richardson
(c) 2017
27 Wednesday Apr 2016
Posted in Poems
Tags
blessing, Ganna Walska Lotusland, gift, God, grace, gratitude, holy ground, pure heart
Ganna Walska Lotusland, Santa Barbara, CA
Blessing is
the feeling you get
when the day’s gifts
are more
than your gratitude can hold.
Blessing sings
in the sunlight
and dances in the rain
knowing
each is irreplaceable.
Blessing favors
no one
it is not stingy or reluctant
it seeks new ways
to express itself each day.
Blessing sleeps
on the pillows
of the just and the unjust
yet truly awakens only in those
who seek God with pure hearts.
Blessing reaches
the furthest limits
of human endeavor
and sets those who receive it
on holy ground.
Blessing surprises.
Blessing breaks open that which is closed.
Blessing speaks to our deepest need.
Blessing wraps us in God’s grace.
Blessing completes.
Copyright (c) 2016 Mark Lloyd Richardson
05 Saturday Mar 2016
Tags
breath prayer, Breathing, creation, God's glory, grace, prayer, sacredness
Alice Keck Park Memorial Gardens, Santa Barbara, California
On this lovely day
with a heart that is restless and unsure
I am gladdened by glory’s simple display
and grateful for sun-warmed sacred moments
as color catches the corner of my eye
while I walk in the park
with no purpose or intention
other than
to breathe in
the life around me
and breathe out
the troubles of the day.
Words (c) 2016 Mark Lloyd Richardson
